A spoken-word performance that moves through vivid metaphors of power lines, betrayal, and cosmic renewal. The speaker balances vulnerability and power, moving from precarious balance to hurt to rebirth, with gold and weight as recurring images throughout.
I walk on a power line and try not to slip. Can I be the lucky one who's caught in your grip? As I'm dancing in between the worlds of the young and the old. Lay your heart so heavy on the head of your soul. Never mind they were hurtful, they never You told me all about the dreams are running all through your veins. You said the universe was waking from a dream in your brain. The tide was high and going out on your tongue. You wrote a song that said it could not be sung. You chopped it down with It grew back more or less the same. Oh, lay your heart so heavy on the head of your soul. Now come on, they were worth more than their weight in gold. Lay your heart so heavy on the head of your soul. Now come on, baby, it's more than they're ready to go. And when you let the sunlight steal your eyes, your sense of hearing grows. There's no surprise. And when the movement of your laughing lips sends a shockwave into the sky was the nail you have tried to hit. Just a landmine laid in disguise. Oh, oh, oh. One hand clapping too hard to try. And will you raise the sharp words cut a split in the sky? They brought me down from where my body hung, but I arose with the morning sun after the kiss of betrayal from your lips to mine. Lay your heart so heavy on the head of your soul. On the head of your soul. Now command the earth, move and the rain and go. When the rain and go. Lay your heart so heavy on the head of your soul. Lay your heart down. Lay your heart. Now command the earth, move and the rain and go.
