This is from Jonathan Penn’s new album A Transient Warehouse of Damaged Goods. More to come in the form of a review, but take a listen to one of my initial favorites from the CD called, “Dead Flower”.
Planted seeds in a fertile mind
To grow a heart desperate to find
A garden of hope in a bed of my fears
When they bloom I harvest the blend
Flowers are fine, when they’re already dead
Can I relive these the rest of my years
Oh I never want to leave them behind
No I never want to leave them behind
Dipped in bronze and formaldehyde
Preserve the sent with a brand new gise
Packing a soul of beauty on ice
First hand turns the colors to grey
Second hand lets them all slip away
By the third all the beauty is lost
No I never want to leave them behind
Will I ever learn to leave them behind
06/01/2008 at 7:20 pm Permalink
Thanks Derrak. :-) I like the song, too.