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post some lyrics
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Did you ever wake up to find
A day that broke up your mind Destroyed your notion of circular time Its just that demon life has got you in its sway Its just that demon life has got you in its sway Aint flinging tears out on the dusty ground For all my friends out on the burial ground Cant stand the feeling getting so brought down Its just that demon life has got me in its sway Its just that demon life has got me in its sway There must be ways to find out Love is the way they say is really strutting out Hey, hey, hey now One day I woke up to find Right in the bed next to mine Someone that broke me up with a corner of her smile, yeah Its just that demon life has got me in its sway Its just that demon life has got me in its sway Its just that demon life has got me in its sway Its just that demon life has got me... Its just that demon life has got me... |
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Punk rock song I wrote in 78. |
that song makes me cry now
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The "One day I woke up to find..." part of Sway always gets to me. It didn't mean much until after I'd fallen in love with my wife. But it sort of chronicles the way my life was then--dark and sad, and then suddenly, this woman lighting everything up. Isn't that a nice story?
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that's just lovely. warms the cockles of my heart.
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Rain is millions of tiny speech bubbles unused
The collected breaths of mutes And all our silent exhalations Where we should've put words Or words we had no one to tell Emptied from clouds like clearing horns spit valves Coming back to us now To remind us what we meant to say Or that we meant to say something Coming down and dying In one giant quiet On the streets and cars Huzzled like jewels in girls' hair On the fake wool collar of my bomber jacket And on my glasses and feet Cut 'em deep and weap out loud Just dust and just a hair in your mouth You drink and think you're tonguin' something to shout But it's just dust and just a hair in your mouth And now these empty breaths reflect The feedback of headlights Push leaves and coffee cups To lower altitudes and gutters Rain is confession weather And we become booths of prayer if we let us And now these empty breaths reflect The feedback of headlights Push leaves and coffee cups To lower altitudes and gutters Rain is confession weather And we become booths of prayer if we let us |
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I love it when you talk dirty. Sway is a wonderful song, probably one of the "hardest" the Stones ever recorded, just gritty dark sound and a beautiful solo outro. |
i love that one and coming down again
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Oh, I'm just gonna post the lyrics of my favorite song of all time.
Oh comely, I will be with you when you lose your breath, Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left. With some pretty, bright and bubbly terrible scene That was doing her thing on your chest. But oh comely, It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess In your memory, you're drunk on your awe to me It doesn't mean anything at all. Oh comely, All of your friends are all letting you blow, Bristling and ugly, bursting with fruits falling out from the holes Of some pretty, bright, and bubbly friend You could need to say comforting things in your ear But oh comely, There isn't such one friend that you could find here. Standing next to me, He's only my enemy I'll crush him with everything I own. Say what you want to say Hang for your hollow ways Moving your mouth to pull out All your miracles aimed for me. Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies, While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park. Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums, The music and medicine you needed for comforting. So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving, And pluck all your silly strings, bend all your notes for me. Soft silly music is meaningful magical, The movements were beautiful, all in your ovaries. All of them milking with green fleshy flowers, While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines. Smelling of semen all under the garden Was all you were needing when you still believed in me. Say what your want to say. Hang for your hollow ways. Moving your mouth to pull out All your miracles aimed for me. And I know they buried her body with others, Her sister and mother and five-hundred families. And will she remember me fifty years later? I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine. Know all your enemies. We know who our enemies are. Goldaline, my dear, We will fold and freeze together Far away from here. There is sun and spring and green forever. But now we move to feel for ourselves inside some stranger's stomach. Place your body here, Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine. |
This is probably more appropriate to my current and seemingly unending situation:
Ive been holding out so long Ive been sleeping all alone Lord I miss you Ive been hanging on the phone Ive been sleeping all alone I want to kiss you Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh Well, Ive been haunted in my sleep Youve been starring in my dreams Lord I miss you Ive been waiting in the hall Been waiting on your call When the phone rings Its just some friends of mine that say, Hey, whats the matter man? Were gonna come around at twelve With some puerto rican girls that are just dyin to meet you. Were gonna bring a case of wine Hey, lets go mess and fool around You know, like we used to Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah Oh everybody waits so long Oh baby why you wait so long Wont you come on! come on! Ive been walking in central park Singing after dark People think Im crazy Ive been stumbling on my feet Shuffling through the street Asking people, whats the matter with you boy? Sometimes I want to say to myself Sometimes I say Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh I wont miss you child I guess Im lying to myself Its just you and no one else Lord I wont miss you child Youve been blotting out my mind Fooling on my time No, I wont miss you, baby, yeah Lord, I miss you child Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah Lord, I miss you child Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah Lord, I miss you child Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah |
