Those good natured artists never gave a hint of pain
and suffering
I guess it had a lot to do with a good upbringing
Ring the bell and the dog comes to supper
Radio blasts as we all share the same feeling
Tomorrow’s gonna come
Does your light shine bright on entertainment tonight?
As the cows stand in line waiting to be a burger
Oh, how they suffer
Every birthday cake that ever sat in front of my face
I was sure I’d make it thru to the next year
I’ve seen all kinds of things but Marilyn Monroe was a
true star
She was so voluptuous a sex god for the poor
Rocking and reeling the evening away
As the TV burns a hole in our minds
What folly is this?
What can we learn from their mistakes?
How to make mistakes
Little dolly
There is work to do the working class should know
Take all their pay and everything’s ok
They know these more to life then trivia and
celebrities
And how often their disappointed with them
The good loving blessings of the U. S. of A.
Help us make it through the darkest of nights
I feel the crumby side of the show-business life
As promotional papers fill the wastepaper baskets
As the living ask it why? Oh why, oh why…
The audience at the movies was restless and tired
It had been going on for about an hour
And no one had caught the gist of it yet
The candy and the soda pop pacify the lie
The movie is fake and it influences our lives
And so we learn to act as fake as the movie was
We all practice and rehearse in from of the mirror
But we’re not really there
Oh, oh the sadness of the earth
Oh, oh the sadness of the earth
Only because I love you
And I’ll always be true
Because I love you
And I’ll always be with you
She takes her stance outside (her) (name)
She's wondering where she will go
She will always find a group of friends
They'll love her, love her
Making sure this time not to get caught up with some fool who will take her
I don't know why I thought
I'd stand a chance at all,
Cause you're so cool and calm,
And that's not me, you know me.
So show me how to walk,
Further from my heart,
Like I never fell in love,
Cause that's not me, you know me.
Carry you up the stairs,
Said you can't find your way.
I'll sing you what you want to hear...
Forgotten your way back home,
Lets go to my place,
Just as long as you get me out of here...
I don't know why it is,
It always ends like this,
I'll sit alone again and tell my self,
That it's not me, it can't be.
So I should think again,
Before diving in,
But the benefits of friends,
Just gets me, and it's sickening.
Carry you up the stairs,
Said you can't find your way.
I'll sing you what you want to hear...
Forgotten your way back home,
Lets go to my place,
Just as long as you get me out of here.
here...
I'd tell you to slow down,
but I'm having too much fun,
Lie to me, lie with me.
I'd tell you to slow down,
but I'm having too much fun,
Lie to me, lie with me.
Carry her up the stairs,
Said she can't find her way.
I'll sing her what she wants to hear...
Forgotten her way back home,
Lets go to my place,
Just as long as she gets me out of here.
Gets me out of here...
So when you awake,
Don't turn around.
Just get out of bed,
Take my eyes.
And you will see what pulled me from my ignorance.
Sight. See this. See us. See us. See us.
I can only feel this around you and no one else.
I have searched for a sympathy.
I have searched for a brace to lean on.
And now you're my only brace, and yet I stand so tall.
You would pick me up if I'd fall, you would carry me.
Our great ascension.
We're one in the same.
On that mountain and on that beach.
We watched the sun rise, we watched our lives.
Come so far. Together.
And now your my only brace and yet I stand so tall.
You would pick me up if I'd fall, you would fall with me.
Our great ascension.
We're one in the same.
The love that you return to me (this is for my friends)
Die my heart, I'm here again.
I've been alone again.
And without you here, there's just so much to say.
The loneliest of times may come when I talk to you but you're not there.
There's no way out now, I've got to stay in here.
The walls are tired of hearing what I have to say.
What I try to say is almost pointless to start,
because you're only in dreams and inside my heart.
Hope the time will cease tonight.
Hope this darkness makes me bleed.
Deception, the sight.
Night, do not give up on me (I have given up on myself.)
Time has shed and we all this time we share in other things.
I miss you darling, I need to see you more than this.
I know you have all you want and what you have, but you don't have me.
You have to feel the same.
We will be home soon.
Normality will take it's place.
Being able to talk to you and see your face.
Embrace what we have, enjoy what we made.
We created a bond that miles can't break.
