Bumble from Blue Bright by Séamus Scanlan

Tell me what to say
I am used to finding ways out
Should I go and find a way out?

What if I could be
A poet with a bat, roughhewn and true
Swinging for the crack, follow through?

I’d be a Bumble
At the edge of a cliff but I got bounce
Go ahead, let the wolves try and pounce
No teeth, always filling, ounce by ounce

Dog in the front seat
Tongue out, ears flapping in the wind
No sense of the worries that surround
Be enough when my paws hit the ground

Roar like an oak tree
On top with gold around the waist
No shade of sky I couldn’t face
Try to cut me down? What a waste

Odd like a space man
Infinite eyes, no end in sight
Stellar hands drawings owls in the night
Making sense with the smallest bit of light

Do we stay the same
Stuck in a refrain of past selves
Counting all the words left on the shelf

I am not the same, I am not the same, I am not
Running from the pain of past selves
I’m swinging for the crack
Clearing the shelf

And I’d say I’m sorry that it took me so long
To not feel sorry
Dog bumbling oak moon
No sense but I know it can’t be wrong
Be at the foot of who you are
I am who I am and nothing more

• Alternative
• indie
• indie rock
• philly
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles