I'm just a living abortion
Trying to live my life, trying to make some fun
Walking down the street, people think I'm dead
Gonna eat their brain with a piece of bread
Elation
Elation
Elation
I'm just a walking abortion
Walking down the street, people think I'm dead
Momma told me to beware of the man
Who comes a knockin with a vacuum in his hand
Elation
Elation
Elation
I'm just looking for some action
I'll be your dog you'll catch your death
I'll get you in your bed
I'm just a walking infection
Stumbling around with a bullet in my head
I'm burning in this pit I dug myself an hour ago and up around the corner lies that bastard pub's front door and in my many changin moods and on similar days I've cursed and spat up mercilessly at the foot of her fuckin' grace chaos comes inevitably like a monarch dressed in rags grinning like a maniac and splashing cider in my face
I'm going back to San Francisco to be finally at ease
as I've reached the heralded last rung
and become a part-time London drunk
the day grows old and gray with rain skies and the troubles keeping you are likewise go to bed after television as outside the moon is turning crimson
all alone like a Sunday "tomorrow's no different" as you say sleep with a drink in your hand stick your head in the sand and sign it all away
the tomb where the deadmen sleep reminds you that your time's too short to grow remorseful you prick up your ears and find it disconcerting to hear the din of the boys in the chapel praying
You better go, or you'll be stepped on with your sharpened bayonette boots you'll be long goneYou gotta go, You gotta get on with all the glory of good riches you've been brainwashedAnd as for all the days and what you'll do with them, just spend some quiet time you need some rest to mend. you're getting slow, you're getting old now, you gotta run, just like you used to, you're tied down, boy, you've been tied down and spit on.
"He's just a shadow of what he used to be ever since I put him in his place" she's just a memory that's scarred him horribly and looks like lipstick on his face.This side of paradise is slowno eager men go to the show.except for meShe wore a bright red dress always looked half undressed and he stuck by her side like glue she'd give him perfect eyes smiled at him every time and when she spoke it was the truth now it's been twenty days sleepless and stupid days wasting good time on feeling bad she's taken everything greenbacks and anything that she could steal behind his back.
Give me just a second to grasp your two-bit theories as that's more than enough time I need to see through their innate queries you're telling me to shape up or ship out but I'd never shape myself to something so offendingAs you ...And your kindOne day you sweetly sigh and say to yourself "Music's my religion and I'm Born again" Next week your muse has got some corporate cash and all of a sudden the tunes are crap keep your politics to yourself, kid to me you're just spitting wind a Windspitting punk with high-brow views a p.c. fool who's saying nothing new again and again what about the kids, piss-poor people and the broke or the sluts with overflowing pockets? or the cursed fucks, pointin' pistols at the pope. are they just martyrs fallen from your graces.
Slow motion cigarettes hang from your sweaty lips five bottles of stale, pissy ale stumble to your pale wrists thin man with unkept hair clean shave, but a glassy stare you've lost it all boy, and so young
I'll remember times like these with a bit of satisfaction I remember somber days and with more to come, surely won't forget them.
Stick figure twig of a boy toothy grin, a slim bit of poise he says "I'll take you down with one blow" and though we laugh, he does quite well.
It's been a prosperous four years
Many have come and staked their claim
But now it's over and the halls are cleared
And you're unpopular again
It takes so little time at all
To see who can really play the game
And before the winters fall
We won't be seeing you the same
And when I'm lost in all my thoughts
While I'm driving 'round the Bay
As the foundation slowly rots
Won't we ever find our way
Of all the ones who've come and gone
It never matters all the same
And as the day's so very long
the fog comes in and out with the tides like my pocket watch it doesn't keep the time spitting smoke combustion from foreign cars choking my family history with the bloody wars troubador, whats the score? standing in line with the tenderloin whores troubador, take a fucking tour cuz my eyes are welling up from the last g-chordbreak-time satisfies with tar and nicotine and the church bells afternoon licks ring of blasphemy true to filth and form bus and trolley off the track and line lunch time whistles stop the workers but not the troubador's crime the pub patrons spend their wages in mumbled bouts the grub merchants chewed the fat then chewed you out pedestrian, night journeyment pass your separate ways when you're eating from the piss trough they're all pissing in your plate troubador, less is more is it in your heart to give up the floor troubafor, pissed and poor tell me something I haven't heard before
look through these empty eyes and past the desolation in them is realized the drama of frustration taken paths worn down with life, sanctified with tension oh, the glory of a working day is glory only to the bossman
time will tell if time
is standing by my side
and life will blink its eyes
as I work myself blind
born on the southside, you live alone four walls and a roof but's always cold look out the window and there is nothing to see but, a riot torn city and the death of your country and your chilled to the bone with no possessions to call your own yet you control your rage and you resist the crime because your the next in line
Out the back door and to corner store all you want is a drink and nothing more sit on the stoop and let the liquor soothe your pcide before you go inside you in cut in front and now your the next in line you never thought you'd lead a life of crime
Nothing Comes over me Nothing like inspiration Not even on the seaside No Fantasies to ration The swell looks mighty slim, And the water level's down The dirty sea adds to the junk I'm in Until the sun creeps up the soundAnd then I'm outright broken Disgusted and outspoken My drinks are watered down and sick, Like my old man's tired convictions Nobody has a hold on meAt dusk it looks mighty dim And the lights fire up the beach I don't feel much like a swim 'cause I'm afraid of the dirty sea The swell looks mighty slim And the water levels, they're all down The dirty sea adds to the junk I'm in Until the sun creeps up the sound I wake myself hastily In time for the break of day The air smells sweet by the sea It stinks of my old memories I try to grab hold of things Of anything I can reach But I'm only swatting at air Staring blankly at the dirty sea
As i walked alone in camden the city's sights and smells did permeate my senses i stepped inside the local off license and proceeded with amle gallon in my heands. We drank to the brink of dawn and wallouwed in the crimson bliss shouted, laughed and sang for hours "how had i ever missed this?" A fetching famme fatale in green glass turns me into a graceless gzmnast a sanguine mood turns into a sanguinary thirst but i'd never wish to lift this vampiric curse. We turned red each chance that we'd get spending every dime we begged diving for the gracious tamter old nick, we'll never part ways and i will always sing your praise old nick we'll never part ways tonight.
I can't believe the things you say to me are so boring I can't believe anything you do to me is done sober I can't obtain a sense of patience, and I can't ordain you as my patient, butyou chew away at all my nerves like I'm your servantI sit alone with the others and I blame you talk of your mother and the senseless way she must have raised you I can't let go of this insanity can't blow you off like a dead leaf on a tree you stick around, I hope you get yours soon, you deserve it
They always look in all directions
Searching for prey, playing the field
They're set like diamonds of pure pretension
All polished, plastic overkill
Teen idol eyes
Teen idol eyes
Teen idol eyes
I've seen them seethe with satisfaction
Made-up and false and sterilized
Disposable like tainted poison
Predictable and vain and lying
Teen idol eyes
Teen idol eyes
Teen idol eyes
Quit the quailudes like the carpenter
who made you take them in the first place
Beat the bottle like tab's weimaraner
Pass out the weapons to the fan base
Do you wanna get organized?
Do you wanna get stabilized?
Dilate the egos like a teen idol's eyes
Envied, bought, sold, and then exploited
Tragic and blank and overpaid
Pretty and handsome and so polluted
So void of spills and spats and pains
Teen idol eyes
Teen idol eyes
Teen idol eyes
These are the words I mean to give you
One fine day they'll find their way to you (Bonnel/Koski)
Somewhere between time to time
I depend on my fuckin' alibis
But now it's all a different story
And it's gettin' pretty damn boring
I have taken the train
Fuck all others in Spain
'Cause I've taken the train
Fuck you all in Spain
Damn right bitch suck my dick
Hard then you can flick my Bic
Ass sex fucked up, and otha' shit
Who gives a fucking shit
I have taken the train
Fuck all others in Spain
'Cause I've taken the train
Fuck you all in Spain
Are you guilty of this game that got me in this seat or grateful for the cross that kept Jesus off his feet filling up the tissue box instead of using the sheet wipe off remote control don't push button "delete"
Something sticky, something itchy my visions aren't polite 'cuz I'm talkin' 'bout my life the churches on my drive are gloomy in the light
Are you innocent of emission stains on my underwear or indecent, no complaints give a fuck or even care the situation's getting rough odors once foul are now fair are you tugging on the tension strings or are my rings caught in your hair
Good solid build, this ripe young kid has sharpened up for killing men. polished new shoes and uniform not a bad sort "just came here on a whim"
And now our soldier boy is missing home and now our little boy is dead as a stone.