We did this. We made us. We did this.
I feel my feet touch the sand.
I miss you.
Submerge my heart into your soul.
Woe?
Blame it on the rain.
Whoa!
Blame it on the name game.
Size-up, suit up self-esteem.
Tie-down, dress-down fight in the dog-days.
Wolf nights?
Introspection and longing are a feverish solitaire.
In fact, it's a lot like masturbation.
When you win, you beat yourself.
See-saw, hear / say.
Say-saw, heresy.
Stimulus, responsive.
Stimuli responded.
Let's pick a definition!
Undue sense of ones own arrogance or a family of lions?
Yeah, I'm afraid.
I don't want to die.
Not now.
Not ever.
It's a harsh reality, right?
It's the most offensive truth.
Those songs you'll hear when you're deaf.
What will they sound like when there's no sound at all?
Footsteps you see in the dark.
Footsteps you see?
Cat and mouse is a game of subterfuge.
The mind scratches itself to pieces.
Spat-up.
Chew it down or leave the entrails to dry in the sun.
In summation, fright is nothing more than a collection of preemptive suicides.
Do what you do to be alive.
It's a massacre outside that hole, wandering three-blind mrs. butcher.
Suspense!
"it's that cat, doc, he scares me to death,"
I have a block on my brain and a clock in my mouth and I'm tasting each second.
For days I've swallowed the hours.
Striking worth into the air with words like arrows that were stuck into my knees;
To pin me to the chair, to force me to write,
I've got a pencil and a thousand thoughts but my wrists won't move.
Why are my thoughts the flies on a rot aloft each other in persuasive decay?
Their decay is my demise.
I control this square with just enough space to envelop an affliction.
They are all dead to me.
They are all DEAD.
Oh no, it's a comfortable rape!
Unlike any normal respite, this canon-style boredom is a crippling image.
Ready to pop at any moment, red-faced children can't vomit.
Insignificantly hopeful, they are pulling on these coiled limbs;
They are taught and confined.
In this environment I am my own destruction.
Relying so heavily on every possible sketch...
You find this easy to kill her mind when everything you took was irreplaceably mine.
You'd still expect her to know what to say?
When all the time she spent scared of you.
You weren't even there, just in her dreams impending doom,
and every day she cries because she can still f**king see your eyes.
What right gives you the chance to erase a beautiful face?
What right gives you?
In her inner most thoughts you come from behind,
she suffered your rape, she suffered your kind.
You'd still expect her to know what to say?
You call her up late at night when she's forgotten all about you and everything's right.
Now she comes to me, like she did before.
Because of you.
Scared because of you.
You're not sorry. You're not right.
Her vanity you've taken.
She can't hold it inside.
If you would like a coalition with my in in my eyes,
mark me down -say it- this institution demands these words.
Knife your worth.
We said, "Your vitality is like a throat and in this cold it stains,
survives a haste. In the ascension taste sun in your mouth."
Burn burn burning the callow of will.
Herd into this pen the escape of, the escape of what you infer to be true,
won't you slice open your wrists and crawl through your veins?
You remain forever what you are.
You put on full-bottomed wigs with a million locks.
You can wear these high stilts instead of socks.
But you remain forever what you are.
Float or drown in these blades of canvas, perceive a fluid of manipulating skin,
the skin turned from flesh, turned its face from the sun, revenge of a knife.
Knife your worth.
When you thought you heard the sun it was the fire in my eyes
and when you thought you heard the dove it was my whistle in disguise.
And when you let it go with little might,
you found that down here there is no day or night.
The wisest man will make you feel like you are a man among mankind.
The devil has died.
And you have been born.
Needles in the grass?
Ok, snakes in the hay.
Homogeny is engulfing culture.
Strip malls and chains tear down the sanctity of days, supplant ancestry with amenity.
Breathe me in like air, innocent.
My fingers bleed.
I've been writing too much.
Preventing these words from searing my battered throat.
And I can't even scream so I sketch your face.
Each line was a cry.
Each curve bore blindness.
Prevent my arms from failing.
Limitless expressions to your face I can't conform,
But give hands the chance voice wouldn't have.
It was the first time that our words kissed, but our lips, they didn't even touch.
