Mr Right is teaching,
A seed to grow,
I have a knack for everything that's never told.
This planet is a far from romance and the cold,
But I guess I like the way you say that no one's growing old.
She stopped for a,
Last drop of acid rain,
Declare a west end,
Of Avery Street and mighty blaze.
You have my time.
You have my time.
Too late for portions of these meted tide,
I got the waist line and you've got grenades in my mind.
Too late for countries and their prospect of eternity,
It's lame parody.
Maybe remind me,
Of stuttering disagreement,
I have faith,
But you have a relegation,
For rhyme and reason again.
Kiss your head and kiss pseudo-thine.
She's got blue eyes,
And a renegade apropos,
And the way she looks,
The vaseline felony of her air,
She's not there.
The aging have lost their desire for lust,
The ages have lost their desire for us,
Every pleonasm of endearment,
Now goes out to you.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Shoe Store Scenery
Do you see this,
Another enigmatic view of some poor lad in a ragged suit,
Do you see this,
In you.
I'm just hoping,
For the phone,
To actually work,
Two ways,
Like it did,
In yesterdays.
Oh God, pick up the phone.
By the arson,
Way of thinking,
I'm just a poor spark.
Like the reign of a skeptical boulevard.
Underneath this hallow bridge,
Is where I set my heart,
May it fall them broken fridges,
Is where I didn't sell my soul,
Don't need to sell my soul.
I'm just fishing,
Like everybody else,
Round this lake of yesterdays,
I'm just fishing,
When there's no one else to feed.
I might not know much of the grandeur of the universe,
But I know that I'm just a string,
Of affection and deliberate disturbance,
I'm just hoping for a drink.
Do you see this,
A poor man and his jagged knife in fray,
Oh the fight is daily,
But not everyday.
By the threshold,
Of another enchanted shoe store.
I get a payment for the rest,
The nest of meekly whores.
I have friends now.
Sitting by the bus,
They just don't talk to me,
I guess like the telephones they only work one way.
I was happy as the rest,
In the drunken fest,
I just dreamt differently.
And now they put me in a jar,
Oblivious of who they are,
And still I'm dreaming.
I might now know much about God,
Or the stars, or the vacant lots,
But Godfrey...
If a ten tonne truck,
Kills the both of us,
To die by your side,
The pleasure,
The privilege is mine.
If a double decker bus,
Crashes into us,
To die by your side,
Is such a heavenly way to die.
There is a pocket with no holes,
There is a light that never goes out,
There is a man with no limits to his generosity.
He's just not here.
Another enigmatic view of some poor lad in a ragged suit,
Do you see this,
In you.
I'm just hoping,
For the phone,
To actually work,
Two ways,
Like it did,
In yesterdays.
Oh God, pick up the phone.
By the arson,
Way of thinking,
I'm just a poor spark.
Like the reign of a skeptical boulevard.
Underneath this hallow bridge,
Is where I set my heart,
May it fall them broken fridges,
Is where I didn't sell my soul,
Don't need to sell my soul.
I'm just fishing,
Like everybody else,
Round this lake of yesterdays,
I'm just fishing,
When there's no one else to feed.
I might not know much of the grandeur of the universe,
But I know that I'm just a string,
Of affection and deliberate disturbance,
I'm just hoping for a drink.
Do you see this,
A poor man and his jagged knife in fray,
Oh the fight is daily,
But not everyday.
By the threshold,
Of another enchanted shoe store.
I get a payment for the rest,
The nest of meekly whores.
I have friends now.
Sitting by the bus,
They just don't talk to me,
I guess like the telephones they only work one way.
I was happy as the rest,
In the drunken fest,
I just dreamt differently.
And now they put me in a jar,
Oblivious of who they are,
And still I'm dreaming.
I might now know much about God,
Or the stars, or the vacant lots,
But Godfrey...
If a ten tonne truck,
Kills the both of us,
To die by your side,
The pleasure,
The privilege is mine.
If a double decker bus,
Crashes into us,
To die by your side,
Is such a heavenly way to die.
There is a pocket with no holes,
There is a light that never goes out,
There is a man with no limits to his generosity.
He's just not here.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Meat(?)
Haunted bicycle,
On a hill side resident,
You managed to make a man of me yet?
When in this charming car,
This charming man.
I come from Mars complexities
When the leathers all blue,
In the passenger seat.
I would go out tonight,
But I haven't got a stitch to wear.
This monster is gruesome,
That someone so handsome should care.
A young young country boy,
Who never knew his face,
He said, return the ring,
He knows so much about this things.
