Roses & Hello

come unhinged in the fall
with uneven legs a table
that you’ve been taping quarters to
for years and years and years
you turned your head and stepped into the distance
whispered there’s a calm in the sunset
don’t be so sure i won’t let go
when i find new things to love
we speak of love, of ways to make.
if we could make these things with bare hands, could we?
with our best patience.
so let go, dream, wake and want.
we’ll both go back
into the world
alone again in time we’ll drown
ourselves make work
our lives as friends
convince us with
common advice
perhaps the seams weren’t quite so strong
but this was such a lovely thing
we stitched together this past fall
making note of when this feels the worst
i watch the leaves fade
with the onset of the chilling air
i miss the warmth
of your hands and the way
my eyes miss the light
reflecting off the leaves in the winter
all i can remember now is
watching as your eyes lay frozen on
the current of the hudson river

City Breathing – The City Lights We Wait Under from Arun Antonyraj on Vimeo.

we’ll drive and drive and drive even faster, just to watch the streaks of rain collect on the window of our car.

take your hand and roll the window down and gently place your fingers out, you’ll love the way the wind feels pressed against your palm.

this city wears us thin. all the streets lie down slick with worry but the tips of our ears still hear the sounds of distant playgrounds.

and years later, i still wonder about the tender memories we buried there – the scraping of our knees on unforgiving concrete, the droplets of blood that stained the grass beneath our feet.

we were all so young and careless, playing loose with cutlery, broken glass and bottle-rockets, hanging upside down from trees.

disregarding clocks and watches, time stood still on our side. we ran until our lack of breath caught up to us and dragged us down.

we were fearless of the rain, the tender ache of ankle sprains ricocheting through the past as we reminisce and reflect…

sometimes we are safest. simply waiting. we find new things to love.

we’ll lift a glass to the time we spent designing ways to say goodbye to all our old friends.

a warm handshake, a tight embrace, a decade to wander down the endless inter-states.

with all those books we’ve left unread, cast aside and un-returned to library shelves.

their pages hide a memory of what we were when we were young and knew how to love.

with recklessness, inspired and bright, finding simple wonders as the day turns the night.

we press our heads to window sills and dream of birthday cards and care packages.

(or some place to hide in broad daylight).

ooxx cb

This is a new song that City Breathing just completed.

The song was originally written and demo’d using two acoustic guitars

and an antique (100 years old!) pump organ. With the band’s recent interest

in neo-chamber classical sounds, the band decided to arrange the song with

a classical bent. Enjoy!