David St Bernard
Drawings are to to the right of the screen.
Link to my band, Say Ah!, is also to the right.
david.stbe@gmail.com

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above my work I see her chewing on her pencil in thought
I love her in that sweater. I tell her everytime she has it on
although her eyes are on her paper, she's still smiling at the statement
I take a sip to taste the warmth and lean back just to take a listen
to the shuffling of the leaves and the whisper of the breeze - I never 'spected a kiss on the cheek
by the time I look around, she's already looking down.. but the giggle gives her away

she likes to nap on the weekend with a book on top her head
I like to sing to myself while I'm busy in front the dishes
I usually wake her when I'm done but this time she's the one with her arms around me..
"And a good morning to you, too."

it's all routine that keeps me from wanting to leave you
it's all routine that's so easy for a little change to feel so good
we still have some nights that last and some mornings that just don't start
I roll over to look in her eyes but she still hasn't woken up - or so she's pretending
by the magic of her name, her eyes, closed, flutter and open.. "peek-a-boo!"

I thought I'd tell you you're beautiful. I thought it's time I should let you know
although I meant it, you'd read too far into what I said
you fit my arms perfectly and you're one step beside me in everything. at this pace, we'll step into forever
inside, I'm screaming. not ready for this ain't right

why is it an effort to want to call you? why are you so hard for me to miss?
why do I avoid saying that you're my girl? why is my heart still unconvinced?
you saw me first a long time ago. I saw you later and we based it all on this
we saw the error, we stayed together, we played the weather, let it rain upon our kiss

you make me want to hold you closer. you make me want to play with fire
you make me want another moment alone with you. you make me empty when we do
but there were times I felt us being true and I was glad to be seeing you
but rendezvous brought nothing new. thought I, denial; said you, confused
just promise me as I promise you not to run into someone again

I'm glad to finally have let you go. I'm sad to hear you had more to show
I'm mad to hear it too late, I'm bad 'cause I didn't wait. we always knew we would break..
you make me want my arms around you. you make me so confused. I have to write about you
this started as a love song, but it didn't start with you

now that's the third time I heard your name. dear God, I didn't clear my mind to be already set on you. I mean, from what I know, you're not my type, but when I close my eyes, you always come in sight. so fine, I called, you said, "come by." I went to find the common ground we shared. we really hit it off that day I wished your kiss had left a mark for me to never wash away.
now I feel drawn to where you go, but I cover it with friends and perhaps I'll have a good time. yet all I seem to do is keep watching you with that blond-haired and blue. I leave way before you do. oh, I leave before I find out he's coming home with you.
I still remember when you broke the chain. how can I forget the sound? with my head down, it hit me.
you pass me by without a look when days before we were dancing. have I been too much? was I so obvious? 'cause she found out when I wasn't trying. so I confront and I confess and apologize for liking her if that's what caused this mess. you say you never knew. oh, you smile for you never knew.
and I feel stupid, but for an instant, 'cause she seems to be telling me that nothing's changed. so, the hand you let drop from mine, and the eyes that now stray from mine, and the way that you seem to mind me standing by your side was all a projected lie?
you say hello, I wave goodbye. and I smile with an empty mind 'cause it hit me and I've moved on from the rebound

you and I end the night on a cup of joe's.
on the table: two cups, yours not full
you downed it before leaving. squeezed the feelings before they froze
they will. as much as you tell me no, I've played that game and they all end up the same
you'll forget in time. maybe not my name, but its meaning will die
but for now, the roof of your mouth is on fire and all that you can taste is bitterness.

I'm the glow around the streetlight through the misty rain
I'm the street sign you're searching for but you're not close enough to read my name
I'm the words on the tip of your tongue. the quote you don't know where I'm from
I am the last song. the last song you'll never learn
so you'll have to hum until the order goes wrong and some other song takes its place
but for now, the back of your throat is so sore and on everybody's face you see is me.

you can only get so close to certain people. I can only take so much

if I could have one wish, I'd clean forget your face
I had a second wish, I'd take it back in jest and use the third on money
don't force a smile for me. pretend like you didn't see me waving
well, don't you dare complain that I forgot your name. you're staring at the pavement every time

why did it cross the road? 'cause no one that it knows was on the other side

I think we've grown apart. I think I've grown and you've not
I think I'd rather watch. you say I think too much. you just don't get it..
there are friends you see every day and friends that you haven't seen in ages
for some, a day's an age. others age in days.. now do you get it?

you learn to remember the names so you can put them to faces that pass you by
I used to have this friend I thought we'd keep in touch. he's blocked on MSN

That Harry Potter Series has potential..
its got a book, got movies, got a card game, a song,
got a bad actor money just because he's got glasses and brown hair

7 BOOKS in the HPS. they claim they're there, but I know it's not the truth.
6 BOOKS in the HPS. JK hasn't written the seventh yet.
5 BOOKS in the HPS. I haven't read the sixth one yet.
    but I've read the fifth one. its got Harry whining and someone Serious dying.
    they say it needs a second read, but I burnt the only copy that I got..
4 BOOKS in the HPS, they say they're good, but I'm sure we could improve.
3 BOOKS in the HPS. the fourth so long, it's a series on its own.
2 BOOKS to the HPS. the third so good, it can stand alone.
    but I can't say the same about the second one
    I can't remember, but my brother read it said he'd never read another
    never gonna bother even looking at the third one
    so, I'm only doing a favor telling her to take it out,
    take it out, take it out! maybe burnt it..
1 BOOKS in the HPS, but obviously that cannot be..
NOBOOKS in the Potter series.. because one book don't make a series
NOBOOKS in the Harry Potter, NOBOOKS in the Harry Potter Series has no books: only potential.

I'm gonna write the Harry Potter Series for myself

I must look stupid with my face against the window
but the glitter of the city lights is like the glimmer of the busy life
where the neon signs compete with graffiti; the streetcar's a billboard, the billboard's a TV
sooner or later the traffic lights be more than a signal

there's a café every corner.. for the world works on caffeine and rests on cigarettes
while they scare our kids from weed
and I pinch my pennies here and there just to blow a buck on alcohol
at the bars that keep me awake 'til half past three

it's everything I asked for. it's everything I didn't ask for. in the city

where the stars you meet on the street outnumber the ones in the sky
and the trees in cement boxes hang their heads in shame

I can't sleep at night...
I can't turn off the white noise, so turn up the music, like everybody else
my ears are ringing...
I can't hear myself think so I'll scream whatever's on my mind!

i believe in something beautiful but she don’t feel it’s safe to put her faith inside a dream
i believe she’s got a point but i'd rather be proven wrong than wonder who was right

at the corner of queen st. and spadina, an angel's busing tables on her own time
she sings me songs with my name, i tell her stories of a day where all we’d need is our voices
she says if she had the kind of drive a thousand others do,
she would be the first in line for disappointment.
but if she found that open door to go through.
"well, that’s one less for the more deserving few."

  oh, i’m throwing planes up on your rooftop, thinking
  oh, i’m screaming names out by the highway, singing
  oh, i’m watching waves wash away these castles that were never meant to stay

i believe in something beautiful but she don’t feel the same, and i know what she means
and i admit i’m afraid of all the poetry nobody cares to read.
but so is every book here upon this shelf covered in dust
so, c'mon. let's go, build our story like what's out there is not enough

that's when her eyes fell. that's when her wings spread
that's when the roof came down, we flew out in the distance

  oh, i’m throwing planes up on your rooftop, thinking
  oh, i’m screaming names out by the highway, singing
  oh, i'm watching castles raising
  oh, i’m... beside myself