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Goats Head Soup has some beautiful songs. I really like Winter too. |
winter is maybe my favorite stones song
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Attraction is Ephemeral by Mecca Normal
"I'm intrigued by you," he says. "You're beautiful. Beautiful." "Thank-you," I say, wondering if this is just another line. Just another game. Wondering how much recent deception informs my reaction. We connected right from the start. You can't make this happen. You can't make this happen. Can you? Someone wouldn't be able to make this happen. It gets chilly. We step inside. I make more tea, plain tea. Cheap tea. He says, "I love a woman who adorns herself with jewelry. I like a woman who has lots of variation in her wardrobe. I love good shoes on a woman and beautiful lingerie." He suggests I visit a website of Austrian designed underwear. "It's expensive, but it's beautiful, it's beautiful," he says. I stand there by the stove, in my slutty outfit, the total of which probably cost me $15, including my $1 panties and my Value Village bra. "What do you wear during the day, when you're working here alone?" he asks. "Old levis cords, a t-shirt, paint splattered hush puppies with holes in the soles." I guess I could have said, "Prada, darling." Adornment. He's an architect of many things. He's going to bring his grand piano out of storage. In bed he tires to put the condom on. He curses. I try to see what he's doing, but I'm pinned under him. I hear him stretching the condom like he's making a balloon animal. He gives up and I lie there under him. Two hundred and thirty pounds. He says, "Am I crushing you?" "Sort of," I say. He gets off of me. In his deep, sexy voice he says, "I want to please you." "You do please me," I say, as one does. "I mean really please you," he says. "OK," I say, and then we both laugh, me 'til I cry. He says, "We have time. Don't warn me. Don't warn me. Don't warn me about yourself." "OK," I say. Does that include not telling him that I'm too cheap to take the bus so I walk twenty minutes to get to the store and that I carry my groceries home in my packsack -- which is fine with me -- and I don't buy crackers and cheese and pickles and cookies because they are too expensive. I know the prices on almost everything in the little shops -- if oranges are 59 cents a pound here and the same ones 49 cents a pound across the street. I will cross the street to save whatever it is on my 2 oranges -- and brag about. He says, "We have time. He's going to bring his grand piano out of storage. We have time and you're beautiful and you're intriguing." And I say, "Thank you." Wondering if this is just another really long line, another really long and complicated line. He's the architect of another really long line. Another really long line. |
the cat sat on the mat.
said over a dense choking sound with an heavy industrial beat. |
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You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to Satan again. I approve! (Big surprise.) Think I just figured out the album I'm gonna listen to tonight. |
like satan needs dick, i need some new kind of kick.
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I can recommend the new McDonald's angus beef. Will that do?
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she's my fave
undressing in the sun return to sea - bye forgetting everyone eleven high ride a wave |
those fortunate risk fate to alleviate a fear from within clawing to trust someone monogamy sits uneasily ice that don't heat freeeeze howl hollow howl in vast space all light's displaced we can kill desire albatross worn subvert to twist an old poem not enough to be hooked on artful rhetoric lessening the grip letting it all slip futures tick tick tick tick tick altruistically we've come a long way man and woman raping from the earth worming what it's worth right wing ricochet displays the evolution of decay oh just go away infant hospital winged protection infected the new born dreams a life that cannot be intuitive grease paint drooling to relate all of lifes mistakes hitting in the face orchard putrid smile head of state state headless states of being as right up against what's wrong the disease believes to push away normality alone with virtue what's there left to do a virus threads poetry written time dogmatically life's plague the first aid acquired deficiency spreading it aimlessly half-heart crash course caustic dripping grins the reaper body counts intensify getting weaker moisten the soul away clouded and vague throw free love to history masters of nothing living's now a precious aim precious game
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I went through the automatic doors
My shopping cart ran in to hers Our eyes met for a second, then she turned away And after just a little while I went in to the canned goods aisle And there she was just standing there smiling I was hoping she'd look at me But she was checking out the lima beans And artichokes, my heart was broken in pieces By my supermarket fantasy I didn't want to seem obsessed I checked Farina off my list But I couldn't keep my mind off those perfect lips I saw her start to walk my way Thought that everything would be ok Then I ran in to the cocoa puffs display I hurried to the checkout line Wishing I could push back time I looked around and she was right behind me My supermarket fantasy I wanna clip your coupons girl I wanna squeeze your charmin too I wanna be your grocery bagger forever And we'll go shopping every night Up and down the empty aisles And I'll always make sure your melons are ripe But I can't get up the nerve I can have the best buys in the world But I'll never share a shopping cart with her My supermarket fantasy |
Coming down again, coming down again
Coming down again, coming down again Share your thoughts, there's nothing you can hide She was dying to survive I was caught, oh, taken for a ride She was showing no surprise Coming down again, coming down again Where are all my friends, coming down again Coming down again, coming down again On the ground again, coming down again Slipped my tongue in someone else's pie Tasting better every time He turned green and tried to make me cry Being hungry it ain't no crime Coming down again, coming down again All my time's been spent, coming down again |