No skin on skin.
The first time in my life that I existed.
And each time that we breathed, we were reborn.
We're reborn each time we breathe.
These nights were gaining strength yet losing ground.
A short-lived grace.
Your tongue!
I taste your ways with a pen in my hand, in my hand, in my hand.
I taste your ways.
Well, in a matter of time my life went from day to night, incriminating textures.
Where on earth did you go?
What happened to us?
With this retouching paint, I will use a brush, apply it to your canvas.
This was once a beautiful painting.
Each lasting memory will control each word that I write.
And I used to think that my hands could dance.
I only needed to hold myself up.
You were never a crutch as you tore me away like this fringed papers' edge.
You were never a crutch?
But now I see my hand's been broken for quite some time.
These memories impale the senses to this day.
Aquatic fortitude!
Unscathed and witless, below the hopes and fears of robotic fixtures.
Proposed to the fluent lovers, hopeless romantics enthralled in semantics.
They'll flee the highlands, they'll flee their skin.
Quick, under the cover of darkness!
Déjà vu and amnesia simultaneously.
Haven't I been here before?
Did I just ask myself that question?
Illustrious madmen knitting quilts for comforters.
Well, isn't it true that we all need outlets to grow?
It's everything that it's not.
Knots everywhere.
There's contradictions in all of us, in everything.
Oh, luxuries maim lunatic.
Auction / action.
Hit the button, admire the implosions.
We're burning ourselves alive, screaming 'peace out!' at the ocean.
Although the flames will engulf the laughter, best bob while limbless and out of air supply.
Anything that's worth doing is worth doing right.
"brevity is the brother of brilliance."
The screw that holds it all together.
In place, in time solo duets.
Audiences fainted!
Live dying to be someone else.
Die living to be yourself.
Possessions are lucrative at best.
Investments buy some time.
Exceptions forth, everything cast aside.
Buy / sell, buy / sell.
Slave your slumber, it is ruin in miles.
Holding her blank like memory.
I saddle illusion.
(And I burn delusion.)
They were always one.
Flint is a root, the type of wrath in your smoke.
I burn like one pawn.
Seeking taste in imagery.
I only truly gain slumber as you enslave me.
If we never have light to borrow, then let us cry like the fall.
When sleep only notes tuition, Stack naked one will.
Writing a formal love in her, graduate from better humanities.
Why the night must always sing, yet above every sound is you.
Above every sound is you.
More water... Love above morning beauty ...Than a watch.
She never asks, she swims to me.
GIVE US SKIN. SEPERATE. ELABORATE. POETRY.
Blue goddess, I manipulate this full finger.
Will this open you?
Sense this timid structure, this hard chain of magnetic white.
Will this open you?
Nothing is nothing again, you're on your knees and in the rain,
you close your eyes but you still see all that you had
so you say "What's it to me, I've had this all before,
I've had this all before, so what's it to you?"
Feeling that the thrill of living left long ago,
you're stranded as a shadow dies in front of your heart,
your back's to the wall so you fall
because it's so much quicker to end it all.
Steal this away from us?
You can't take what we smile for, what we strive for.
And you can't break us when it's our time, this is our fight.
You can't give it up, although you've had enough,
we have no other hand to lend.
You're under the gun with one way to run, you're all the same.
Again like another day, you're looking for the time to pass,
so when's it gonna go, and when's it gonna stop.
You're falling falling falling, seems you're falling more than gaining
and your time has stopped a while ago, so what's it to you.
When the sky fell, so did my life and my dreams
but now I have the strength to keep going.
What's it to you?
Can't take your life away.
What's it to you?
You've been here before.
What's it to you?
This place, more orange nowadays.
The ashen badlands redeem.
Your face, through magnified glass, still draws me in.
Those big eyes draw me in.
Distrophy, stale again.
Entropy: care so much for kamikaze copilots who wear helmets.
Encapsulated but commingling.
Privatized public apologies that are bought and sold.
Packaged and stored in atticks for addicts.
Cold hands strumming the mile-high regrets.
Perplexed?
Perhaps!
Impossible to postpone plights of professional penmanship.
Unopinionated routines, worn knees in a crawling season.
Easy to imitate the oaks: shave a mountain man's beard.