Big toothy grin, peach fuzz on cheeks, snow-white combed hair, lanky physique. Mobile, but awkwardly made-up like some wannabe debutante.
why must i work, 9 to 5 I'm always tired but, how I strive to pay my bills, to pay my rent a new life, would be a godsend Life is a production line things come at you one at a time ya better beware, better see the signs ya gotta keep up, or you will fall behind All my friends are in the same rut we got some money but, it ain't enough we got the power, we got the guts working for a livin' has made us rough Lide is a production line things come at you one at a time ya better beware, better see the signs ya gotta keep up, or you will fall behind
I wish someone would take me up over that hill to leave me be and let me wander instead of sitting here enjoying the pretty view living vicariously through strangers all i ever wanted was to be right there with you all you random little folk and leaders all i ever wanted was the will to let me roam instead of listening to all the cowards. Whatif i could be there too (step inside this room) with all the others, with all of you (step inside this room) everything so old and new (step inside this room) if i could step inside this room. I pity pretty faces all made up to make some paltry pose, the same old "come hither" i regret and i regress and i complain and i don't want to take it further if you're needy don't come for me i don't need antone else every word i say may be cliche it's to ease my mental health.
I try to please them with my way most every day i try to please you while i'm here wasting away i'll promise you a world so wide, love replace my lies in time with truth, love. Access to exits everywhere far and away blueprints of passageways lest i need an escape i need a way out of my life, love some hidden path we take in stride, love. I'm always full of "woe is me" and i'm ashamed don't want to spend my days as some hippocratic slave my field of vision's blurred and blind, love my drinks are always running dry, love. Cautious and apathetic, brutal and in blame my life a straw house in the wake of hurricanes pray you don't upset me or mine, love don't pity vague petty minds, love. Call me pathetic call me a bore you don't even take the time to call me anymore so tired and tragic squalid and vain sometimes i swear i don't even remember my name.
it would be nice if what was said was what we heard was what we read there's too many times it seems to me between the lines we have to read
Politician - don't you ever listen
I was a city baby raised on a well worn street
My daddy hated it because of its fame
I never noticed really I was too young at the time
To care about the history in its name
Some years go by and they move me to the sticks
Some dinky satellite of my old home
And it was there I took off to meet my mind on the streets
And it was there I made off on my own
And I've been sick
And I've been tired
I've been a madman slashing tires and starting fires
I'm not afraid
Cowards be damned
I'm full of pills and smoke and booze and I'm teenage
A few wasted years, a cup of tasteless tears
I learned my lessons the old fashioned way
Some think I'm angry and mean, but, hell, I'm only eighteen
There's only so much a kid can take
Another day, another time, My life and loves are in line
But I never lost the nerve that I had
It kept my insides clean my soul solid and lean
My independence guiding me through the crap
And I've been sick
And I've been tired
I've been a madman slashing tires and starting fires
I'm not afraid
Cowards be damned
I'm full of pills and smoke and booze and I'm teenage
I'm full of pills and smoke and I'm teenage
I ain't more, I can't get outta this
Gotta get some more pills,
Gotta get some more smoke,
Go on, go robbin'
And I've been sick
And I've been tired
I've been a madman slashing tires and starting fires
I'm not afraid
Cowards be damned
I'm full of pills and smoke and booze and I'm teenage
Gimme' some pills and smoke!
Your selfishness is horrid And your beauty is queen Puts the pain gut-wrenching And the grass a sickly green The troubles of youth Have got your hair in a mess And when you speak there's length in excess About your storm and stressOur love was never sacred Kept me figuring out what to do L-O-V-E, I hate youThere's blood on the frosting When you cut the cake The meaning lies much deeper You're a big mistake Let me count the ways On the squirming centipede You'll never find what you're looking for With these insatiable needs Your passion is a pesticide The birds and bees are never in my trees You'll never find what you're looking for With these insatiable needs The trouble of youth Have got your hair in a mess When you speak There's length in excess About your storm and stress
You're just a punk
You're just a punk
You're just a punk, they say,
And they don't know what you want
You learn to fight
to bark and bite
Test all the limits of little
Minsthat you despise
Here it says
That my time has come and gone
Here it says
My days are done
Here it reads
My precious epitaph
It says I'm gone
And cites my wrongs
But I'm no Pariah
No Pariah
No Pariah
No Pariah
I've been abused
I know they're amused
I'm just a walking, balking
catch phrase from old news
I've reached the last
Reached the last rung
I've reached the last rung
of the ladder, now I'm done
While I sit alone in this room I've got crates full of sorrow
Even more filled with shadows That i fish out and ridicule when i'm felling lonely.
I'm lacking sense, but bound in a very specific direction It's phonomenal and unprecedented It's a chip of the old block and a step up the new ladder.
Mr. Scribe, I write to you pen and penchant aimed to pour over a fool left with no more rhymes I'm poeticlly franchised.
I'm in charge for the day in terminal wanderlust I've excited my worst thoughts exorcised what was lost am i a bad seed sprouting up or am i not?
I'm sure what sad is But listless i'm not my lists are never ending and my emotions aren't store-bought and tears, they either decieve or endure me I'm your little golden nugget collecting dust Bored with my own stale and directed thoughts In a place where so much life and loves abound It's amazing how little tempts me from my glass house.
Let your eyes promise me lies
Let your sigh be a sweet goodbye
And never even write to me a letter
I won't worry about tearful endeavors
There was no reason to return
I was told
Nobody waiting for me
to come back home
nothing is left
but the promise of praise
Nothing remains
No phone calls late at night
of pictures a constant reminder
no burning of inpassioned pages
or returning them to sender
you send a letter to
the only one you can't deny
will never send you a reply
you never bother to sit back
and ask yourself why
Blinded by your own dim light
Tried but devout
Tortured the cherished
loved the unheralded
Bought up their trash
Brought to my knees
by beggars and braggarts
washed my laced sleeves
after each miscarriage
You fill your pen and
spill the words onto each line
your monogram in wax
seals another pathetic cry
You're so romantic
So cautious and tranquilized
is there anything behind your eyes
The grapes are ripped straight off the vine before ripe
The fifths are drank the eighths smolder in the pipe
Complaints to celebrate are fathomed and condomed
Such a fucked up state not just wired drunk and stoned
This must be for someone else
Debauchery must be for someone else
Someone else
For someone else
The drapes are drawn to be ignored to be polite
They stand to leave and can't stand to leave your side
The walls were painted white now stained a color bone
The calls are weak and faint holler into the phone
This call must be for someone else
This privacy must be for someone else
Someone else
For someone else
Then I step into the room
With plans to stay accept the doom
I'm not about to lose my cool
I'm just the lout to play the fool
Leaves fall from the trees tangle in the rakes
Leaves call out to me, "what angle to you take?"