Walk all over me
Even though you can't decide Look out, (jump back) You'll be on your own Hillside, slip and slide Feel the pain, it's no surprise Look out, look out Thorn will be your love I felt your hair across my skin I didn't know where to begin A shallow promise in my ear No thoughts, no dreams, no wishes, and no fear The rose is dead, your face serene No memories of things that once did seem To be to me important too You give me flowers when it's thorns I give to you |
Oh and I’m feeling directionless yes
but that’s to be expected and I know that best and in creeps the morning and another day’s lost you’ve just written one dream And I reply fast All you need to save me All you need to save me Call (call) and I’ll be curled on the floor Hiding out from it all (all) and I won’t take any other call I feel like a fool so I’m going to stop troubling you buried in my yard a letter to send to you and if I forget or god forbid die too soon hope that you’ll hear me Know that I wrote to you All you need to say to me All you need to say to me Is call (call), and I’ll be curled on the floor Hiding out from it all (all) and I won’t take any other call |
It's time to party, Let's party
Hang out with yourself and have a crazy party Hey you, let's party Have a killer party and Party! Don't even try and deny it 'Cos you're gonna have a Party tonight And you know we're gonna do it tonight We're gonna lose it all When you open your door! Party, Party, There's gonna be a party Tonight! Tension in my hand When you're standin' there Not thinkin' anything (It's time to Party!) Doing it fast, When you're doing it long Keep gettin' your money (It's time to Party!) Pounding on one, touchin' yourself It's not too late (It's time to Party!) Open your mouth, we're all gonna come... In your face! (Hey...) It's time to... party, party, there's gonna be a party tonight! |
I should've seen that coming.
It's almost as bad as being rickrolled. |
this is for SY37
When it's time to party we will party hard You, You work all night (all night) And when you work you don't feel all right And we, When things stop feeling all right (all right) And everything is all right 'Cos we will never listen to your rules (no) We will never do as others do (no) Know what we want and we get it from you Do what we like and we like what we do So let's get a party going (let's get a party going) Now it's time to party and we'll party hard (party hard) Let's get a party going (let's get a party going) When it's time to party we will always party hard Party hard (party hard, party hard, party hard party hard, party hard, party hard party hard, party hard, party hard...) All right You, You fight that fight And when you're fightin' you feel all right But when, When things stop feeling all right (all right) And everything is all right 'Cos we will never listen to your rules (no) We will never do as others do (no) Know what we want and we get it from you We do what we like and we like what we do So let's get a party going (let's get a party going) Now it's time to party and we'll party hard (party hard) Let's get a party going (let's get a party going) When it's time to party we will always party hard Party hard (party hard, party hard, party hard party hard, party hard, party hard party hard, party hard, party hard party hard, party hard, party hard...) |
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No, this is: I've got another confession to make I'm your fool Everyone's got their chains to break Holdin' you Were you born to resist or be abused? Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? Are you gone and onto someone new? I needed somewhere to hang my head Without your noose You gave me something that I didn't have But had no use I was too weak to give in Too strong to lose My heart is under arrest again But I break loose My head is giving me life or death But I can't choose I swear I'll never give in I refuse Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? Has someone taken your faith? Its real, the pain you feel You trust, you must Confess Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? Oh... Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh... Has someone taken your faith? Its real, the pain you feel The life, the love you'd die to heal The hope that starts the broken hearts You trust, you must Confess Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? I've got another confession my friend I'm no fool I'm getting tired of starting again Somewhere new Were you born to resist or be abused? I swear I'll never give in I refuse Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? Has someone taken your faith? Its real, the pain you feel You trust, you must Confess Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? Oh... |
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@ Her Satanic Majesty
this is the story about a circle of women LA women on an LA mission this is the glory gonna get their hooks in gonna drag you way down do ya wanna go home soon? yeah god almighty what the fuck happened to you? i’m not red, white, and blue outta mind your outta sight every day and all night i watch your pale ass on that street, i watch you walk on through then she went glassy a sawn-off tragedy a deliverence in the city, a new beginning power and glory in the name of the enemy you sell your restless casualty for power and glory yeah god almighty what the fuck happened to you I’m not red white and blue outta mind your outta sight every day and all night i watch your pale ass on that street why’d you you walk on through hey, yeah yeah yeah, no hey, yeah, hey, yeah yeah yeah, baby do i miss you, do i miss you? miss you at all do i miss you, do i miss you? i dont miss you at all and i say god almighty what the fuck happened to you I’m not red white and blue outta mind your outta sight every day and all night i watch your pale ass on that street why’d you you walk on through this hate, why’d you you walk on through hey, yeah yeah yeah, no hey, yeah, hey |
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Sounds like the training montage from Rock III.5: Rocky Takes Japan.