Insidious sight-seers holding candles to those clutching torches.
Torture.
How will they put out the flames?
Once proud to be the anxious, nae marionette.
But in time, became the shrewd, arthritic puppeteer.
Compare and contrast.
Were you better off then as you alienated your limbs?
Assessing all the goals and the virtues that congealed.
Am I the sum of all that I have struggled to fulfill?
The hands of time have carried me closer to my intentions;
Thwarted the affirmation in all that I find authentic.
Justified.
I grow towards the sky, but not alone.
I have grown towards the sky, but not alone.
Always remembering those who pushed me closer.
And this is not just mine.
Selflessly embracing time.
This is not just mine!
Brandishing the hopes we all have.
Flourish in the limitless prospects.
Emphatic in all we feel to be the truth.
Nothing is as safe as the truth.
If I had lived the way I wanted to live, would I have any doubt today?
If I had lived the way I wanted to live...
Is it too late? It's not too late!
I reinforce everything I am and everything I have been up to this day.
Proclaim it: I fortify!
I will try to look within myself,
Compare how strong I've been to how strong I can be.
In one eye and out the other.
The heiress turned historian, reach-out!
How did she handle herself
Position herself while writing this?
Book-signing autobiography.
Prize-winning best-seller.
Tie her hands to your heart.
She bore no breath.
She bore no cavity.
Relinquish the pageantry, little girl all grown up.
All is said and done.
Verity was supposed to be 'the dirt.'
All is fair in love and lies.
In my left hand pocket, I may not have been aware,
But there's a note addressed to "I Am."
In my right hand pocket, I may not have been aware,
Another note addressed to "The Cynic."
They both read: "Look into the mirror, you'll never see yourself like this again."
If I evaluate and analyze, I become twice as guilty.
I must deny and learn to reprimand myself for this fascination.
Is it in your mind? In my mind?
Should I withdraw or should I deposit, should I risk everything for this?
Terrified for someone to show me what I will not become.
Deny. Reprimand. Myself.
Clean
There ain't nobody that's clean
Down in the basement
Down here the saints don't meet
Love
Ain't nobody loving
Down here your head stays low
You cant see the skies above
Push me a little bit closer, to the man in my mirror
The wake afterneath (sticks)
Can't you forgive and forget?
The wake aftermath (hate)
Do you forgive or regret?
Grow
Ain't nobody growing
It's hard to remember hope
Your standards just stay low
Change
Ain't nobody changing
I don't want to stay this way
I can just stay deranged
Push me a little bit closer to the man in the mirror
The wake aftermath (sticks)
Can't you forgive and forget?
The wake aftermath (hate)
Do you forgive or regret?
The last letter you ever wrote assured me two-fold
That your words can appease the most blistered spirit.
How much I lust for life... How much I lust...
Finding out what life means to us may be the most intriguing puzzle ever known.
The first time we experienced anything so true,
We were so far apart from one another.
We kept on instilling trust within grasp,
Believing everything falls into place, depleted the sense of complacency.
Forever search, we'll grow!
We'll grow to fix these splintered ghosts.
Everyday I open my eyes to see it break again.
Behind what we are, the sun is but a hand away.
And in the shadows that we called our home exists effulgence within our hearts.
I write you now because one of the necessary ingredients
The last letter you ever wrote assured me two-fold
That your words can appease the most blistered spirit.
How much I lust for life... How much I lust...
Finding out what life means to us may be the most intriguing puzzle ever known.
The first time we experienced anything so true,
We were so far apart from one another.
We kept on instilling trust within grasp,
Believing everything falls into place, depleted the sense of complacency.
Forever search, we'll grow!
We'll grow to fix these splintered ghosts.
Everyday I open my eyes to see it break again.
Behind what we are, the sun is but a hand away.
And in the shadows that we called our home exists effulgence within our hearts.
I write you now because one of the necessary ingredients
Desperate plans impact hearts.
Do not stop seeking what you love or you might end up loving what you find.
Tie me up and blind me with your...
What is time now other than my longing?
Drag on my dear; you have to hurt to pull on.
I could have held you from that night on.
I see that desparation in your eyes.
What's it like to be so far from here?
Can you feel the sun?
