be an open node

In the spirit of Blake's internet literature manifesto, which should definitely be reprinted in various Best of the Web anthologies, I sang a full step higher than my comfort zone and recorded a cover of the song "Boundaries" by poet and friend Bryan Coffelt. Find the original version at his MySpace.

Boundaries - Bryan Coffelt (covered by The Cinnamon Urns)


I was a twelve year old punk with a doctor's note
You had a mouth full of stars
Down at the river with French fries and baseball cards
We sat collecting our scars

Boundaries, why are you why are you why are you
Saving yourself for the wind?

Now I have seen all the ways and the roads
And the roses you turned out to be
Dogs in the alleyway scare the shit out of me
Turn my bones inward on me

Boundaries, why are you why are you why are you
Saving yourself for the wind?

I ain't sayin' I'm rememberin' nothin'
That I should probably forget
But captains in jeopardy (despite their intelligence)
Always go down with their ship

Boundaries, why are you why are you why are you
Saving yourself for the wind?