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IM HERE FOR YOU
CANT YOU SEE WHAT IM DOIN I BRING YOU NEWS FROM THE KINGDOM OF DISCIPLES IN RUIN BEHOLD A CHILD HAS JUST BEEN BORN INTO A LIFE OF SECRETS SWORN HOLD OUT YR HANDS AND TAKE THESE PALMS IVE BEEN GIVEN THEY ARE WILD WITH BEAUTY FADED AND THEY CAN GUIDE THIS CHILD TO HEAVEN SO REST ASSURED AND UNDERSTAND HOW HARVEST EYES RENEW YOUR LAND IM HERE LOOKING FOR YOU DEAR IF I COULD SEE CLEAR THRU ALL THE SUN STAINED STATIONS ITS ALL UP IN THE AIR GIRL ITS LIKE A SNARE GIRL IN ALL ITS MANIFESTATIONS ------------------------------------------- IM HERE FOR YOU CANT YOU SEE WHAT IM SAYING I HAVE PALMS FROM THE RUINS WHERE DISCIPLES ARE STRAYING IM COMING AFTER YOU WITH MERCY GIVEN AND YOUR SECRETS OUT NOW YOUR FORGIVEN IM HERE LOOKING FOR YOU DEAR CANT YOU SEE CLEAR ALL THESE SUN STAINED STATIONS ITS YOU UNDER THE STAIRS GIRL WITH A SNARE GIRL SOUNDING SALUTATIONS |
Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style
If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style [Chorus: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus [Verse One: Ghostface Killah] Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' However, I master the trick just like Nixon Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef] I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down A literate type asshole, songs goin gold, no doubt and you watch a corny nigga fold Yeah, they fake and all that Carryin gats but yo, my Clan Rollin like forty Macs Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense Wu-Tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, represent I wait for one to act up Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react what? And that's one in the chamber Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger [Chorus] [Verse Three: Inspectah Deck] I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin Bust this, I'm kickin like Segall, Out for Justice The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on... [Chorus] [Verse Four: The Genius/GZA] Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp! A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp Creepin up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin through ya back *swish* Givin bystanders heart-attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him I blow up his fuckin prism Make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so fuck it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets I'm wettin CREAM, I ain't wettin fame Who sellin gain, I'm givin out a deadly game It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin ruckus... [Chorus] So bring it on...[X7] punk nigga |
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My favorite NMH song. One of my favorite songs ever. So beautiful. |
One of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard. Definitely one of my top 3 favorite songs ever:
Only Skin And there was a booming above you That night, black airplanes flew over the sea And they were lowing and shifting like Beached whales Shelled snails As you strained and you squinted to see The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry You froze in your sand shoal Prayed for your poor soul Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke And there was a silence you took to mean something: Run, sing For alive you will evermore be And the plague of the greasy black engines a-skulkin' Has gone east While you're left to explain them to me Released from their hairless and blind cavalry With your hands in your pockets, stubbily running To where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning Well, what is this craziness? This crazy talking? You caught some small death when you were sleepwalking It was a dark dream, darlin', it's over The firebreather is beneath the clover Beneath his breathing there is cold clay, forever A toothless hound-dog choking on a feather But I took my fishingpole (fearing your fever) Down to the swimminghole, where there grows bitter herb That blooms but one day a year by the riverside - i'd bring it here: Apply it gently To the love you've lent me While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed And the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breeze And I watched how the water was kneading so neatly Gone treacly Nearly slowed to a stop in this heat - in a frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneath Press on me: we are restless things Webs of seaweed are swaddling And you call upon the dusk Of the musk of a squid Shot full of ink, until you sink into your crib Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it! Smell of a stone fruit being cut and being opened Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking And when the fire moves away Fire moves away, son Why would you say I was the last one? Scrape your knee; it is only skin Makes the sound of violins And when I cut your hair, and leave the birds all of the trimmings I am the happiest woman among all women And the shallow Water Stretches as far as I can see Knee-deep, trudging along The seagull weeps; "so long" I'm humming a threshing song Until the night is over Hold on! Hold on! Hold your horses back from the fickle dawn I have got some business out at the edge of town Candy weighing both of my pockets down 'Til I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them (and knowing how the common-folk condemn What it is I do, to you, to keep you warm Being a woman, being a woman) But always up the mountainside you're clambering Groping blindly, hungry