The Sun is Up

from by Jason Harrod

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The sun is up. I can't believe it,
The night flew by. My little head is burning
From the summer dust scratching at my eyes.

Lean out the window, I'm hoping for rain,
That's my posture these days.
Cool my burdens down, I can't believe how hot it stays.

Some kind of solar conflagration
Shot down from the sky,
Slid under my skin,
And now the sun is burning me from the inside.

"Get on up!" James Brown said.
I guess I will, it couldn't hurt much.
Ooh, jump back—my skin's too hot to touch.

If the world were ice cream,
We wouldn't last long, would we?
We'd slip away—a spacey, sticky stream.

Some kind of solar conflagration
Shot down from the sky,
Slid under my skin,
And now the sun is burning me from the inside.

Jalapeño and Tabasco,
Have another habanero.
Taste the pain of fire in a fruit.

Outside it's burning white and red
But hushed and grey-green in my head.
The breeze I dream, it blows me wet and cool.

Some kind of solar conflagration
Shot down from the sky,
Slid under my skin,
And now the sun is burning me,
And it's the best thing I have felt in my whole life.
The sun is up and so am I.

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from Bright As You, track released February 5, 2006

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Jason Harrod Brooklyn, New York

“What singer-songwriter Jason Harrod does best is turn daily moments numinous. Quite simply, Harrod’s imagination is for
this world; he finds deep secrets in ordinary places.” — Image Journal

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