Can you feel the warmth absorb your solace expressions?
It's very cold up here, a symbolic emsemble.
I can feel the air, like an orchestra, tune behind the curtain.
How is it possible to understand the distance when we both see the same bright stars?
At night we'll scream about forefeiting, misplacing everything.
We cry divisions, we love decisions, imperative exiles.
Wrapped up in happiness, distorted in reality.
Lift the sky above the city lights.
After all, these are the brand new boundaries
from which we offered and accepted the distinct ideas and evolving though.
There was somewhat of a distant insight left vacant
by voids exceeding the expectations of prior lifestyles.
As eyes veiw other eyes, those I's may view other I's.
Homeward thoughts rely greatly on the weight of one's heart.
Moonlight is shading the thieves of the sun.
Moonlight shading the thieves.
The son!
If this life is like the surf, we'll give ourselves away like the sea.
These are the days when the open road points to the sky and screams:
"Our brand new face rested on every unknown floor,
and every time I look back this saves me."
Long time, no sea.
Those women are breaking monuments in their sleep.
Constructing the rhythm, fracturing silhouttes.
They are the products of their inconveniences.
And yet they'll still break rules.
They'll even demonstrate how you can sell out your friends.
This seems like the most obvious swindle, right?
Ignite. We can burn the books that impale us.
These stories blind/decieve rationale.
Falsity is bludgeoning every inch of our being.
So quit fashioning the black metaphors, model X,
it's time to have sex with your masterpiece.
And it all makes so much sense when you look back
And realize you stayed so true for the entire ride.
Proves once more that one can...
Never discount glory for those who helped you grow
Thoughts spawn as quick as they waste.
Forge disoriented futures.
Cutting in and out, floating in and out.
I'm about to chance a great deal of my past.
I'm about to chance a great deal of my future.
Why does this decision turn its back on me?
I'm not the only one risking it all.
This must be some sick joke that I played on myself.
This must be some sick self that I joked on my play.
This is where the ghosts play.
This is where the ghosts play dead.
This is where the ghosts play dead wrong.
Patience runs thinner and thinner.
When will I realize I'm floating in space unattached from your life?
Did I belong there in the first place?
Distance seems to go on forever.
When will I realize I'm floating in space unattached from your life?
How long will this go on?
Please cleanse my soul.
Cleanse my corrupt soul.
I threw it all away so I could learn what it's like to waste all of our time.
Did time even exist?
For all its worth, we had a great run at it and I found out a lot about myself.
I found out a lot about living.
I will never forget every time.
I will never forget every time that I made you smile.
I will never forget every time that I made you cry.
I'm so sorry.
For this, I will repent.
Next time, I'll sacrifice.
Terrified to change, terrified to lose with all of this on the line.
And why decide right now?
In the ways we thaw.
In the ways we flaw.
In the ways we stain.
In the ways we concede.
In the ways we please and in the ways we rid...
We are all just as abandoned with our thoughts as we are with our own actions.
They'll say: "The truth is really amazing but we can never reach it again."
I guess that in some ways we never know the truth exists at all.
Substitute all of these myths for a fable.
We refuse to fly with our wings in our mouths.
I will not deceive myself this time.
I, with cheating another, I have cheated myself.
I feel so incited that it's come down to this.
This is how I repair the hurt that I have caused.
I offer my hand as an equal, as a friend.
I offer my hand as an equal, as a friend.
Tonight it is a reunion.
We have forgotten everyday that we spent when we dismissed each other
In claiming that we shared in separate victories.
Tonight it's all that I have. It's all I give and it is all that I share.
Because one way or another we all know that our days are new.
Our days are new and I offer my hand
As. An. Equal. As a friend. I offer my hand as an equal, as a friend.
I hope that people see what this all means to me.
Confidence in my actions with positive regard for others.
And I know that respect paves a clear path for successful valor and camaraderie.
It's a vision of progression. It's a vision.
Please don't shoot the piano player, he's doing the best he can.
Please don't shoot the piano player, he's doing the best he can.
I will not deceive myself this time.
I, with cheating another, I have cheated myself.
I feel so incited that it's come down to this.
This is how I repair the hurt that I have caused.
I offer my hand as an equal, as a friend.