for anything: Picking through your pocket linings - well, what is this? Scrap of sassafras, eh sisyphus? I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain Little sister, he will be back again I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain Spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin' Silently from all the blooming cherry trees In tiny nooses, safe from everyone - nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done Be a woman, be a woman! Though we felt the spray of the waves We decided to stay till the tide rose too far We weren't afraid, cause we know what you are And you know that we know what you are Awful atoll O, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow! Bawl, bellow: Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bow Toddle and roll; Teeth an impalpable bit of leather While yarrow, heather and hollyhock Awkwardly molt along the shore Are you mine? My heart? Mine anymore? Stay with me for awhile That's an awfully real gun I know life will lay you down As the lightning has lately done Failing this, failing this, Follow me, my sweetest friend To see what you anointed in pointing your gun there Lay it down! Nice and slow! There is nowhere to go, save up Up where the light, undiluted, is weaving in a drunk dream At the sight of my baby, out back: Back on the patio watching the bats bring night in - while, elsewhere, estuaries of wax-white Wend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped Last week our picture window produced a half-word Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake And pant and labour over every intake I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare grace Then thought I ought to take her to a higher place Said: "dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you And though you die, bird, you will have a fine view" Then in my hot hand She slumped her sick weight We tramped through the poison oak Heartbroke and inchoate The dogs were snapping And you cuffed their collars While I climbed the tree-house Then how I hollered! Well she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or two Then, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and flew (while, back in the world that moves, often According to the hoarding of these clues Dogs still run roughly around Little tufts of finch-down) And the cities we passed were a flickering wasteland But his hand in my hand made them hale and harmless While down in the lowlands the crops are all coming; We have everything Life is thundering blissful towards death In a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness You stopped by, I was all alive In my doorway, we shucked and jived And when you wept, I was gone: See, I got gone when I got wise But I can't with certainty say we survived Then down, and down And down, and down And down, and deeper Stoke without sound The blameless flames You endless sleeper Through fire below, and fire above, and fire within Sleeped through the things that couldn't have been if you hadn't have been And when the fire moves away Fire moves away, son And why would you say I was the last one? All my bones they are gone, gone, gone Take my bones, I don't need none Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on! Suck all day on a cherry stone Dig a little hole, not three inches round Spit your pit in a hole in the ground Weep upon the spot for the starving of me! Till up grow a fine young cherry tree Well when the bough breaks, what'll you make for me? A little willow cabin to rest on your knee What'll I do with a trinket such as this? Think of your woman, who's gone to the west But I'm starving and freezing in my measly old bed! Then i'll crawl across the salt flats to stroke your sweet head Come across the desert with no shoes on! I love you truly, or I love no-one Fire Moves Away Fire moves away, son Why would you say That I was the last one? Last one Clear the room! There's a fire, a fire, a fire Get going, and I'm going to be right behind you And if the love of a woman or two, dear, Couldn't move you to such heights, then all I can do Is do, my darling, right by you |
No, it's not what we meant to say.
We don’t really love each other. What happens when the summer’s over? How long before distance becomes a chore? I'm approaching with great, great trepidation. I hope you’ll understand. Before you speak think about what you're trying to say. Who else is there to blame for miscommunication? You're getting caught up in the excitement. You making promises you can’t keep. You need to leave all your options open. Too much momentum. This room feels like it's going to explode. Too many angles. Too many factors to cover. Waiting for signal. You're searching for network. You have to fight to stay in control of the situation. Anxiety, Anxiety you give me no mercy. Grind my teeth smooth and flat in my sleep. We took some pills to calm us down. Then we needed help to come back up. Just trying to stay in control of the situation. Too much momentum. This room feels like it's going to explode. Too many angles. Too many factors to cover. Waiting for signal. You're searching for network. You have to fight to stay in control of the situation. They fall apart so easily. Too much momentum. This room feels like it's going to explode. Too many angles. Too many factors to cover. Waiting for signal. You're searching for network. You have to fight to stay in control. You have to fight to stay in control. No, you don’t have to fight to stay in control of the situation. |
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