I would go out tonight,
But I haven't got a stitch to wear.
His master so gruesome,
That someone so handsome could care.
Nanananana,
This charming man.
Nananaana,
This charming man.
A drunk down country boy,
Who never knew his place,
He owns this century,
He knows so much about these things,
These things.
The rain falls down,
In a conundrum town,
Oh, the rain falls hard,
In a drunk drunk town,
This town just dragged you down.
And everyone's gone to live their lifes,
Oh and God knows I've got to live mine.
William,
William it was really nothing.
William it was really nothing.
It was your eyes.
How can you stay with the fat girl you say.
Would you like to marry me,
And would you like to buy the ring?
She doesnt' care about anything
Would you like to marry me,
And if you like we could buy the ring,
I don't dream about anyone.
Except myself.
I am the sun,
And the air,
From a highness that is criminally evolving,
I am someone else,
Or nothing in particular.
Please shut your mouth,
How can you say,
I go about things the wrong way,
I am human and I need to be loved.
Just like everybody else does.
I am the gone,
Of the care,
Like a harness that is criminally broken,
I'm the son of her,
Well everything in particular.
You shout your vows,
How dare you say,
I go about this the hard way,
I am human and I need to be loved,
Just like everybody else does.
There is a club way down the road,
You kicked that somebody who really loves you,
So you go and you stand on your own,
And you leave on your own,
And you run home,
And you cry,
And you want to die.
Well it's six, it's gonna happen now,
But then again you never mean it,
So I've waited for so long,
Until my heart is gone.
*whistles*
Please stop this now,
I'll never say,
You'll never get things in your way,
I am human, and I need to be loved,
Just like everybody else wants.
William,
William it was really nothing.
And I moan, no, no, no...
*whistles*
On a hill side resident,
You managed to make a man of me yet?
When in this charming car,
This charming man.
I come from Mars complexities
When the leathers all blue,
In the passenger seat.
I would go out tonight,
But I haven't got a stitch to wear.
This monster is gruesome,
That someone so handsome should care.
A young young country boy,
Who never knew his face,
He said, return the ring,
He knows so much about this things.
I would go out tonight,
But I haven't got a stitch to wear.
His master so gruesome,
That someone so handsome could care.
Nanananana,
This charming man.
Nananaana,
This charming man.
A drunk down country boy,
Who never knew his place,
He owns this century,
He knows so much about these things,
These things.
The rain falls down,
In a conundrum town,
Oh, the rain falls hard,
In a drunk drunk town,
This town just dragged you down.
And everyone's gone to live their lifes,
Oh and God knows I've got to live mine.
William,
William it was really nothing.
William it was really nothing.
It was your eyes.
How can you stay with the fat girl you say.
Would you like to marry me,
And would you like to buy the ring?
She doesnt' care about anything
Would you like to marry me,
And if you like we could buy the ring,
I don't dream about anyone.
Except myself.
I am the sun,
And the air,
From a highness that is criminally evolving,
I am someone else,
Or nothing in particular.
Please shut your mouth,
How can you say,
I go about things the wrong way,
I am human and I need to be loved.
Just like everybody else does.
I am the gone,
Of the care,
Like a harness that is criminally broken,
I'm the son of her,
Well everything in particular.
You shout your vows,
How dare you say,
I go about this the hard way,
I am human and I need to be loved,
Just like everybody else does.
There is a club way down the road,
You kicked that somebody who really loves you,
So you go and you stand on your own,
And you leave on your own,
And you run home,
And you cry,
And you want to die.
Well it's six, it's gonna happen now,
But then again you never mean it,
So I've waited for so long,
Until my heart is gone.
*whistles*
Please stop this now,
I'll never say,
You'll never get things in your way,
I am human, and I need to be loved,
Just like everybody else wants.
William,
William it was really nothing.
And I moan, no, no, no...
*whistles*
Friday, July 11, 2008
Illiterate Lovely Eyes
I got a letter,
From way down under,
The sink,
Just never call her,
Just never call her,
I say,
You wouldn't say.
What else is there?
Some bloody aces,
She's drawing faces,
Of trees,
She'll never hurt them,
Like she'll never touch me,
I got a rainbow,
I got a rainbow.
Oh, glance but don't stare.
Oh, he misses his hair.
Mary, so ordinary,
Peter, will make chicken,
Out of everything.
Spectrum,
Lonely spectrum,
You have to break the glass,
To shed some light,
Some even light.
Cause all the colors on the feedback,
Will never stop,
Until I come back,
Again.
