DESCRIPTION:
live at the bowery poetry club 4.18.04



Speakerphone
(c)Rebecca Moore, March 2004

The voice
on speakerphone
is asking you
to understand about the end, the end

in this room
sound filters in
from the next-door dream
Im trying to come clean

sometimes you say: im not really here - no ive never been here...
were shadows in the fog.
And even silence will disappear someday
so why wont you hear me now -
im trying to come clean...
and I know that you dont mean
to come off so damn cruel

We are wandering buffalo,
just searching for the stream,
too heavy for our own good...
moving slowly in a haze of golden dust
im trying to come clean but I feel so lost
in this cloud of songs
that you left me.

so now - ive got to go
do you understand about the end the end the end the end
and though were not really here, no weve never been here
I found you in the dust
and while were trying to come clean
well both have to trust
that well find each other in the end
the end the end the end...