Levi The Poet - Carl Sagan's Smoking Chair lyrics
[Levi The Poet - Carl Sagan's Smoking Chair lyrics]
The sun had just begun to come through
The windows when the phone rang
And time slowed the way that dust
Hangs in his rays when
The room is still enough for you to see it
I always loved watching those
Fragments of old stars
Memories of explosions that float in
The air like both a foreshadowing and an
Embrace as warm as autumn, saying
"You’ll make it through
"After your heart can no
Longer stomach the torture
Or the way the pain always expands to a
Weight that collapses on it'self
When gravity betrays the
Attraction of youth for the undress of age
You’ll be able to breathe again"
The thing is
There’s no bridge for bypassing crucifixion
Down the hallway, every ringing scream
Beat the truth in
And the rotary dial shook on it's axis
Like my pale blue dot spun
Out of control and exposed as no
Less broken than the same
Motes of hope that spoke from
Their silence like prophecy, "Ma’am
Are you sitting down?"
I thought about life and man and
Assembly and my ribcage and
Sleep and watched the spotlight move
Upward with the sun
Descending and all of the particles
That we weren’t made of
Maddeningly understanding like they were
Right about the news
And taunting like anything could
Happen with the right
Set of lungs breathing into this room
I sat in the quiet imagining
You heard the same
Sound despite how loud your mind always was
What ifs are deafening questions
The sun had just begun to
Come through the windshield
When my whole field of vision became a prism
System, and in the flash as long as a life
Sentence before my eyes, I had hope that
Maybe, you would come to remember
Me as fascinating as
Every star - once monochromatic as ours -
Whose death gave birth to
Memories as colorful as
This spectrum it shone as if to say
"She’ll forgive you
"After searching the night and every
Dust cloud in her
Telescope or the empty rooms in your home
And collapsing into your scent like the
Moments you’d come in late
With the night’s chill still clinging to the
Leather jacket she used to latch onto
Like one day she might not be
Able to feel you beneath it
She’ll be able to love again"
The thing is
There’s no bridge for bypassing crucifixion
Down the hallway, the phone sang it's
Pitch as loud as our collision
And the car flipped like a
Pale blue top spun beyond
The reach of it's sunbeam suspended in time
Like if it's relative
Then i’ve got enough to get
This out: "My love, are you sitting down?
"No matter how small a spec we are
"Floating in some empty living room
"You are still a world to me
And I will expect to see you
At peace with the debris that I
Return to in your afternoons
Like the glimmer of old stars
"No matter how dead they are
"Knowing that each and every piece
Was once a prelude
To our eternal somethings who
Already knew the news
"Anything could happen with the right set
Of lungs breathing into this room"
What ifs are deafening questions
She'll learn to love again
The windows when the phone rang
And time slowed the way that dust
Hangs in his rays when
The room is still enough for you to see it
I always loved watching those
Fragments of old stars
Memories of explosions that float in
The air like both a foreshadowing and an
Embrace as warm as autumn, saying
"You’ll make it through
"After your heart can no
Longer stomach the torture
Or the way the pain always expands to a
Weight that collapses on it'self
When gravity betrays the
Attraction of youth for the undress of age
You’ll be able to breathe again"
The thing is
There’s no bridge for bypassing crucifixion
Down the hallway, every ringing scream
Beat the truth in
And the rotary dial shook on it's axis
Like my pale blue dot spun
Out of control and exposed as no
Less broken than the same
Motes of hope that spoke from
Their silence like prophecy, "Ma’am
Are you sitting down?"
I thought about life and man and
Assembly and my ribcage and
Sleep and watched the spotlight move
Upward with the sun
Descending and all of the particles
That we weren’t made of
Maddeningly understanding like they were
Right about the news
And taunting like anything could
Happen with the right
Set of lungs breathing into this room
I sat in the quiet imagining
You heard the same
Sound despite how loud your mind always was
What ifs are deafening questions
The sun had just begun to
Come through the windshield
When my whole field of vision became a prism
System, and in the flash as long as a life
Sentence before my eyes, I had hope that
Maybe, you would come to remember
Me as fascinating as
Every star - once monochromatic as ours -
Whose death gave birth to
Memories as colorful as
This spectrum it shone as if to say
"She’ll forgive you
"After searching the night and every
Dust cloud in her
Telescope or the empty rooms in your home
And collapsing into your scent like the
Moments you’d come in late
With the night’s chill still clinging to the
Leather jacket she used to latch onto
Like one day she might not be
Able to feel you beneath it
She’ll be able to love again"
The thing is
There’s no bridge for bypassing crucifixion
Down the hallway, the phone sang it's
Pitch as loud as our collision
And the car flipped like a
Pale blue top spun beyond
The reach of it's sunbeam suspended in time
Like if it's relative
Then i’ve got enough to get
This out: "My love, are you sitting down?
"No matter how small a spec we are
"Floating in some empty living room
"You are still a world to me
And I will expect to see you
At peace with the debris that I
Return to in your afternoons
Like the glimmer of old stars
"No matter how dead they are
"Knowing that each and every piece
Was once a prelude
To our eternal somethings who
Already knew the news
"Anything could happen with the right set
Of lungs breathing into this room"
What ifs are deafening questions
She'll learn to love again