Oh, Layne,
Stop making it such a bitter cocaine,
I know,
You haven't slept,
In a while,
So have you, girl?
And I'm talking to myself again,
I'm talking,
Spitting,
Out of trend,
I know.
What you do,
When the bearded man is outta view,
You would call the culinary,
Hoping for some salvation in red.
The boys want you dead.
I could save you,
But I've got better things to do.
I could take you,
But I've got no shelf-confidence.
Gucci piggies,
Neon stars,
Goddammit Satan,
Whoever you are.
And they all go home,
With a satisfactory smile,
Sadist factory,
Indeed.
When it's summer,
And you can't tell the difference,
Then I guess,
This is my,
Cue.
Cocktail dress,
What a fucking mess,
To be made,
In time,
For the renegade,
Of a stupid rhyme,
Full of stupid fate,
But I guess I'm not,
One to relate,
To the lady,
Who's had too much,
Time on her own.
And the window's talking,
Everyone's walking,
From you.
You married something,
I'd never wear,
In a zoo.
And as I look at you through the 5.45 sunlight,
I'm wondering where you learned,
How to tie it so tight.
I guess I shouldn't have skipped all that scouts.
5.46
Buzz buzzzzzzzz fucking let me in honey.
BASSSHH BASSSHHH remember all that money.
Fuck the sound effects, I wish you would've hurried.
6.00
I'm coming
YOU BETTER WISH THAT WEREN'T YOUR LAST TIME.
God, If I have to believe in you for all of this to end I would.
-And I'm wondering who could be writing this.
From way down under,
The sink,
Just never call her,
Just never call her,
I say,
You wouldn't say.
What else is there?
Some bloody aces,
She's drawing faces,
Of trees,
She'll never hurt them,
Like she'll never touch me,
I got a rainbow,
I got a rainbow.
Oh, glance but don't stare.
Oh, he misses his hair.
Mary, so ordinary,
Peter, will make chicken,
Out of everything.
Spectrum,
Lonely spectrum,
You have to break the glass,
To shed some light,
Some even light.
Cause all the colors on the feedback,
Will never stop,
Until I come back,
Again.
Oh, Layne,
Stop making it such a bitter cocaine,
I know,
You haven't slept,
In a while,
So have you, girl?
And I'm talking to myself again,
I'm talking,
Spitting,
Out of trend,
I know.
What you do,
When the bearded man is outta view,
You would call the culinary,
Hoping for some salvation in red.
The boys want you dead.
I could save you,
But I've got better things to do.
I could take you,
But I've got no shelf-confidence.
Gucci piggies,
Neon stars,
Goddammit Satan,
Whoever you are.
And they all go home,
With a satisfactory smile,
Sadist factory,
Indeed.
When it's summer,
And you can't tell the difference,
Then I guess,
This is my,
Cue.
Cocktail dress,
What a fucking mess,
To be made,
In time,
For the renegade,
Of a stupid rhyme,
Full of stupid fate,
But I guess I'm not,
One to relate,
To the lady,
Who's had too much,
Time on her own.
And the window's talking,
Everyone's walking,
From you.
You married something,
I'd never wear,
In a zoo.
And as I look at you through the 5.45 sunlight,
I'm wondering where you learned,
How to tie it so tight.
I guess I shouldn't have skipped all that scouts.
5.46
Buzz buzzzzzzzz fucking let me in honey.
BASSSHH BASSSHHH remember all that money.
Fuck the sound effects, I wish you would've hurried.
6.00
I'm coming
YOU BETTER WISH THAT WEREN'T YOUR LAST TIME.
God, If I have to believe in you for all of this to end I would.
-And I'm wondering who could be writing this.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Charlie Snow
Charlie Snow was a boy in a country full of hoax and deception and what's more is affection for people and reflection of a place in construction under bridges destruction.
Charlie will never learn.
So he wakes in a dust,
Full of long forgotten lust,
Eating up all the rust,
Iron termites,
So it was,
He made a living out of clay,
And called it his everyday,
His mailman wouldn't look,
What intimacy would've took,
From his normal,
Monotonous being.
Kisses his ego,
Kisses his mom,
Walks for a while,
To the mind of his slum,
And he hopes for no better condition.
There was a jogger for a coy,
And her little boy named Tom,
They looked happy together,
Running from what Charlie will never bother.
Charlie stepped in grass,
With trees and their eyes,
A Pocahontas dilemma,
Of segregation and connive,
I wish I was there when the bomb shook the world,
Probably flatten desires and blow up little girls.