I offer my hand as an equal, as a friend.
Tonight it is a reunion.
We have forgotten everyday that we spent when we dismissed each other
in claiming that we shared in separate victories.
Tonight it's all that I have. It's all I give and it is all that I share.
Because one way or another we all know that our days are new.
Our days are new and I offer my hand
As. An. Equal. As a friend. I offer my hand as an equal, as a friend.
I hope that people see what this all means to me.
Confidence in my actions with positive regard for others.
And I know that respect paves a clear path for successful valor and comaradery.
It's a vision of progression. It's a vision.
Please don't shoot the piano player, he's doing the best he can.
Please don't shoot the piano player, he's doing the best he can.
hand-fed triumph, spoils.
battles which you cant recall fighting in.
this fancies your fit.
you've settled down for a long winter's nap;
simply grown tired of cheap thrills,
but it's been years upon years of craving simplicities.
oh, the knavery/depravity!
sentences become paragraphs become novels on cold fronts, warm backs.
and this town needs an enema.
i'll pass the time with a rhythm and a rhyme.
that rhyme needs a good once over, but i'm no joker.
i've seen people explode.
pieces!
you can't kill what's already dead.
subconscious white noise mauls prose.
odd, superflous sounds.
this is a physical challenge, well-beyond a double dare.
commit to a legacy.
on with all the fireworks and the parades.
god-willing a momentum of silence.
silence!
Excellency, by the time you read this I'll be gone.
Long gone.
Gone long.
No longer adorned in robes, nor the finest of armor.
Wayward grows a light exponentially beseeching me.
Divergent boundaries suck the ocean in.
Spit it out!
Spit it back at my face!
Testify / aliby.
Mother nature versus father nurture.
Oh monarch, throw your towel in!
These minstrels must play their flutes at will.
Hurry up, protect your people, incompitent fool!
So overwhelmed with publicity, lacked patriotic integrity.
But what's more ridiculous?
Talking eggs breaking or the horses that are trying to fix them?
Dug as ditches and trenches, book-ends on benches,
the life of the party, hog-tie park ave, monopoly.
He claimed he knew cindarella.
'She was a whore let me tell ya!'
A whore?
Insider trading with the earth.
Chitter and chatter and haggle and hustle for all it's worth.
It's either human flesh or soil, replenished from each other.
I can't stop recycling self.
Come on!
Dissemble the conscience.
Long gone.
Who can balance the time we once shared, the strength we must bare?
Who can balance?
Time can not wane any slower than this.
This will be the first and last time that we ever coexist.
We could have had the wealthiest harvest in years
if we had not burned down every single crop we had.
We tested the will as we wagered our pride.
Is this the end of our lives? Is this the end?
Restrain and repel the future in your hands.
Slowly break the stares.
Tear away the air.
After we are long gone,
will we have the chance to remember the times we once shared,
the strength we must bare?
The strength we must reveal, disclose, unmask, unfold.
It would have been really nice to escort you today
but I can't, I decline, today is the last day of the world.
We could have been the luckiest people right now
we still believe in you old friend.
indifferent helping hands.
venom's injected by rejects.
"a lie makes it way half-way around the world
before the truth can get its pants on."
these lies you speak of are nudists, your honor.
my pants were never on fire.
i'm of changed folk,
i've learned every lesson.
have patience, patient.
irresistably chronic, fanatically fixated.
an addict of tightropes expanding from here
to sooner or later.
strung out on every blind uncertainty,
self-expectations.
to exist is but another quick fix away from dissension.
expect nothing else from me ever again.
i've made my bed, it's where i'll lie.
rite it down on the walls.
forge the ivory, plot the whites, entertainer.
genius perched matching keys.
Taken this for granted.
Pawned a laugh for a smile, a hug for a handshake, a note for a goodbye, thank you.
Dial the sun, for the time?
Dial the sun, forgive a big hand, a little hand.
We'll never tell them apart regardless.
Best regards.
Forfeit sundials.
Dispersed the days wondering what it feels like to look back at this.
Unending rituals, line for line.
Memory infinity.
Believe in it.
Dial the sun, for the time?
Dial the sun, for everyone sighs.
Its not my thing but I appreciate it.
At least I can tell them apart from the rest.