Leaves are glistening, glorious in the morning dew
Leaves are listening flooring us with storied truths
This must be for someone else
Leaves of fate must be for someone else
Someone else
For someone
For someone else
My Accordion is shining
in the light of the moon from the sky
And I sit here alone and drinking
with the windows and doors open wide
My hand got tired an hour ago
and the words on each sheet
turned blank white
no, there's no room in the this house
for your company, dear
maybe tomorrow
you can come inside
The preacher's turned to dictation
'cause the lord has got letters to send
There's nothing for me to believe in, either,
I've just gone to trying to pretend
And the rain is falling slowly
like faltering drums outside
and the weathermen are confused
because they can never read the sky
someday we may even be friends again
and I hope just that thought is enough
You're a weathered old prince
and the state I'm in hopefully won't hurt
our one night together that much
Moon, shine, you're a lampshade
For the drunken old bats and their evening
Shine on, you'll forgive me
For missing your last requiem
I'm all alone this evening
as I'm along almost every day
and It's these sad-sack times that I miss them all
but if they were here I'd wish them away
If they'd send me a vase of flowers
Or better yet those aborted hours
Drunken hours of endless time left to die
In everyone's memory but mine
Look at my face turn it around I'm the invisible man I'm the expletive deletedGive me my suit hand me my tie flash me a smile I'm the expletive deleted take off my facial expression give me lines to say without reason I'm an incredible sight an average obsession a beautiful dream with perfect discretion
Here's one for the tamed
Runners-up and losers of the game
The tried and true, the tragic and the shamed
The broken hearted, sad eyed, and unnamed
You've given everything
You've even sold yourself
Damned yourself to hell for selling out
You've always had it better
than most anybody else
With the brain and talent of yourself
If you wanted to you'd be the man
Make your way to the light where you began
Gave your best through friends
even sent a note to her own hand
She regretted how it had to end
And how much she missed me being her man
She'd kept her feelings hidden out of sight
and I felt wronged but she thought it right
For so long I'd let my feelings shine in open light
Like a shrine for hearts like mine
If you want me to say it again
You're my way to light, where I begin
If you want me to
Do what they do
My bastard brother's hopeless vow
of leaving off to another town
Has once again soaked deep into
the cold and rotting ground
He never shares his lovesick bed
or listened to a word they said
He hoards the beer and wine and bread
Christ, I wish he were fucking dead
Bury yourself in blame
Drown yourself in flame
Burn the bottle that beckons you
to betroth yourself to shame
give yourself a break
Break the ones you hate
Hate those that've fed off of you
and your pathetic plate
I've left it up to the gods above
I don't believe in, ain't seen or heard from
and nearly sick to death of this
being neither ignorant nor in bliss
with a family of parasites
and feckless friends with shameless eyes
all the endless miles caught up with me
wearing the face of my own kind
Bury yourself in blame
Drown yourself in flame
Burn the bottle that beckons you
to betroth yourself to shame
Yeah, jump that fuckin' train
wed the goddamn stain
live your life ina fuckin' cell
be the martyr with no brain
Step inside this room
mind the open wounds
cross yourself and carry on
that claptrap may do you good
I want to tell you how its been but I'm not too sure about it myself I've tried to call time and time again but I misdialed, then stopped myself now I feel like I'm on trial for the inconvenience
I caught the train in a downtown rain and I swear I saw your face as I peered out through the window's stains I swear I saw your face
I'm not waiting for the world to grab me by the balls and hold until I surrender weeping
I suppose I could say I've missed your ways and I wish that we could meet again someday I know its not a crime to wait but I ain't standing here forever
The lighthouse sits as an attraction for tourists it's been out of work for years, it seems I think its a bed and breakfast it's automated, been reconstructed no storied old man working in it
Some sang their songs
like flying on uppers
so sweet and smug
that I lose my supper
some mumble psalms
of solace and virtue
hang by their palms
and choke on the cud they chew
I'm glad we met
So sad you left
Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour
Love songs are cheap
and only get cheaper
They prey on the meek
Who only get Meeker
Cliches sung by stars
Looks so good on paper
Each bar fed to you
A communion wafer
I'm glad we met(so glad)
So sad you left
Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour
Don't even think of being average
Cuz you're so much more to me than edequate
I'm hanging on to every word you speak
I'll burn the torch until you come to me
I'm glad we met(so glad)
So sad you left
Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour
The time we spent(so glad)
Was heaven sent
Opened my eyes and stole my hours
glad we met 8x
drinkin beers in the pouring rain Dupont circle summer again jackin' wheels just for fun i was only 13 watch your step but it's always the same your always down and he's always goin' away learned a lot about the things you love to this day
now i never want to walk alone and i never want to see the sun come up and its all because of you i never want to feel the pain i never gonna feel the same again and its all for the memory of you Black suit yeah the music is life wait before you burn out the rest of the night max revenge was the name we laughed at in the school yard blood shot eyes yeah my moms always cryin' she says "your friend is dyin" what about the plans we made for the next day! I know you may be right i know its not my life i know it was the right thing to do I don't take the call i went and let my best friend fall and i hope it was the right thing to do. (Huber)
You can't believe your children you can't believe your wife, you can't take the credit fucking up your life. some people don't believe me when I tell them "I'm alive" they see me walking so slowly they think I'm too uptight
It's a catastrophe such a strange way to live
Come On!
he was spoken to just to be put down and he was 22 when helped off the ground beaten black and blue when his color was brown and shining shoes in a dirty town
the bigots barely outnumber my regrets
as I float around like shit in the bay
the bigot's barrel just another white melee
it's just another fucking windy day
he's free to choose but his choices are few the rope is loose but it's tied in a noose he prays to god in the back of the church pews they won't pass the plate to the blacks or the Jews
she's feeling free until "he" gets a free feel a reeling plea in machismo battlefield "I'm up to my neck in the rawest of raw deals while I'm choking on the B.C. pill"
if i thought for just one second that i could get away with it i'd make a bid for the foundry and save this sinking ship a friend was downtown to protest something he wouldn't admit where bums under threshold canopies prove shoppers aren't worth the fit from angels pissing on your head
now i stopped you from coming back and never received a thanks you said your dreams are farthest from the truth here in burmingham top rank and there's nothing better to do than withdraw money from the bank and every night ends up in the drunk tank four walls can't protect from angels pissing on your head
good intentions shattered by conventions traditionalized and bland with boredom searched over and feared of hatred is the cursed habit of the hardest working man I'll take a drink to this and a drink to that and a good smoke to clear my head
I'm not a criminal
I'm at times quite honest
I'm not some scrawny knave
I'd say I'm almost brave
punching in is punching out of courage doing what you're told and holding back your dreams for an awful, dead-end burden
you've got to follow your traces because i've seen so many familiar faces unfinished races stolen bases fallen graces all laced up, but pitfallen the community heals while my eyes are still swollen my friends have picked up their paces while i'm still tying my laces they're acting gracious with my patience my fallen graces (Bonnel/Dison/Koski)
[Originally by Queen]
In the year of '39 assembled here the volunteers.
In the days when lands were few.
Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn.
The sweetest sight ever seen.
And the night followed day.
And the story tellers say.That the score brave souls inside
For many a lonely day sailed across the milky seas.
Never looked back, never feared, never cried.
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away.
Don't you hear me calling you.
Write your letters in the sand.
For the day I take your hand.
In the land that our grandchildren knew.
In the year of '39 came a ship in from the blue.
The volunteers came home that day.
And they bring good news of a world so newly born.
Thought their years so heavenly weigh
For the earth is old and grey, little darling we'll away
But my love this cannot be.
For so many years have gone though I'm older but a year.
Your mothers eyes from your eyes cry to me.
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away.
Don't you hear me calling you.
Write your letters in the sand.
For the day I take your hand.
In the land that our grandchildren knew.
Don't you hear my call though your many years away.
Do you hear me calling you.A
ll your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand.
For my life still ahead pity me
Bite your tongue, fight your addictions. Fall in line ,fall in love and know your predictions.
Tomorrow is not new.And yesterday was due.
Ridiculed by the fools, usually the culprit. Figurines and little beeds, Jesus Christ and pulpit.
Put on the pedastal by work mates and your pedigree.By the balls, the rise and fall of the hatred that's inside of me .
This journey started slow and free
And ended wrapped around a tree
Just like my self pity tangled in
the willow weeds
As high as right up to my knees
While scratching at the fleas
She is handsome she is pretty
She's the queen and I'm two jacks shitty
With our way the less traveled roads
And filthy ferry boats and filthy overcoat
Counted on the fields to be far away
from home and close to me
And the castles and sea
You can bet the city wind is going
to sting your eyes
When you forget to use the telephone
And the sleet the snow the rain and
clich© long good-byes
When you got to leave her all alone
I'm not sure how well I am
I know exactly where I stand with you
hand in hand
Place your head on the pillow please
There's one of our two hearts diseased
That one belongs to me
She is handsome she is pretty
Cigarette ashes And tickets to free dances A buck bottle of wine Under a minute of my time I'll give you all that I have, son It may be less than I have, son Don't cut the lines that border us, son Don't waste my time You're no son of mine I've got so many errands to run, son Fraternize with poker buddies and Their cash, son I spent the better part of my life Singing you stupid lullabies And handcuffed tight behind my back Under your mother's watchful eye God rest her soul And God bless a wasted life
You feel stupid Tired of losing Each game brings you misery Each situation appears Just to fool you You feel ill with awful nausea And a subtle hysteria That keeps you Paranoid and looking over your shoulder So cut all the little people off They're just debris from giant blocks And you'rethe strongman who keeps pounding with a hammerThey cut you down with razer tongues and gave you lashings from their songs You're the strongman and all around you hear their laughter You've the strength of twenty men and spill the guts of most of them until you're empty and ashamed and out of charisma you've a golden heart of stone and secret memories of passion that you hide from all the ugly people that despise you
I have broken many dreams, but like broken hearts they seem to mend with ease I've traversed the open sea with a grain of guts and a gallon of need but I'm tired and I'm easily fixed a hair trigger in this one's breed I'm upset with upsetting things and always sad to see the good things leave.So what's wrong you? so what's wrong with you? so what's wrong with you? she says oh, what's wrong with you is what's wrong with meLong lost negotiations make in hell to break my nerves toiled and fought my way to the top, I haven't done but have tried at least to deserve shiny things on golden jeweled plates aren't just handed out for those in need oh I've learned and I'm learning still that staying idle is the worst disease I blame myself for breaking promises I made to myself in so called "dire need" but I won't apologize for the cursed words I've laid upon those that I blamed it's no use to toil over this isn't life to be a simple thing? it's a flux, a want for worth that I need to dispel those need.