There's that flaming Jesus shaking everybody's hand,
There's that old lady with her gun and revolver,
64% paralyzed that's what she's always said,
But I think she just said that so her dogs wouldn't drop dead.
Charlie saw an angel,
Speedo and tights,
Listening to "All Tomorrow's Parties",
Couldn't fit in a halo,
So she took up a band,
Learned the guitar,
Oh boy, Charlie wasn't the man.
See the TV going all 'tonight's show',
As he called up a cab,
How he wished for a father,
And all he got was a dad.
Oh Charlie, Charlie, Charlie,
It's a Caribbean Industrial Nightmare since the day Mick took up the sword,
Guess you just had to be somewhere else eating dinner,
Charlie how you've missed a lot.
The moon isn't naked,
For the sake of my pachyderm,
Chasing chasing chasing,
Drains to the left and houses to the right,
God I wish I was awake last night.
But God never bothered about his well being,
Godfrey wouldn't mind for a house and a ceiling.
Charlie worked up a fight in the factory,
He greased up the wrong gear,
And coz a slight outre with a French man in a baseball cap,
Cut off his fingers with the auto-guillotine,
He killed the president,
Of trigonometric harmony and schematic delight.
I guess you wanna die now, Charlie?
Charlie?
You still haven't told me why it doesn't snow around here, papi
I wish I could son.
But Charlie never told me.
What about that girl he loved?
What girl?
Mrs Layne?
CHARLIE! WAKE UP! YOUR PUDDING'S GETTING COLD!
Yes. I know who I think I am. Death is a blue-collar serial sitcom.
It'll be like meeting an old friend.
And of all the women and men who's been in my bedroom, it's time to lock that door so that memory is literally confined to the ones who care about me.
The girl with a knack for the rooftops of her dreams.
The girl who'd rather die for the sake of pristine.
The girl who wants her time alone.
But never knew what to ask.
Snow. Will you.
Please.
Stop stealing my underwear.
Charlie will never learn.
So he wakes in a dust,
Full of long forgotten lust,
Eating up all the rust,
Iron termites,
So it was,
He made a living out of clay,
And called it his everyday,
His mailman wouldn't look,
What intimacy would've took,
From his normal,
Monotonous being.
Kisses his ego,
Kisses his mom,
Walks for a while,
To the mind of his slum,
And he hopes for no better condition.
There was a jogger for a coy,
And her little boy named Tom,
They looked happy together,
Running from what Charlie will never bother.
Charlie stepped in grass,
With trees and their eyes,
A Pocahontas dilemma,
Of segregation and connive,
I wish I was there when the bomb shook the world,
Probably flatten desires and blow up little girls.
There's that flaming Jesus shaking everybody's hand,
There's that old lady with her gun and revolver,
64% paralyzed that's what she's always said,
But I think she just said that so her dogs wouldn't drop dead.
Charlie saw an angel,
Speedo and tights,
Listening to "All Tomorrow's Parties",
Couldn't fit in a halo,
So she took up a band,
Learned the guitar,
Oh boy, Charlie wasn't the man.
See the TV going all 'tonight's show',
As he called up a cab,
How he wished for a father,
And all he got was a dad.
Oh Charlie, Charlie, Charlie,
It's a Caribbean Industrial Nightmare since the day Mick took up the sword,
Guess you just had to be somewhere else eating dinner,
Charlie how you've missed a lot.
The moon isn't naked,
For the sake of my pachyderm,
Chasing chasing chasing,
Drains to the left and houses to the right,
God I wish I was awake last night.
But God never bothered about his well being,
Godfrey wouldn't mind for a house and a ceiling.
Charlie worked up a fight in the factory,
He greased up the wrong gear,
And coz a slight outre with a French man in a baseball cap,
Cut off his fingers with the auto-guillotine,
He killed the president,
Of trigonometric harmony and schematic delight.
I guess you wanna die now, Charlie?
Charlie?
You still haven't told me why it doesn't snow around here, papi
I wish I could son.
But Charlie never told me.
What about that girl he loved?
What girl?
Mrs Layne?
CHARLIE! WAKE UP! YOUR PUDDING'S GETTING COLD!
Yes. I know who I think I am. Death is a blue-collar serial sitcom.
It'll be like meeting an old friend.
And of all the women and men who's been in my bedroom, it's time to lock that door so that memory is literally confined to the ones who care about me.
The girl with a knack for the rooftops of her dreams.
The girl who'd rather die for the sake of pristine.
The girl who wants her time alone.
But never knew what to ask.
Snow. Will you.
Please.
Stop stealing my underwear.
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