Digital Booklet - Carrie & Lowell

1. DEATH WITH DIGNITY 

2. SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER

Explaining what I feel, that empty feeling

Spirit of my silence I can hear you

I should have known better

Don’t back down, concentrate on seeing

But I’m afraid to be near you

To see what I could see

The breakers in the bar, the neighbor’s greeting

 And I do don’t n’t know where to begin

My black shroud

My brother had a daughter

 And I do don’t n’t know where to begin

Holding down my feelings

The beauty that she brings, illumination

Somewhere in the desert there’s a forest

 A pillar pillar for my e enemi nemies es

Don’t back down, there is nothing left

 And an acre acre before before u us s

I should have wrote a letter

The breakers in the bar, no reason to live

But I don’t know where to begin

 And griev grieve e wh what at I happe happen n to grie grieve ve

I’m a fool in the fetter

But I don’t know where to begin

My black shroud

Rose of Aaron’s beard, where you can reach me

 Again  Agai n I’ve I’ve lost my strength strength comp complete letely ly,,

I never trust my feelings

oh be near me,

I waited for the remedy

Tired old mare with the wind in your hair

When I was three, three maybe four

My brother had a daughter

 Amethys  Amet hystt and flowers flowers o on n the the ta table, ble,

She left us at that video store

The beauty that she brings, illumination

is it real or a fable?

Be my rest, be my fantasy

Well I suppose a friend is a friend

I’m light as a feather

3. ALL OF ME WANTS ALL OF YOU

 And we all all know know how this will end

I’m bright as the Oregon breeze

Shall we beat this or celebrate it?

Chimney swift that finds me, be my keeper

My black shroud

You’re not the one to talk things through

Silhouette of the cedar

Frightened by my feelings

You checked your text while I masturbated

What is that song you sing for the dead?

I only want to be a relief

Manelich, I feel so used

What is that song you sing for the dead?

No, I’m not a go-getter

Found myself on Spencer’s Butte

I see the signal searchlight strike me

The demon had a spell on me

Traced your shadow with my shoe

in the window of my room

My black shroud

Empty outline changed my view

Well I got nothing to prove Well I got nothing to prove

Captain of my feelings The only thing I want to believe

Now all of me thinks less of you

I forgive you, mother, I can hear you

When I was three, and free to explore

 All of of me press pressed ed o onto nto you

 And I long long tto o be near you

I saw her face on the back of the door

But in this light you look like Poseidon

But every road leads to an end

Be my vest, be my fantasy

I’m just a ghost you walk right through

Yes every road leads to an end

I should have known better

Your apparition passes through me

Saw myself on Spencer’s Butte

Nothing can be changed

in the willows:

Landscape changed my point of view

The past is still the past

Revelation may come true

Five red hens—you’ll never see us again You’ll never see us again

The bridge to nowhere

Now all of me thinks less of you

I should’ve wrote a letter

Don’t back down: nothing can be changed Cantilever Cantilev er bridge, the drunken sailor

On the sheet I see your horizon

(All of me wants all of you)

The man who taught me to swim,

“Well you do enough talk

I’m drawn to the blood

he couldn’t quite say my first name

My little hawk, why do you cry?

The flight of a one-winged dove

Like a father he led

Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?

How? How did this happen?

community water on my head

Or the Fourth of July?

How? How did this happen?

 And he he called called me “S “Subaru ubaru””

We’re all gonna die.”

 And now now I wa want nt to to be near you

Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head

My lover caught me off guard

Since I was old enough to speak

Was it all a disguise, like Junior High

How? Head of a rabbit

I’ve said it with alarm

Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction

How? Head of a rabbit

Some part of me was lost in your sleeve

Now where am I? My fading supply

where you hid your cigarettes

“Did you get enough love, my little dove

No I’ll never forget

Why do you cry?

I just want to be near you

 And I’m I’m sorry I left, left, b but ut it was for tthe he b best est

Delilah, avenge my grief

Still I pray to what I cannot see

Though it never felt right

How? God of Elijah

In the sprinkler I mark the evidence

My little Versailles.”

How? God of Elijah

known from the start From the bed near your death,

The hospital asked should the body be cast

and all the machines that made a mess

Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth

Far away the falcon flew

Do you find it all right, my dragonfly?

4. DRAWN TO THE BLOOD

The strength of his arm

For my prayer has always been love What did I do to deserve this? With blood on my sleeve

 As fire fire tto o th the e sun sun Tell me what I have done How? Heart of a dragon? How? Heart of a dragon? For my prayer has always been love What did I do to deserve this now? How did this happen? 5. EUGENE

Now I want to be near you

Why do you cry?

For the rest of my life,

Make the most of your life, while it is rife

admitting the best is behind me

While it is light

Now I’m drunk and afraid, vwishing the world would go away

Well you do enough talk

If they’ll never even hear you?

What if I’d never seen hysterical light from Eugene? Lemon yoghurt, remember I pulled at your shirt I dropped the ashtray on the floor I just wanted to be near you Emerald Park, wonders never cease

“Shall we look at the moon, my little loon

What’s left is only bittersweet

What’s the point of singing songs Light struck from the lemon tree

Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky

My little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July?

6. FOURTH OF JULY 

We’re all gonna die.”

The evil it spread like a fever ahead

7. THE ONLY THING

It was night when you died, my firefly What could I have said to raise you from the dead? Oh could I be the sky on the fourth of July?

The only thing that keeps me from driving this car Half-light, jack knife into the canyon at night Signs and wonders: Perseus aligned with the skull