Floating Opera

Floating Opera

Forever In June

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance

In June the fever has broken.
I am dry for over a year.
Impossible energies, but I still shake with fear.
Hotels make me think of whiskey,
and rainy afternoons spent fading away,
with a bottle and a pound of cheese,
and an AM station reciting the rosary.
From St. Michael's, on Stockton Avenue,
the rain and the neon, turn the room to a cathedral.
But now I'm over it at last,
done with the sweet melancholy.
Ten years lost to forgetting you,
but I'll miss you forever in June.
My friends wisely stole,
all my photographs of you,
to get my mind unfixed,
so I'd start on something new.
Looking after me I guess,
but it only forced me to imagine you.
To dream you up the way I was always mistaken you were.
Now it's over, now it's done.
Done with the sweet melancholy.
Ten years lost to forgetting you,
but I'll miss you forever in June.

Nursery

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance

In the nursery, pictures taken of me.
Pretty blonde baby, and the mother who frowns.
With the lilies against her gown,
makes believe she's a painting,
or a single soft sound,
that travels through the chimneys and grates,
in a small Irish town.
Where the rain is like pieces of glass,
from a broken medicine bottle.
Where she is not of this world,
but a ghost in the rooms of another.
In the nursery the good aunt is holding me.
Pretty blonde baby, and the mother who lied,
to the father on a cold night, nine months ago.
Shades her eyes from the photographer,
swooping down with his camera,
bothering everyone,
who would take me to the nearest church,
this very minute to see that I am
shielded from purgatory.
In the nursery, pictures taken of me.
Pretty blonde baby, and the mother who frowns.
With the lilies against her gown,
makes believe she's a painting,
or a single soft sound,
that travels through the chimnies and grates,
in a small Irish town.

The Backseat Of Jean Seberg's Car

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance

Her flowered dress, for the summer insane,
her lips around her knuckles in pleasure.
Who can tell me if life is black or white,
with the colors around her hair.
In the theater, the movie has broken.
The film slaps the bald head,
of the sleeping projectionist,
in the hot afternoon.
And it feels like nothing to wait,
while the screen just burns away.
And the hands are starting to shake.
And it feels like nothing to wait,
for the morning you come apart.
He's made her something she'll never get.
It's never over, not just yet.
I'd tell her but love's a secret
either burned or turned to air.
In the theater the movie slaps and spins.
The projectionist moves his chair,
and drifts off again,
in the hot afternoon.
But it feels like nothing to wait,
while your car drives off to nowhere.
And you take all that you can take.
And it feels like nothing to wait,
for the things you can't unstart.
On a road outside Paris, France,
your son is watching the nuns bike past.
He breaks free of a dozen hands,
but they catch him at last.
It's not time to, time to run and play.
It's almost always time, time to run away.
But it feels like nothing to wait,
While the boys are learning to hesitate.
And the splice affixed to the acetate.
But it feels like nothing to wait.

Please

Lyrics by Lori Allison

Say you don't know me and,
I'll say the same.
If it's all the same to you,
I'd know you.
I find I'm missing someone,
I've never known.
Say you don't know me,
I know you.
Please I want to know you,
I need to know you,
I wish I knew you now.
Say you want to know me and,
I'll let you know.
If it's all the same to you,
I'd gladly know you.
I find I think about you,
as if you knew.

Dressed In Seven

Lyrics by Lori Allison

Dressed in seven different towns.
The moon's the same all around.
Can you get fish here by the pound.
Smooth that curtain back.
Where was my head,
what was I thinking.
Place the candle on the ground,
next to where we might lie down.
My feet are hot there go my shoes.
Don't start a fire it's not my house.
Where was my head,
what was I thinking.

I wonder why I need the earth.
I know that times I need some dirt.
Covering my knees and my shirt,
under my fingernails.
Where was my head,
what were you thinking.
Could I be strong enough to hold you,
and know when to let you go.
Are my fits of high and low,
a small price to pay.
Where was my head.
Why are you thinking.

Lisa's Limbs

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance

Spent all night,
rewinding the tape to "Lisa Says".
Our noses over candles
staring at each others changing faces.
Putting the skirt down over red knees,
I take my time to please,
but your expression comes and leaves.
The cartoons our heart makes
are sheep and wolves, playing hide and seek.
A little of both and a little of each,
please unzip me if you please.
Two bottles each, instead of one apiece.
Our eyes get red by a quarter to three,
the growling sound my stomach makes,
there's a wolf inside,
a little in you to match the little in me.
The song is still playing,
when the sun comes up,
from the street below.
Up the stairwell, through the window,
seeing what's become of you and me.
Pull the skirt up, over pale hips,
leaving tongues behind our tight lips.
Spent all night, rewinding the tape to 'Lisa Says'.
Our noses over candles
staring at each others changing faces.
Pulling the skirt down over red knees,
I take my time to please, but your attention comes and leaves.
The cartoons our heart makes are sheep and wolves,
playing hide and seek.
A little of both and a little of each,
please unzip me if you please.
Tumbling you and fumbling me,
please unzip me if you please.

Bluebirds In The Dark

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance

He's turning her pictures to the wall.
A gesture to show that she's fallen from grace.
She's no longer welcome at home.
Bluebirds in the dark,
look proud for no reason at all.
And are ignored, most of the time.
Like she was hiding, under the table,
listening to the clocks.
That chime each one second,
off from the others.
He's telling us stories again,
about men blown into rabbit holes by bombs.
We're holding each other's hands.
He's a shadow in a chair at night,
he rattles and he snores.
Like a broken down old engine with the screws all undone.
Bluebirds in the dark,
look proud for no reason at all.
And are ignored, most of the time.
Like she was hiding, under the table,
listening to the clocks.
That chime each one second,
off from the others.
She sees the pictures turned
and looks at me under the table still,
and winks before she goes.
Winks before she goes.
I saw her with her long hair,
on the front of the paper,
with her peace sign and her sandals.
I heard he threw the paper away

Still

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance

The nurse said maybe you should sing him a lullabye,
and she hisses like a garden snake.
Singing will just keep him awake.
She held me like a piece of broken precious glass,
out away from her.
So she could put me back on the shelf,
if I made any motion.
So I stayed perfectly still.
The nurse said maybe you should hold him to your breast.
And she glares at the other mothers.
And says there's no sense,
in giving a young boy ideas.
She held me like a piece of broken precious glass,
out from her.
So she could put me back on the shelf,
if I made any motion.
So I stayed perfectly still.
But when the nurse was gone away,
she sat me up like an old man.
And told me a story, about a woman who wanted,
more than just glass and ludlabyes,
more than just worn out rocking chairs.
Then she sang me her favorite song,
about a soldier who was dying to wed.
Who knew nothing of love.
Who didn't know anything of love.
Then she held me like a piece of broken precious glass, out away from herself.
So she could put me, back on the shelf,
if I made any motion.
So I stayed perfectly still.