Fireworks from Little Films by Vanessa Peters & Ice Cream on Mondays

well I can take your picture down now
and put up new ones of happier times
and not be afraid of your angry ghost
with its face like sucked limes
that sour expression may very well be my fault
but it’s time now for me to let that go
there will be less checking around corners
for the thumbs-up man to give me the say so

and sometimes there aren’t fireworks,
and the explosions go pop quietly in the night –
a misfire or two that no one can explain.
sometimes all the gunpowder in the world will not light…
it will not light up the sky

will you come haunting my last good breath?
i think there will be more good breaths for us both.
is it okay for me to smile when i wake up
instead of worrying about if you’ve climbed off that rope?
and i had faith that it all would pass
but it wasn’t until i saw exactly how
that i was able to somewhat understand
the way these things sometimes work out…

and sometimes there aren’t fireworks,
and the explosions go pop quietly in the night –
a misfire or two that no one can explain.
sometimes all the gunpowder in the world will not light…
it fails to light up the sky.

• Folk
• folk rock
• indie folk
• pop folk
• roots
• singer-songwriter
• Austin