Lisa Rose

Lyrics

Bearings©
Dervish days spin around, rush of blood runs aground, hands up to heaven’s sound;
which is sky and which is earth, whirling craze disconcerts:
homesick for unknown worlds. Running surf lines’ windy suds,
vaulting rocks and ocean floods, trancing in cumulous hugs.
Mixing autumn oaks and shrooms with azalea looming blooms: topsy and turvy tunes.
Compasses are broken now, north and south combine somehow,
dizziness does arouse. Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle,
the cow just jumped the moon, hoping to lose all this gloom.
We’re so small, trudging through a bog or mountain fog, floating through moonmilk aswoon.
Bearings lost in devilish dives, landing us on upturned knives, crisscrossing we survive.
Stingrays soar around the reef, rain falls on the ocean heath, we gaze on in disbelief;
sheen of sharks below astounds, heart in ears begins to pound, watery worlds will confound.
Like an infant all alone waking in the wild disowned, remembering scenes from home:
dreaming of the Ohio, Pampa’s daylights overthrow, opening lands that drone.
New town, new bed, strange hallways, rising on these rainy days: where is dawn, where declining blaze?
We’re so small, riding through the fields after nightfall, floating through moonmilk aswoon.
Humming with adrenaline, rumbling underneath the skin, tailspin begins within.