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alyssuh_can
11 September 2009 @ 03:12 pm
well you've cracked the sky scrapers fill the air
will you keep on building higher 'til there's no more room up there
will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?
i know we've come a long way
we're changing day to day
but tell me, where do the children play?
 
 
alyssuh_can
25 August 2009 @ 01:58 am
lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regret.
takes a look around - no regrets, no regrets.
stretches out like branches of a poplar free & says "i am free"
sings so soft as if she'll break.
 
 
alyssuh_can
forever nantucket summer song. ignore the vid.

 
 
alyssuh_can
15 June 2009 @ 06:12 pm
this is the story of your red right ankle and how it came to meet your leg. and how the muscles bone and sinews tangle and how the skin was softly shed. and how it whispered "oh, adhere to me - for we are bound by symmetry. whatever differences our lives have been, we together make a limb." this is the story of your red right ankle.
 
 
alyssuh_can
the world is crazy small. since being on nantucket i've met someone from the Main Line (she became my first friend on the island), then i met a guy who i later found out dated a girl who i went to high school with. and i just found out that my other friend went to college with my neighbor - they knew each other too.
it's really brilliant.
i know that some people had their doubts about me coming out here. thinking that i wouldn't find a job, or that i wouldn't have friends here either (thanks for the vote of confidence, el) but i absolutely love it. it's its own little world out here - and of course during the tourist season it's all preppy stuck up rich kids in their mini skirts and polo shirts, bad rap and nantucket reds - but there are actually a ton of really cool, real, down to earth people who live out here. and i've gotten lucky enough to have a sweet job and meet them through that job.
i should be able to say that i miss nothing.
 
 
 
alyssuh_can
this was supposed to be the last time.
i told myself this wouldnt happen again.
i told myself i wasnt ever going to call you.
i told myself i wouldnt let you back in.
but here i am. dialing. trying.
 
 
alyssuh_can
04 May 2009 @ 07:32 pm
"donnie, you're out of your element."
 
 
alyssuh_can
i went to a prep school in CT. mentions the main line [lived there!]. oh, and nantucket [my summer plans].


& the o.c.
 
 
alyssuh_can
20 April 2009 @ 11:45 pm
tonight you stooped to my level
i'm your mangy little whore
you are trying to find your underwear
and then your socks and then the door
and you're trying to find a reason
why you have to leave
i know it's 'cuz you think you're adam
and you think i'm eve

you rhapsodize about beauty
and my eyes glaze
everything i love is ugly
i mean really, you would be amazed
just do me a favor
it's the least that you can do
just don't treat me like i am
something that happened to you


i am truly sorry about all this

you put a tiny pinprick
in my big red balloon
and as i slowly start to exhale
that's when you leave the room
i did not design this game
i did not name the stakes
i just happen to like apples
and i am not afraid of snakes

i am truly sorry about all this
i envy you and your ignorance
i hear that it's bliss

so i let go of the ratio
of things said to things heard
and i leave you to your garden
and the beauty you preferred
and i wonder what of this
will have meaning for you
when you've left it all behind
i guess i'll even wonder
if you meant it
at the time
 
 
alyssuh_can
06 April 2009 @ 10:01 pm




get your boot heel off my sofa
get your face from out my heart
i don't know where i'm standing but it seems like a decent place to start
baby, baby, get your clothes on
i wanna see you marching out that door
i'm gonna buy you a ten dollar breakfast then i ain't coming 'round no more

see the face, i've seen the figure
get the dog off my lawn
this place is wack, my bed is full of crackers
just don't treat me like a condom
fill me up and throw me away
there is nothing underneath those purple floorboards that you've never seen before anyway

won't someone help me, please, i can't seem to bend my knees
i'm being forced to stand in a world that's full of kneelers
these weekends come and go and then the week days they all come and go
and i think it's really a beautiful, beautiful time to be alive

won't you step into my parlor
set the spider, etcetera
i dont mind, i really dont mind
[i mean, i really, really dont mind]
i'm throwing the puppies out the window
make a start on a brand new day
i don't think you deserve a ten dollar breakfast anyway
thats all i've gotta say