when the ballroom splendor and the glitzy glamor boys fall flat like cheap champagne, when the swirl of excitement and the sparkling smiles have fled into the folds of the night, when the haunts you most admired and the simple things you adored seem like a fraud of petty trinkets, when the fay has broken and the smooth words spoken and your finest moments spent, when the ache of wanting beauty and the lire of glossy perfection leaves you alone and weeping, when you hit the big time, when you hit the big time stars and starlets
I have crossed this road before for many years I'm sure don't recognize the faces though that pass me by I've been off and on my way again passed marsh road atherton black mountain way and bored stale houses on the yellowed plainsI'm going off again andfor no good reasonyear by year I've achieved some type of feeling thatsuggests I've traveled miles that lead to nowhere fastI've seen the lot of them from queens to journeyman bigots and confidantes I've spoken to and laughed with destructive catalysts professionals and loyalists punk rock pop nihilists have grown up amongst suburban architects who can say that it was all deceiving or that anybody was mislead? I'm not the one to be judging I may not even be who I think I am The asphalt is my burning bed has left me invalid puts me to sleep at night in the arms of some strange no mans land I'll be back northbound and west I need the fucking rest but in the meantime these broken roads and homes will ring in my head
They've laid to rest morality, blessed themselves with immortality gazed into the eyes of innocents as the blade was pulled out merrilyI'd beg and plead if it made sense to me, if I thought it'd make a difference to quit is to lose, so I suppose I'm conceding defeat from weariness
They say
"No time play, you cannot stay,
appreciate the mess I've made"
Then they turn their backs and walk away
I've seen young bystanders get shown the view from their watchtowers and with their stealth and stench transform these tykes into another great lot of admirers
Pick up the lines between your eyes grow up and get yourself to feeling younger longer for the sunshine waiting for an early rise won't it just shame you? shall I stop and blame you? no one's gonna call you an ambitious teacher or a "get things done" move on to the next one achiever
You will always be nearly a dreamer you got by the misleading name of Mr. Believer
Hands off I got no fingers get a load of my stingers I want a piece There's no misunderstanding I don't know where you're landing step on your feet I've been waiting all afternoon getting ready with the water balloon Tonight we'll breakout the bug spray too
Lazer Attack
My God give me that razor or I'll zap you with this lazer frying your face you've gone the wrong direction and risk serious infection
Get out of my way
Get out of my way
Jakie Jab is looking fab. He's got treble and a bass and a big tab. He's got oil in his hair from Arab and when he falls down, he dalls smack dab.
Hey fellas, get him a cab, what's his name, Jackie jab!
Three square means everyday, but nothings square about the American way. his friends get off on Doris Day and he hasn't a clue what to say.
10 AM yeah I just woke up
I can't clear my head
Drank too much last night again
I might as well be dead
Well I'm just fuckin' lazy
My whole life's makin' me crazy
But I wouldn't give any of it
Up even if you paid me
We all get in my car turn up
The stereo
Gotta goto the Trocadero see
Another fuckin' show
Well I'm just fuckin' lazy
My whole life's making me crazy
But I wouldn't give any of it
Up even if you paid me
'Cause all I want is feedback
Yeah all I need is feedback
All my time is poorly spent
But it's all I can do
To make it through
I guess it's all right
Staying at home
Being with my friends
But the only time I feel all right
Is when I'm on stage again
'Cause I'm so fucking lazy
And everybody's makin' me crazy
And I should've givin it all up
'Cause they're never gonna pay me
So all I want is feedback
Yeah all I need is feedback
All my time is so well spent
And it's all I can do
Yeah it's all I ever do
There aint nothing good about saying good-bye There aint nothing fair about saying farew ell There aint nothing better than my baby So go to hell There aint nothing wrong about what you're doing I didn't say anything about stopping your screwing And if you don't like my baby I'm gonna put the boot in
Did you ask that man
On the corner for the time of day
Did he shrug and glance at his wrist and say
"Dunno, here you go"
And hand you a fool's gold watch
I should tell you some sacred stories
Secret and confound
But by God you tell me
That's the point
Go on and get your fortune told
Give away your fortune
You're fortunate enough to have one
You're morally disconnected
You seem to be a mistress or some forgotten wallflower
The clich© of an old man's dreams
The storybook disease
In a rush to get out and leave
Mister good for nothing
Miss disease
In need of heartache
Beg now and then
For a sin to appease
Five lovely lessons learned today
Coating my throat with the dust of a new day
As the saints pray their lonely way
And their deadweight lays the passion to waste
Maybe if I sew my heart on my sleeve
They'll drop the bomb on me and I'll wake up
I can only fix so much in my sleep
I can only drink so much from this empty cup
I know I must not think bad thoughts
I'm always beaten to the punch
I'm holding aces high and low
And in between I'm trying to break my fall
Give me a piece of what you've got
I'll make it new with much less thought
it's symbolic and full of trash
Lofty endearments whispered under your breath
Five lessons remembered from yesterday
Easing my mind and seizing each new day
Beyond and back I'm still the same
You've got to follow your traces because I've seen so many familiar faces unfinished races stolen bases fallen graces all laced up, but pitfallen the community heals while my eyes are still swollen my friends have picked up their paces while I'm still tying my laces they're acting gracious with my patience my fallen graces
One I was younger than
The youngest of fragile minds
I ate the day with bad manners
Then spit out the rind
And mother told me
As I looked to the sky
Yes my mother told me "My dear son,
You're not the one"
I flew from home when I was just twenty-one
Young enough to be the feather of someone
I've got a conch pissed with conch republic rum
My father by my side, teary-eyed, he said:
"Son, by god what I could have done,
And you're just like me,
You can really put 'em down
oh if I was in your place I'd stay, have fun
But I'm not the one"
Now I'm sitting here
Haggling over sums
Of money made by someone else
To me it don't belong
I toss a smile to the mighty boss
He's my God
But I'm a bit backwards
We saw gold when there was only dust in the worst we saw in us what no one else could we traveled far and tramped the dirt down deep to where our souls could keep the time and never rest. Mind the road flares watch the steep stairs pace yourself harbor your fate temptation, hate, destiny sells. I've asked all the bitter, hapless, and broken down they just return my frowns and tell me to forget simplicity is not what i was hoping for i thought it'd be much more than what i'd always dreamt. Read the roadmaps thumb through atlases and charts try to lose yourself in powder, booze and bars. I'll return to all my favorite hunts frequent familiar spots i never really left distance myself from scattered, lofty thoughts make them resolute, destitute, vague and deaf.
Finding fault is never easy least of all when it's always yours just a fragment of a broken will and a sentence from a note left on the floor. I never told you that i wouldn't leave you i only said i couldn't go on. A stoic manner begets a fever which boils inside my dormant heart a lack of action betrays a purpose that's fueled me from the very start. I never told you that i wouldn't leave you i only said i couldn't go on and on and on i never told that i wouldn't hold you i said i couldn't hold on. A fleeting moment in my lifetime creates a memory that will never fade a change in passion much more than scenery creates a life that is never staid. I never told you that i wouldn't leave you i said i couldn't go on and on and on i never told you that i wouldn't hold you i said i couldn't hold on but you never really wanted to know i never told you that i wouldn't hold you i said i couldn't hold on.
ample inquiry active, not electric but she is wirey i'm missing, i'm affected futile and fiery sights moved into you a fixture, a filed-b the blessed this fucked up gun miscues, mishandling red-faced, not a case of drunken ramblings lip locked to second faze weaklings, not amputees gut wrenching, gut seeking trends set on trampolines the blessed this fucked up gun telling, like the tides severe, unaware sparing suspicious bribes fifteen kings in stares nary a lorry lies straight-forward, blisters bubble green as blushing bride the blessed this fucked up gun no one can teach you how to play no one can teach you the ropes no one but... the courage of a younger pope
Time has given me everything I need
Lust, pride, gluttony, and relief
Tomorrow weighs down like
Clouds hung in the sky
But right now I'm feeling like
A rotten present from this life of mine
So what's there to laugh about?
