Jewel Kilcher - flower

Face of Love

Until tonight
My heart was just half full
I'd never known the fruit which fed the soul
But now I see what may put to rest my longing

For I have seen, the face of love
The grace of God, the face of love

In silence I feared my heart
Would remain words unheard
Inside a seperate mess of skin
But now I know that the skin just veils the soul

For I have seen, the face of love
The grace of God, the face of love

So take my hand and knowing
With it I also give my heart
Wanting to never be seperate again
Let eternity begin

If you were flame
I'd allow myself to be consumed completely
Were you wind I'd wish you to pass through me
But now I know that the skin just veils the soul

For I have seen, the face of love
The grace of God, the face of love

Fish Family

There's a man on the front porch
Say's he's related to me
But lately I'm finding
It hard to believe
And this is filled
With spooks and ghosts
They say they're family
But they are strangers at most

They're strange fishes of the deep blue sea
And absolutely nothing like me
They swim around in their little treasure chests
When it comes to loving me
They give it their fish best
But it's hard with all those scales
Of good and bad, you see
They're my fish family
My fish family

And they try and hook me
Or put me in a tank
They may try and book me
For robbing a fish bank
Cause misunderstanding comes easily
When they're blowing bubbles
And I can hardly breathe

And when will they understand
I just wanna marry a man
Without seaweed in his teeth
Without barnacle for hair
Without seaweed in his ears
But their fish ears won't hear me
They're my fish family
They're strange fishes of the deep blue sea
And absolutely nothing like me
They swim around in their little treasure chests
When it comes to loving me
They give it their fish best
But it's hard with all those scales
Of good and bad, of morality
They're my fish family
My fish family

Flower

She dreams of the country
Her eyes go far away.
She wishes for flowers
He says, "Perhaps in May."

The city always was gray,
The reflections of his eyes.
And she knows he liked it that way
And that way he shall die. Well,

She's always known,
That there was something more.
There's this hunger in her belly
Like an instinct it tells her that there's something more.

This living shouldn't be called living
'Cause it's really only half a life.
She's a flower that grows despite cement holes
And she will survive, she will survive.

She's a rare breed with violet eyes
And leafy limbs.
In conversations she looks for cracks
To dig her roots deep in.

And her ways come up like daisies,
She pushes her head to the sun.
She says "I am content here to grow
Despite the steel frost that consumes everyone."

She's always known,
That there was something more.
There's this hunger in her belly like an instinct
It tells her that there's something more.

This living shouldn't be called living
'Cause it's really only half a life.
She's a flower that grows despite cement holes.
And she will survive, she will survive.

In the end these steel cages will consume us
And like coffins ignorance will take us in and,
Fashion don't mean anything
'Cause fashion cannot be our friends.

And when all else fades away
And the city falls into its sleep.
We'll still have flesh, blood, bones and
Our soul to deal with so we should
Dig our roots deep.

Always known,
That there's something more.
There's this hunger in our bellies like an instinct
It tells us that there's something more.

This living shouldn't be called living
'Cause it's really only half a life.
She's a flower that grows despite cement holes.
And we will survive, we will survive, we will survive, we will survive.

Fly To Me Angel

Oh my angel
Sweet sweet angel
Come to me swiftly
Its night so still

The dawn bus come swiftly
I've been gone so long
Your face is so lovely
It makes my faith strong

My hands are unsteady
I'm so far from home
Just tell me, angel,
I'm never alone

Lay with me angel
Speak not a word
Your body is so slender
Like the wings of a bird

Fly from me angel
You see a dawn's a coming
I'll be with you angel
On the wings of a song

(Yodel)

Food Stamp Love

co-written with Steve Poltz

I'm outside your window
Talking through glass
You throw out some love crumbs
But I've got an appetite bigger than that

I'm hungry for something... Yeah yeah yeah
That I can't afford
You dole out your love like foodstamps
Well I want something more

Sick of your foodstamp love
Sick of your foodstamp love
Sick of your foodstamp love

You hand me some paper... Yeah yeah yeah
Show me where to sign
If I'm lucky I will get your number
Oh goody I think this is a real good time

After you ask me some questions
Do I qualify?
Well I don't want your handouts anyway
'Cause boring stuff is all I can buy

Sick of your foodstamp love
Sick of your foodstamp love
Sick of your foodstamp love

I run to my mailbox
Hoping that it's there
Some sort of message telling
Me that you really care

But all there is is junk mail
There's a sale down at the mall
There's some coupons for canned love, baby
But there's nothing from you at all

Sick of your foodstamp love
Sick of your foodstamp love
Sick of your foodstamp love
Sick of your foodstamp love
Sick of your foodstamp love
Sick of your foodstamp love

Foolish Games (POY)

You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You were always crazy like that
I watched from my window,
Always felt I was outside looking in on you
You were always the mysterious one
with dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees

These foolish games are tearing me apart
You thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart

You were always brilliant in the morning
Smoking your cigarettes, talking over coffee
You philosophies on art, Baroque moved you,
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar
You'd teach me of honest things
Things that were daring, things that were clean
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean
So I hid my soiled hands behind my back
Somewhere along the line I must've gone off track with you
Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself

These foolish games are tearing me apart
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart

You took off your coat and stood in the rain
You were always crazy like that

Fragile Flame (Fat Boy on Spirit)

Fat boy goes to the pool
Sees his reflection, doesn’t know what to do
He feels little inside and filled with pride
Oh, fragile flame
No one sees the same

Fat boy goes about his day
Trying to think of funny things to say
Like, "This is just a game I play"
And, "I like me this way"
Oh, fragile flame
When no one feels the same

Hush, sleep, don’t think, just eat
Your daddy’s little boy
Your mama’s pride and joy
You know they love ya
But not because they hold ya

Fat boy says "Wouldn’t it be nice
If I could melt myself like ice
Or outrun my skin and just be pure wind"
Oh, fragile flame
Sometimes I feel the same

Fragile Heart

You better take your watch off
When around large machinery
You better hide your wallet
If you plan to sleep with theives
Don't forget your bullet-proof vest
The next time you pick a fight with a guard
And if you work with unstable objects
Wear a hat that's hard

It's simple tips like these
That keep you safe from injuries
The surgeon general should do his part:
Warning, beware, be careful - Fragile Heart

Take out your contact lenses
If you drive through a dust storm
Look both ways before crossing
The freeway of any legal form
Take off your antique jewelry
The next time you jump into a chlorinated pool
And don't forget, build a fence around your heart
The next time you give it to a fool

It's simple tips like these
That keep you safe from injuries
The surgeon general should do his part:
Warning, beware, be careful - Fragile Heart

Take your socks off the heater, man
You know they're gonna get burned
Don't lend out your favourite pair of pliers
Unless you're sure they'll get returned
You would not give a shiny medal
To someone who don't work for it
So do not give of yourself
To one who won't adore it

It's simple tips like these
That keep you safe from injuries
The surgeon general should do his part:
Warning, beware, be careful - Fragile Heart