Timelapse Love

Timelapse Love
George Kelly

(4 bars intro)

Through binoculars or a telescope, you are far away but you seem so close. I am staring up into the nighttime sky at your face looking down from on high. I'm always hitting rewind on our timelapse love, captured on camera with the whole wide world watching on a monitor. I'm always hitting rewind!

I cannot recall when I first zoomed in on your comet eyes or unearthly skin. I am so suffused with astonishment. You appear to me to be heaven-sent. I'm always hitting rewind on our timelapse love, captured on camera with the whole wide world watching on a monitor. I'm always hitting rewind!

(16 bars)

I'm always hitting rewind on a crazy dream only the other night: we were bathing together under the cool moonlight, and the universe accelerated at a blissful clip until I came awake to discover that you'd given me the slip. I'm always hitting rewind on our timelapse love, captured on camera with the whole wide world watching on a monitor. I'm always hitting rewind!

(16 bars reprise)

Magnetic and True

Magnetic and True
George Kelly

Do I believe in elements, what their presence drives, or put my trust in everything on which artifice thrives or maybe split the difference, see both where my eyes fall upon the world I find you in, where you can hear my call? There's two kinds of north that I know exist, but I never knew for certain until we kissed. Sure as my feet travel straight and not slew, one north's magnetic and the other is true. One north's magnetic and the other is true.

Science says the magnetic kind, it is found and freed by lines of force from the iron ore that spins beneath our feet.
Geography requires the true kind to hinge on accord of straight-line mappers, boundary keepers, travelers and that sort. There's two kinds of north that I know exist, but I never knew for
certain until we kissed. Sure as my feet travel straight and not slew,
one north's magnetic and the other is true. One north's magnetic and
the other is true.

(You know I don't usually rhyme, but one thing inspires to do it this time: the feelings I'm feelin' when we're together, winter through the autumn, whatever the weather. I know that you feel the same about me and you know that my plan's to be about we and I keep it on lock so that we can be free and you hold it down till it's me that you see. I'm the needle on the compass and I used to spin. You used to listen to me talk, I made you laugh and grin, but now I'm navigating straight to you through thick and thin just like a star and I'm'a ride until I see you again. You got me catching the vapors and seeing inner visions, firming up my plans, positioning for decisions, blocking out days on my calendar. That's my mission till it's time to set it off like we was nuclear fission.)

(written while watching Mia and Jonah on Dec. 16th at Prism Cafe;
demoed at home on New Year's Eve with help from Gori Do, GarageBand, an M-Audio
Keystation 61es and a Logitech USB headset)

Effort and Success (Iron and Steel and Tin)

Effort, call effort the discriminator. Call success, success the delineator. How much work before you're tirin', how much tin and steel and iron? You wanted it easy so you decided on iron first, and you bellied right up to the bar to slake your thirst. You didn't like the way I looked at you and then my drink, so you shot me dead and you wound up in the clink. Effort, call effort the discriminator. Call success, success the delineator. How much work for to seal the deal, how much iron and tin and steel? You found it a little hard when steel came next, a new kind of bar behind your original pretext. You didn't like the nuisance of penitentiary life, so no one cried when your ribs caught a knife. Effort, call effort the discriminator. Call success, success the delineator. How much work do you want to put in, how much iron and steel and tin? You looked around when you felt the thin tin blade, and your eyelids shuttered like a curtain shade. You didn't like the prospect of seeing your own blood, so you pitched over neatly into penitentiary mud (and I watched you pitch over into penitentiary mud). Effort, call effort the discriminator. Call success, success the delineator. How much iron, steel, tin and such, oh how much, how much, how much?

(written while watching Mia and Jonah on Dec. 16th at Prism Cafe; demoed on New Year's Eve with help from Gori Do, GarageBand, an M-Audio Keystation 61es, a Logitech USB headset and a fortuitous passing police-car siren)