I saw a sign in a window
A bold announcement of the facts
They got me crying on my pillow
The only way I can react
I got along until the first night passed me
and left me with a new arriving
Nothing quite as new as before
something missing, so I looked for more
I catch a train to the next town's station
A busy place with a big town's tension
Reminding me of that place I'd left
Back home where most of my young life I'd spent
I moved like a shadow through a slew of streets
Made like the victim in a crowd of thieves
Just like it was back home
Just like it was back home
And my sentiment caught up with me, of course
Try to act this way and that become some beaming bitch's pet though you feel like a rat and it's plain that you're all that you accuse yourself of selling out to the souls searching familiar clout and excuse yourself for slipping still though your cleats are clung to this landfill. You wear your mask it's second skin fits like a glove you don disguises 'cause pleasing them is all you think of. All you can hope to be is a shadow of the man you once could have become you covet the catalyst and shun the sheep pocket the profits stolen from the meek punish yourself for feeling vain banish yourself from the contented place tomorrow wants you every fucking day you may as well start digging your own grave. You wear your mask it's second skin fits like a glove you've taken to task daydreaming shut-ins and their stocks. I'm all over it all over it all it's fantastic fit so snug and smug and swell. You wear your mask it's second skin fits like a glove you wear your mask you bow your head keep on the road
I'd rest on my laurels
let some keen wit
and crying awful pity sustain me
But my memories leak like a sieve
And fuel this fire
It's deep and heavy roar defies me
Let's not talk in vain about the weather
Let's take my tired soul off of it's tether
Poor me
Poor me
I can't reach the ends of this
But if I didn't
It would be the end of me
I need to feen infatuation
Stoke the coals
of curiosity and longing
Let's not talk in vain about the weather
Let's take my tired soul of it's tether
I need the glory
with lights aglow around me
My halo shining brightly
in tribute to myself
No, I can't have pity on me
So tell me another story
And I'll accept gladly
and thank you for the help
Poor me, Poor me
Old men run on gasoline from the stations of the past and the things that they can teach you, son, I hope to God they'll ever last. The crow isn't afraid of the man that you put in the field where you plant your food. The mailman doesn't care if your mother died, or anything at all
It's a proven story It's a spoken word and it's a pretty girl that drives me mad, well, they come and go they stay the same you may not see them past, but the things that they can teach you son I hope to God they'll ever last. There's a man with a switchblade knife in the street and there's a man sowing seeds in the hot summer heat they don't even know your name they're always there it's all the same.
Its a proven story its a spoken word and its a pretty girl that drives you mad. In the city place and the market place they'll always rip you off. Take a walk to the country side you might find what you've always sought. I may not know about a goddamn thing about you or anybody else. I'm not afraid of getting away with making judgements about yourself.
"A penny for your thoughts," he says as he swiftly slips from bed to bed and the thoughtful ones are charmed by him and the sexy ones turned on by him and he's knighted by casanova's kin and his ladies would never turn on him 'cause he's the cary grant of the party kings and the playboy of your wildest dreams wouldn't you like to be a sweetheart? Haven't you dreamed of being an upstart? Owning the heart of every beauty queen the envy of every ladies man-machine making regular stops at meat market spots lifting skirts and molesting tarts buying bottles and blow and whiskey shots for any femme fatale who's got an urge to fuck. Sometimes he's not alone he's got a family and home does he rent or does he own? Is he the villian in your tome? Has he forgotten his way? Has he a mind to leave the fray? Are you so naive and vague? Does it matter anyway? ly afternoon it's dead they've all gone down and off to bed and in his hands a fifth of gin, a fine young thing, some methedrine disgusted, drunk and all washed up and still nursing a stinking cup he shades his eyes from a cloudless sky and punkes it up, it's party time again. Combat boots are all laced up prada shoes with argyle socks seductive stares and massed up hair ripped and torn and now laid bare i'll take you to my little room i'll play you "fly me to the moon" relax, i'm clean and blind and free you won't gain anything from me. Come take comfort from the storm befriend the ones you scorned i'll be your savior and your saint i'll be what all the others ain't it's not as bad as it all seems what if this were all a dream? Do you have to be so plain? Does it matter anyway?
Mr Product Man strolling by with a kind of head-held-high hypocrisy the envy of so many walks of life but not at type like me periodically searching through the perfect library a man i am of an unusual sort of aimlessness but nevertheless bent on the glory of my lifelessness in the pursuit of nothing short of one and all
He shines his light on me fluorescent kinds are quick to bite the bait but there is a time for me the null and void is a dazzled riddle of what may or may not be day by day counting the lines in my abridged diary a man i am, a wary sort of nihilist hence bent of the glory of my lifelessness in the pursuit of nothing short of one and all
some have been good to me been by my side through the thick and thin and have supported me others have scolded me with the scorched bits of their apathy of my instinctual vengefulness a man i am that won't bow down to humanists or the naivety therein that seems to persist in the pursuit of nothing short of one and all (Koski)
"I was only laughing out loud" I say
"When anybody else would've done the same"
I could always shut my mouth again
But it'd still come out that way again
and again
Well I'm going to the hills now baby
Goin' out to the city building
Gonna sleep in the dirty alleys
Where the air is fresh
With the new day rising
You keep knocking on the door
But they don't answer anymore
Oh you know it aint your fault my dear
it's just that bad luck time of year
There's no use talking about the weather
And since that's all that's on my mind
Well then whatever
I don't have the time to waste my energy on lying
So babe I'll see you later
"I'd die with one less cocktail babe
It keeps me from feeling naked and ashamed
Oh I'd love to tell you stories old and new
Metal guitars in every town
White rap and DJ's, hard and loud
You slice through strange air
The new icon in eden
Clueless and arrogant
A beast of no real burden
All of your answers pose as questions
As per the rules and regulations
You're allowed to fuck the world
And still get to fuck the girl
So content with being average
As all the kids finger your curls
And now
Your place in life
Is to bow down
Not to ask why
Just shut your mouth
give it to them
and do or die
Your future never was so bright
'Cause you never were the sharpest knife
You've had the time of your life
With more cash than you can carry
And those sleeves not six months old
Tell tall tales of your story
Polluted air filled with your sound
You're all big package and low brow
Bridges, Barbed wire, and mirrored walls
You've built yourself into it all
You spend your precious time
Perfecting every line
Pratice your pretension
Because they buy it every time
If I asked you where to go from here would you give me the right direction does it come to mind any paradise lost that I can win with true conviction, or am I wandering to a vacant space where there's no air to breathe nor any place are you the man I'm looking for, or are you like the rest, do you care of anything ahead or second best? This is the chorus Mr. Norris and my motives are all too clear. This is the saddest song I'm singing all out of tune cuz I can't hear. Give me time, an eternity, maybe when I die I can make it right ease my mind and sow me seeds that I can grow into a worthy life. There's something so peculiar about the way you shine your eyes are you attempting to catch my deference or just measuring up my size. This is the chorus Mr. Norris and I'm boring you to tears. This is the saddest song I'm singing cuz I haven't sung this for years. I've counted precious minutes on my ugly callous fingers waiting for you good Mr. Norris to set the place where I should linger. I got nothing to be proud and I got nothing to show off I got a soul inside somewhere unless its gone and lept off.
To all of those with dead end jobs and dead end lives and loves to all dead weight with no cause at all all the predictable ones to the suit and to the peon to the drunk and the loved ones and to all the lonely and the meek. Let my thoughts and mind go and just let me slip away let me let go of my ego let me give it all away you can buy some if you want to as long as i don't have to stay i'll just give it to you little creeps and greet another day. You take them for a ride from station to destination like some bullet train of providence with no sense of direction you've been taken for a ride around a world just for your taking been tossed off and deemed pathetic and left to your own devices. Where do you want to go? To where the grass will always grow? Someplace where no one stops to stare anywhere but here anywhere but there. I like to taste the red red wine and celebrate temptation i'm that useless coin in the wishing well full of promise and great notions so full of pride and shit and passions all left to my discretion as the little creeps look on in awe taking notes and learning lessons. They asked me where i want to go i answer "nevermind" i've rambled in the cities and i've roamed the countrysides what's left is what i haven't seen or missed while dreaming in my sleep there's another side where the grass is green and void of little creeps.
