(La belle harpiste – hommage à Max Ernst)
When will I ever be safe from myself
If the danger all lies between heaven and hell?
When I close my eyes, I’m not falling asleep
I am opening drawers, I am sifting through papers
Please stay a while, I’m not falling asleep
I’m not falling asleep, I’m not falling asleep
I’m Not Falling Asleep by Andy Shauf
I am the man on stage slurring your favourite songs.
Making up a few of the words as I go along.
Taking the edge off of me
Is a necessity when I’m singing these words that I no longer mean.
I am not a poet, I’m a broken heart
And though you didn’t dispute it, I don’t really play the part.
I am not dishonest, I’m a lost detail
Leaving out the good words to hide my trail.
The Man on Stage by Andy Shauf
Light this sidewalk
Drunk I stumble
Words from my mouth, hear me mumble
Who am I to fall in something
Close to loving
Lick Your Wounds by Andy Shauf
homage to René Magritte