Monthly Archives: March 2016

get tired

© 2016 harper blue music

how would i miss you
how would you know
i miss you like jesus would miss his
his own holy ghost
we didn’t go to london
i told you i don’t wanna go
but i don’t see you anymore
since the hospital
i know i’ve lost that fire
when my metaphors get tired
when i’m singing ’bout a window closing
meaning time you’ve got
driving through cascades and dodging
burning barricades that say
you know i’ll always love you
but the way has been cut off
now
but i miss you
and the things we used
to do
the plans i make still have you in them
and i know we’re through
i know i’ve lost that fire
when my metaphors get tired
when i’m quoting 3eb because my
brain can’t make a thought
driving through cascades and dodging
burning barricades that say
you know i’ll always love you
but the plane is taking off
now
i used to know what you want
i used to know it was me
but now i’m stuck in the background baby
and i don’t know what to think
and i don’t know what to think
but
i know i’ve lost that fire
when my metaphors get tired
when i say i was a mouse
who didn’t wanna make a sound
driving through cascades and dodging
burning barricades that say
you know i’ll always love you
but you gotta go around
now


This song invented itself over the last day and a half or so. I just wrapped up a fairly solid take on the lyrics, though they may still evolve a bit. Even so, I knocked out a quick acoustic demo on my phone just now, and I figured I’d share.

queen anne

© 2016 harper blue music

queen anne’s head is missing
but i still remember kissing her mouth
areolae glistening as i
made my way further to the south
crimes may have been committed
but the judge was high and the jury’s out
all our friends are listening
and i don’t know what to say to them now
i can’t stop walking kinnear in my mind
through all the history she left behind
i know it’s never the time but
we think that it is and
i thought it was mine
i can’t stop walking kinnear in my mind
queen anne’s heart is bursting
and there isn’t any room at the inn
no not for girls like me
too poor to show without an invitation
she moved just down the street
she’s got a bigger kitchen it’s really nice
but i had to gtfo when she said
“take the futon for the night”
i can’t stop holding her hand in my head
wishing she’d held a little longer instead
of giving up on these hills
alive with sounds of music
but buried in bills
i can’t stop holding her hand in my head
in my head
i know i wasn’t royalty
but i still fit in
and i still was me
my mistake was believing that could change
i know i was the nobody
in your “nobody does that”
nobody’s me
my mistake was believing that could change
i can’t stop holding her hand in my head
but i still fit in
and i still was me
wishing she’d held a little longer instead
to her “nobody does that”
nobody’s me
not giving up on these hills
alive with sounds of music
but buried in bills
i can’t stop holding her hand in my head
in my head
queen anne’s head is missing
but i still remember kissing her mouth


This song came crawling out of me not long after I got dumped right at the tail end of February. I did a very very quiet acoustic demo at like two in the morning, so I go into falsetto in the high parts, instead of singing it full-throat. I wasn’t going to upload this version, but my daughter and all the other friends I’ve shared it with have raved about it, including the junky late night/early morning noise floor. So, here you go.

UPDATE March 17, 2016: A video of the first live performance is now available.