You reached for heaven at seventeen
And caught the clap from some teenage queen
Took some tablets, hit it again
and that's all right
Sometimes you took the stacked deck too far
Some say you took it all way too hard
The mediocrity in moderation
was way too tight
Did you ever stop to think
of what was real?
Did you compromise your time
just to cop a feel?
Sometimes you think that the time flew by
Some twenty years ago come July
You're getting older but not so wise
And that's all right
You go for words that you cannot reach
Spew antiseptic allegories
a walking diuretic
of dictionary rhymes
Don't you even know your dreams
are not for real
Don't you ever find it hard
to forge what you feel
Just quit your bitching and confess
the time of your life just came and went
you're gonna drown in shallowness
in the empty sea of frat boys and dunces
You reached for Heaven at seventeen
and caught the clap from some teenage queen
woke up from your suburban daydream
opened your eyes
"hello again," you say to the folks at the E.D.D. you've been dire and disgusted and come in most everyday to keep yourself alive you have insults and forever curse the almighty fuckin talisman that lives in the dirty church
and you keep running
from yourself
from everyone
from each new day
you never felt true pleasure or felt ill from real pain but you complain so consistently as if you've been betrayed and nothing's ever met the guidelines that you set for each new day and there's always someone standing nonchalantly in your way
The first time I met you
was up on the hill
with tequilla on Tuesday
and roses in well
You gave me a kiss
As strong as the winds
That swirl through the lots
of China basin
I stood and I stared
At the brass of St. Mary
Where the beggers
are more likely wishing then praying
Heard the gamblers
Rushing the gates of bay meadows
or was it the beating
Of hearts in the ghettos
Give me your heart
and take my ring, love
Give me your heart
And break this string, love
I've plenty of room
for improvement, you see
and many a fool
Fake this thing called love
I stood and I stared
at the cemetary stones
Dead flowers, bottles,
Bluegrass and bones
Smelled the signs of the mourner
the shit from the dogs
the rains and the tears
in the interment bogs
So I strolled through the day
until boredom was dawn
with the gulls
in the garbage singing along
where the boats in the harbor
have nothing to say
about the fish and the shit
that float in the bay
If I see you again
It will be up on the hill
with tequilla on Tuesday
and roaches to kill
We'll be crying and drunk
or laughing and stones
For Dead Flowers, Bottles,
Bluegrass and bones
I've been back now for a day or two, at best and i'm punishing myself for taking the rest i've been in slumber and in splendor in my house with beer and whiskey, my new son and spouse well, they've welcomed me with open arms and handshakes at family get-togethers and at bars i've a massive gift collection in my pantry bottles of wine, dead drying roses and cheap cigars. Now i'm back to every day to the songs i have to play to the roads along the way all the people in the fray no more family or home 'cause my home is not my own got to get up and away to another day and place. I'm a speck in the collective minds of millions nothing but a pawn in my own twisted game i've a good mind to fuck off and finally leave it get an office job and settle with the dust and stains but she gives me reason to go and give it to them shovel the shit from drunken ramblings and perversions if i'm not laughed out of the ring then i've succeeded in bringing to some poor sap my new distractions. Now i'm feeling tame taut, detached and lame like a tired old cliche give me all the blame no more smiles or frowns just leave me blackened out amid familiar shouts i'll take the same old route. Misdirection leads me to it blindly maps and border crossings greet me kindly my bones are splinters used for extra kindling for the godsthat hover up and around me, laughing.
I took so many roads to find you
Full of dead ends and one way streets
It took some luck just to get near you
I like to believe it was destiny
Come to me, mine
I've so many things to show you
Come to me, mine
There's so much I have to tell you
My heros have fallen, been abandoned
I'd rather walk in my own shoes
Most of my idols have just vanished
Cleared Dusty shelves for something new
Come to me, mine
Follow the light that I left shining
Come to me, mine
Accept all that I am offering
I took so many drugs to see you
But ended up staring at my feet
Took up with derelicts and toyed with
manipulation and conceit
My days are numbered, as are your, dear
We're all aboard a stinking ship
I'm making all I can of mine, love
I'm giving all that I can give
Come to me, mine
I'm making all I can of mine, love
Come to me, mine
I'm giving all that I can give you, love
This place is empty except for the stationary bottles of whiskey and barstools still standing concussion headache from blissful evening of confusion muttered speech from too much drinking the cars are idling near out of gas and lifeless like the people standing persuaded by the temptress cut up and cunning the brute keeps going nobody caring for the chaos he's arousing
always a step to go a step to go a step to go too far seems like the only steps taken are in the wrong direction but we keep stepping on each other breaking each rung on the ladder always a step to go a step to go a step to go much further
Was it something you said or was it something you did it doesn't matter much 'cuz I can't leave either way I'm just a part now and I'm here to stay but I wouldn't want it any other way
Well I've been gone now far too long that's why I'm writing you this song it's been six months to date and it seems an eternity to wait but it's always hard on the road
I just wanna' hear you voice on the phone
I just wanna' hear you voice on the phone
I drink so I can retain some form of confidence but it never really kills the pain it never did I've gotta face the facts I always want you close to me Twenty-Three
Well, I always used to feel so left out but now my life's all turned around its been nine months to date and it seems an eternity to wait but it's always hard on the road
I just wanna' hear you voice on the phone
I just wanna' hear you voice on the phone
For the first time, I hope the last to the future, who cares about the past I fell in love now and it's nice to know that you're giving your love to me
Twenty-Three
Why can't I beat the bankers
Deal then find a home to rob
Why can't I lie and cheat and steal
Who wants an honest job
And if I curse you night and day
My integrities been tried
While I waste a life away
Why don't you try and hide
The end has just begun
The end has just begun
Your life's been run
My bastard son
Why can't I turn off the light
And see I'm all alone
Why can't I change my liars
Life and find myself a home
And if I did where would I be
Lost in my due misery
So if there's truth you'd
Better keep it away from me
It away from me
So why can't I shut the
Window tight and keep the
Wind outside
And with no friends in sight
To help me fight the tides
My own rests in a hotel room
And on a switchblades knife
Why must I find the truth so
Soon and end this bastards life
The end has just begun
The end has just begun
Your life's been run
I've kept it in my heart
for over twenty fucking years
And all that time washing away
With the stench of my spilt tears
I've lingered on the amorous
Transformed into something hideous
With the love of life felt to new extents
And reaching new heights of ugliness
The Stooge
Stool pigeon of idiots
King of jesters, pawn of comediennes
A pillar that supports my own demise
Believing all that's seen
Throughout my vacant eyes
I'm rewriting paragraphs
In my life that don't read well
Once opposed to editing my regrets
I've grown sick of this denial
Tempted every hour
By the benefits of being a liar
Turning my back at what's at hand
And writing stupid verse to make it all seem grand
Some say there's something to strife
That serves those grieving spineless artists
Transforms shit into a masterpiece
And makes their vain attempt at pain
So fucking romantic
And I'm certain that someday my time will come
I write alone now that you're gone
And it's nothing
I studied all you've said and done
and it's nothing
The pictures perfect
There's no time
It's nothing
Resolutions made
What's yours is mine and it's nothing
Through all the years
There's been a feeling
Of forsaken
That's lost my mind and now I know
I've been a fool
And you showed up
But it's the last time
That this place will know
Its self or the people that we once knew
I walk the streets now
Dusk till dawn and it's nothing
I never cared to see you
Gone and that's nothing
These years have lasted far too
Long and I'm stuck here
with this song
And all the problems I've
Endured are nothing
The picture's perfect
I've been dishelved by this drink, by the pint's sight and stink never enough times to stop and make me think I've wrapped around some fingers, riddles rich in ringworm I'm swollen still, poisoned by the sting
the black pint is my drink
you see my link
I steal and you sink
you spill and I drink
she's broken saintly vows, she's viable and loud auspiciously, she kicks me when I'm down I'll never leave her side, because of my pissiness or pride oh, how I'm shady, in the shadow of my bride
the black pint is my dream
from orange, white and green
with nightmares of poteen.
