Cactus Pillow on a Bed of Nails
Here’s the thing; writing songs is therapy for me. The act of writing helps me to purge my pain and synthesize it into a vehicle for pleasure and truth. Creative alchemy. Lately I’ve gone through some complexly emotional and turbulent times; as a result, this is my strangest (and strongest) piece of songwriting yet. Oh, joy. Hooray for pain. Seriously.
Cactus Pillow on a Bed of Nails
My one brain is a goddess
My other brain is a thief
My other brain is a mother
crying out her grief
My other brain is a genius
And my other brain is asleep
My other brain’s making promises
I don’t know how to keep
Chorus:
I been blinded by the light
I had wild wolves on my tail
I inherited a legacy, a
Cactus pillow on a bed of nails
I was born so naked
I had cold hands on my skin
Flushed into a dark world
Of bright light and cruel grins
I was born so lonely
I did not know myself
I could not love my mama
or anybody else
Chorus:
I been running from the light
And from those wild wolves upon my trail
I been dreaming to forget about
the cactus pillow on a bed of nails
I dreamed into the ocean
I dreamed into the womb
I dreamed my life away as if
My body was a tomb
I got one hand on the future
And one finger in the past
My one brain wants forever
But my other brain’s fading fast
Chorus:
Now I’m reaching for the light
To the sound of the wolves’ wild wail
And I wonder why I clung to my
Cactus pillow on a bed of nails
I been seven years married
I been seven years alone
I been seven years with my true love
But none of it was home
My one brain is a prisoner
My other brain is the key
My one brain says, I’m ready
My other brain says, I’m free
This song is sung by wolves
This song is moving on
This song ain’t got no ending
This song …