spittin' up in the sink
shove it up your ass in your ear my dear it's the best thing that's happened to me in 28 fucking years
so I'll thank my lucky starts that there's a bad moon to rise it's the best god has to offer, to hang in our skiesand when your snubbed then loved and it's like you're fondling the dove you better suck on something scared, because you'll never see above
My life's a mystery
I just cant figure it out
It's strange to me
That the visions I see
Seduce me but for now
I try to focus
But I can only do a little
at one time
Everyone keeps telling me
Everything's going to be all right
Just sit right down
And we'll tell you lies
I'm at a junction
But I just don't know which path
I'm proud of all the work I've done
But it never seems to last
It's not for money it's for love
And it just might break my back
Sometimes it seems as though
Something might go my way
I'll never give it up
Too many things I've yet to say
I've done it by myself
Well, you don't really know what you wanna do except to spend some time just being you but the game's unfair and the stakes are high what with the threat of being embalmed in formaldehyde
I don't wanna go before my time
I don't wanna go before my time
Well you've got good time to put down a few so you take carrier castanyer down to the club its the only fuckin place that'll serve you a tiny hideaway from parents, work and school
it's just like teenage genocide
it's just like teenage genocide
The Devil Dog Has got you pinned to the ground you try so many waysand you look how that sounds You got me telling me the difference between night and day I thank the lordI wouldn't have it any other way If these things sound wrong to you well they should Jehovah's witness and the setting sun He gave me a leaflet I gave him my gun He fears for my life He's afraid of my son I got down on my knees And I kissed his polished tongues I heard I was a member of the I.C.F. I eat vermicelli, but I'm Irish at best I Shoot for the stars And I fuck the moon If the lighthouse gets in the way I'll curse it too
The smokestack's blowing off my last few dreams and isn't that the way its always been? she pours into the sky and chokes the trees then disappears from view, like empty streams
And the second step from heaven disappeared and then I took to crying on my bed and the second step from madness disappeared on a rainy day in august every year
The denizen of sad and awful days has visited my home with all her grace she's taught me worlds of knowledge through disgrace she's given me a taste of the misplaced
And I've taken to revising my diaries, modifying the more adament entries and the second step from madness disappeared on a rainy day in august every year
It's been raining with reluctance it barely wets the ground but with your umbrella and steel galoshes on, you're warm and dry and sound And it's been quite an evening as you put another down sitting solo in the corner like a stranger in this town And you smoke like a girl and there's no way to cure it you measure the width of the world before jumping into it You've been sitting sad and lonely with a smug grin on your face and as each wayward comment comes your way you spit on the speakers feet And you've been silent and dragging on the same wet cigarette burning out each match before you even get a chance to light it
i am not suave i am not bare there's seven pair of pants and stuff in my hair are you scared of me sitting under the tree i strike a striking pose while i'm wiping my nose you say not to leave i don't see why i should but i end up doing it cause i know that i could are you scared of me sitting under the tree i strike a striking pose when i'm wiping my nose there's a fever pitch brewing in the club there's a deck of cards sitting in a tub i'm wearing #5 dresser drawers burning up but not on the dance floor cause the people are screaming for more and the singers so lovely talking about war
I'm expending my last energy, I feel good, though, cuz I'm seldom seen. A perfect picture I found in a dream I jab and move punches soft as whipped cream, I'm ripped and torn but never on the seam. I'm spitting, shitting - excretings tough. I'm dressed real sharp but in fisticuffs My drinks go down, they never come up. I take the train, the verticals are much to rough It's a shame that I'm a powder puff. I'm feeling good I was told not to touch. Reggae gets big in a small town. What ever happened to the original sound. Reggae gets big in a small town I'll tell my friends I'm leaving town. When reggae gets big in a small town I just want to split town. When reggae gets big in a small towm I just want to leave town. I'm setting all my limits low so when I reach for the sky I'm up to my elbows, where eagles dare? No, I'm fucking with the crows, I'm flapping my wings but they're lazy and slow. I thought my cement was hardening but I was standing in cookie dough. I baked a dozen so I'd have something to throw!
I've said and once too often, some things I'd never say again. in streams of thoughts unbroken I fish for a few good men
Sundays and holidays and twelve hours straight no pay for bloody hands and believe me they pay a petty wage
my poor self pity speaks with sobbing, mumbled words strewn with the awful taste of bad, cowardly prose
I'd take some time to get my posture set straight if I had the chance I'd break and subdue the scheming hands of fate.
Wrap up your limp red mass of knuckles and fingertips it's fighting time and time to battle with your wits, time to spit back when you're spit upon, when you're left for head. time to hit the road when the road you're on had run out of tricks
Mr. product man strolling by with a kind of head-held-high hypocrisy the envy of so many walks of life but not a type like me periodically searching through the perfect library a man I am of an unusual sort of aimlessness but nevertheless bent on the glory of my lifelessness in the pursuit of nothing short of one in all
he shines his light on me fluorescent minds are quick to bite the bait but there is time for me the null and void is a dazzled riddle of what may or may not be day by day counting the lines in my abridged diary a man I am, a wary sort of nihilist hence bent on the glory of my lifelessness in the pursuit of nothing short of one in all some have been good to me been by my side through with the thick and thin and have supported me other have scolded me with the scorched bits of their apathy but I've lived to tell this tale of my instinctualvengefulness
Biting on rebar, cinder block mind. Time was on his side until it made him unkind. The filth of his work has now settled on his heart. His company is doing well, but it's tearing him apart.
Nothing to rely on. You got to get inside of him.
Standing up, standing tall, now he's falling down. Thanking God he's human because his faults lie all around. His beat up, old Cadillac looks good in the dark. The sun can destroy good looks, even though we're just talking about cars.
Nothing to rely on. You got to get inside of him.
She came over, but I was spent no money involved 'cause it came and went I'm so tired, she thinks that's bent it fills up my pockets and it pays my rent I won't hold my breath for that time to come I exhale an exasperating sum she said "you're washed up", I'm not close to being done there's plenty of room in the shadows, but not in the sun no place in the son, my sun I'm not even close to being done that guy there, he's a big boy's hobnob he's got no integrity, he's a lazy slob compared to me he's quite famous, but I've got a job loose lips take sips from the goblet gob there's no time for me, but just you wait and see if I'm counting on me, I'll need to calculate now she's tired of standing there, hey that takes the cake 'cause the sun comes over, and she's always in the way (in the way... get the fuck out 'my way)
You're saying to me what you hear from all the people cursing in your ear trying out the possibilities of finding in me my worst sense of fear now you're a coward, and you're much too tense and you're afraid, you jump at my pretense but could you lie, if your life would end? could you lie, I don't think you can When you're sleeping premonitions of the worst kind come creeping from your mind So you slam the bedroom door from all the things that may have come and then you hide...Now you're confused and you sleep much too late, you try to drink, but you don't like the taste, but could you lie? you will on your first date rape... now you're trapped into an alleyway You're covered in a box and soaked with rain, when you think about the food your mother made when you were young you go insane, maybe this could go another way, do you want to live another day?
Only passing thoughts of times long gone, tonight 9000 miles away I hear your songs, but I - I seek the comfort of the bottle and then I let my mind to wander to the face that I knew and to the places that I went with you
You told me all your stories through the trebled din but I haven't finished drinking so please tell them all again
The brazen head, you overwhelm me with the powers of an ancient spell old and the new, they come around to spend their time with you ten years I dreamed about you now I haven't had a drink without you a toast for those who've passed and to the rest let's finish off the glass
Off all the blessed intervals that defined ourselves as one I may remember only the last, as it's the interval you won I've thought about it and I just don't know (don't know quite where to go) I've been trying to relax, but can't remember how (a bit of rest is what I need now)
I've been a sailor, but a sailor who has never left his land who's trued to occupy an unstable mind with ridiculous daydreams
now come the testing times where I dip my small toe in though the deepest waters freeze, if I jump in I'll be free I'm all along, and that's just as well (Without you facts do tell) fond whispers of unfound secrets, I still cant hear them so pray tell
A train sounds off with whistle blowing
Lighthouse horn sounds early warning
Clean cool air with stars out shining
Overcoat and whiskey drinking
Hands locked tight and close together
These nights are bliss in drunken leisure
Spitting air in gusts as it gets cooler
Spase clouds try to come together
You can feel the chill and bid farewell
As you start leaving
Sounds like an evening
The cars thin out on empty streets
no traffic jams to make you weak
Shopkeepers leave, at home they speak
Of good patrons and of cash and thieves
The wind is gaining ground on you
The air turns damp with seaside dew
But it don't lie, it tells the truth
And all is well and all is new
Your west side is a teenage waiting
Los Angeles a childhood haze
Like steps to nowhere you sit there gazing
At friends you've lost through years of forgetting
time sells you short of all you're wanting
Though you don't know just what you're seeking
Except winter nights and cigarettes
Well we're all gone good-bye see you so long
And you're so young and glad to see us move on
When the day's long and the moon just stares you down
notice your shoes are dirty when your heart's on the ground
As sure as I'm down
With my knees to the ground
As sure as forgotten and never been found
Never been so bored
Brickwalled on a bank holiday
And not looking forward
Tomorrow's dour as a petty wage
Line up those whiskeys while rotting on remand
It's like me to drown my sorrows
Sitting here I'm taking a stand
As sure as I'm down
With my knees to the ground
And sure as forgotten and never been found
Times have changed and the change of time's slow going my ramble tamble's still in tact and I've got plenty guts still showing all along the levy where we just sat and sometimes drank one the weeds are growing over all of our summer days long gone
Just take me to the riverbank with no clouds in the sky and if you do, I won't give my thanks but I'll stay there, till I die
I've grown and shedded some I've shed the ones I used to care for it seems they're all long dead and gone but they're still up to the same chores along the endless streets that are now breeds of walking feet that I just don't have the time for
I'm flying off the handle again I tried to keep in touch but my grip has loosened the saints need a second look I'm at the boreal banquet keeping warm boozin'' derailed- I need help god save the queen I fucked up the ant trail derailed- I've been nailed keep falling off the cross the crucifixion failed I'm stepping all over my friends I tried to dodge the bullet, but I'm a needy person I need to get back on track the pub's stoop pillpusher gave me pills to stop pushin' derailed- I need ale to numb the pain and relax in hell derailed- I wanna kill at the embarcadero on the third rail derailer died for our sins, or was it just another drinking binge I'm in a different kind of tension not to be discussed by professional theory it's been going on for quite some time derailer gets by there's no need to worry
The fascists and their many guises
Anarchists and their fantasizing
It seems sometimes they're sailing the same boat
Politicians mesmerizing throngs of automated souls
As some similar psycho's screwing on the scope
I'm leaving town
To join sophisticates in my head
We'll have our fun playing the hypocrite critic
And when all the creatures in their palaces are crushed
I can safely say "I'm coming home"
Fairy tales and fruitless fortunes
Acquired from some sad story teller
Can sometimes be enough to keep me mum in my keep
Organ grinders orating overtures of madness
As the heinous hipster's spending his unearned currency
There may be many ways of reaching the same plateau
I'll take the road less traveled
If it looks like it ain't been sold
The chains around my neck won't break
those lonely moments got you talking to yourself as long as no one's there to listen you're not ashamed those lonely moments got you drinking to your health as long as day becomes the night you're still maintained and now the situation calls for depth below your greatest fears and though it seems as time has not progressed your eyes are filled with tears you haven't seen yourself in years
I guess it's all right
That we never know
Just what it all means
And if there are ways
Of making a change
Please show them to me
So if I could stop time
Then I would stay 21
Cause everyday since that time
I wished I was young
I'm so paranoid
Of failing in life
I can't even think
And I'm so tired of worrying
That I can't even sleep
I'm so lost in my mind
That I can't touch the ground
And I've drank so much cheap wine
That I feel I might drown
Life's been so low
That I got so high
I can't even stand
I'm down on my knees
I'm begging you please
drinkin' beers in the pouring rain dupont circle summer again jack in' wheels just for fun I was only 13 watch your step, but it's always the same your always down and always going a away learned a lot about the things you love to this day I never want to walk alone and I never want to see the sun come up and it's all because of you I never want to feel the pain I'm never gonna feel the same again and it's all for the memory of you black suit yeah the music is life wait! before you been out the rest of the night Max revenge was the name we laughed out in the school yard shot eyes yeah my moms always cryin' she says "your friend is dyin" what about the plans, we made for the next day
I know you may be right
I know it's not my life
I know it's not the right thing to do
I didn't take the call
I want and let my best friend fall
My bag of tricks is down to just to a bag. A home for the filthy, the filthy rich's rags. Fortitude for many, a humping hole for hags. No substitute nor substance, life on the smelter's slag. I'm the scapegrace who scissors through by busline. See no sympathy for obstacle, the stepped on and deprived. Plug my ears, cover my eyes, but my fingers leak the cries of civilian, bombardier-evil ones, either side. An idle domicile of steel, bombed to a tin. No privacy, no profit, no prophecy to win. To show what she's got inside, to show she's wearing thin. To offend fuckall, if she has fuckall to defend.
No grooves in gun sights. Run through the dog bites. Jesus and Mary might.
Her bag of tricks is down just to a bag. A home for the filthy, the filthy rich's rags. Fortitude for many, a humping hole for hags. No substitute nor substance, life on the smelter's slag. When baby cries she's mother's little parasite. She bites off more than she can chew to secure her appetite. Mother's got a pocket full of unheard lullabies. There is no groove in her bomb site. My friends were denied fuel by decree. Gassed up goons on the fumes, void all civility. Each shouting, "It will take a burden to break me, even on my bum knee. And if you can handle a little sting, it wouldn't hurt to believe me." A creed, this dying breed, huddled close in the corners. The framing of the fraud, the immortal mourner. Made to shirk the shit of battle, hearts of boron. A selfish, sinking ship with life rafts for the morons.
You could move faster you could move like you should (traffic on the bridges at bay) while the bitch and bastard has got you by the jewels (buried in the working day) and your motivation are the ones who could (the ones who do it in their own way) devastation floats in your gene pool (your father's proud 'cuz you earned your pay)You're a do-er you're a do-on fuck the world drop the neutron you're a mover you're a moron You're the cops and clip couponsPolice are apathetic to protect and serve (the housing plan's provided) your friends and family get what they deserve (classes remain divided) the priest is praying for losing faith in the world ('cuz everyone was invited) sticking to your guns 'cuz you ain't got the nerve (and the N.R.A. are delighted) only the criminal knows how the criminal fits in (your kids know how to bitch and moan) cram them in the cells and they'll learn how to bend (because their generation's prone) a diamond in the rough to a nickel in the fen (more than one in the telephone) unjust is not the cuff its the truncheon's other end (and who receives the broken bones) its new year's eve, half past eleven (Dick out in the tenderloin) the rain's coming down like pennies from heaven (the cops say there's no such coin) bullets in the clouds from 357s (stay out of Hunter's Point) every new year a new deadly lesson (and two of mother's dead little boys)
now you can't help feelin' your the mother of the mad while market street's reelin in memory of the dead and capp street's greeting the tourists with good head you got your fix with the tricks that put you on your death bed life moves along and the trains are backing up and accidents will happen you can bet you're on then-judah put your pills in your coffee and liven up your cup cuz the mother of the mad needs the stimulant to love mother of the mad, sister of the sad brother of the bad and it's the only father you will ever have i was lost for words and the screams were curious i was giddy for the girls who found me hideous wishing for a world that would spin less furious because the money and time spent has become too obvious the lesson and the leash the leader and the led smith and wesson teach the bleeder to be bled reasons out of reach feeders overfed if you catch the mumbled speech the jargon's overhead
The last of the daydreamers have walked out the open door avoiding any problems they might've had with the social law well, I remember Tuesday and every last day of my life and I'll never forget anything that stays with me at night it's the last chance for pretenders to go and get things done it's the last chance for daydreamers to live what they dream of this child is walking slowly his head bent to the ground watching each step taken and his shoes, a dirty brown and he don't want a companion, has got things to say, but don't wanna talk and I remember myself like him oh, I hope he don't also fall
Well, I've fallen from the grace of a dog whatcha gonna do? I'll scribble it down in my log I don't believe you! it wouldn't hurt to believe me well maybe just a little sting, clouds outside are rolling in right through my bolted door cold sweats are dampening me with their mediocre lore time spent in a welded life sealed tight shut like a lovers war I trusted you and took you in, but in the end you were like the rest you were just like them you were just like them "Them" Meaning the rotten end you were just like them now I'm in this purgatory of self-inflicted shame I trust no one Don't talk no more "hello, have a good day" my big frowns were smiles once but now I've changed my ways this human race is spotted with a cruel, colored disgrace, and you're just like then, yes, you're just like them no more apologies spent cause you're just like them.
Hello Charlatan, you must have been gone a long time what with the t.v. on I lost track of the days gone by I don't think that I owe you anything, and i've thought about it, many times, but still can't seem to make up my mind Hello Charlatan, it seems you want something of mine, and through your cunning lies I see a measure of guilt in your eyes I don't mean to imply you're trying to take something of mine but i'll try and speak up, so you can hear, because the message that I have is very clear Friendship seems to make a man much wiser and without it I feel I've become a drifter so it's time to push and time to shove but i'll never push and shove too hard, because the pleasure of you, and the measure of your eyes has made wonder how I could've missed the days gone by
