Daughters Of The Soho Riots

Posted on Monday August 31st 2009 at 11:01 PM

I have your good clothes in the car
So cut your hair so no one knows
I have your dreams and your teeth marks
And all my fingernails are painted

I’m here to take you now

You were right about the end
It didn’t make a difference
Everything I can remember
I remember wrong

How can anybody know
How they got to be this way
You must have known I’d do this someday
Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

I don’t have any questions
I don’t think it’s gonna rain
You were right about the end
It didn’t make a difference

I’m here to take you now

Out among the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots
Out among the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots

I’m here to take you now

How can anybody know
how they got to be this way
You must have known I’d do this someday
Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love

Son

Posted on Sunday June 21st 2009 at 01:48 AM

And if you follow me son
The window wrap around you
Carry from the ground
You will never be alone

You wait one turn to sunlight
That’s falling on a girl
That’s still inside the world

She’s reading books
from empty women
They’re giving beauty tips
from empty hips

And how is the water of the rain
And how is the air of the wind
And how are the arms of your mother
She’s holding you in

Watch them as they try to fly their kites inside their bedrooms
That were only built for drinking
Your thoughts they never lasted long when you were under the sky
Above it you can hold a thought forever

And how is the water of the rain
And how is the air of the wind
And how are the arms of your mother
She’s holding you in

And how is the water of the rain
And how is the air of the wind
And how are the arms of your mother
She’s holding you in

Make Use Of Your Lives, Boys and Girls….

Posted on Saturday May 30th 2009 at 01:10 AM

A bold night for my new rock shirt
Expected a burn-hole
Expected the worst
Such shots in the dark I should not risk
I command you to speak to us
And be humble to our works
We have suffered the change again
And guess what they’ve been spreading
So very upsetting
But we’re not forgetting

Pull up and lighten your load

Make use of the bold proposition
Make use the vast fashions
The passion is soon to burn out
Make use of the boring young heroes
Their efforts not wasted
Reward them for what they turn out
Of this we are proud

In spurts of majestical will power
Impractical thinkers design the dream
These beast-like invincible machines
100 jags in the road
Do you casually second the exit?
Are you into the easy way out?

A simple gut reaction is not to be found here
Don’t come around here
Have a look
It’s a Freeway

Make use of the bold proposition
Make use the vast fashions
The passion is soon to burn out
Make use of the boring young heroes
Their efforts not wasted
Reward them for what they turn out
Of this we are proud

You’re So Vain

Posted on Monday November 24th 2008 at 09:54 PM


well you walked into the party
like you were walking onto a yacht
your hat strategically dipped beneath one eye
your scarf it was apricot
you had one eye on the mirror and
you watched yourself a lot
and all the boys dreamed that they’d be your partner
they’d be your partner
yeah

well you had me several years ago
when i was still quite naive
and you said that we made such a pretty pair
and that you would never leave
but you gave away the things you loved
and one of them was me
i had some dreams
they were clouds in my coffee
clouds in my coffee
yeah

well i heard that you went of to saratoga
and your horse naturally won
and then you chartered a leer jet to nova scotia
to see the total eclipse of the sun
yeah you’re always where you should be and
when you’re not you’re with some underworld spy
or your best friend’s boyfriend
your best friend’s boyfriend
yeah

Bluebird

Posted on Saturday September 20th 2008 at 10:44 PM

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there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?

–Charles Bukowski

Bells On

Posted on Saturday August 16th 2008 at 05:16 AM


While I’m at this funeral
You’re in New York
I’ve been dividing my grieving
You’re sleeping with a mutual friend

I dreamed that I kissed your mouth
And you thought about me
Over Christmas
Oh, you might know who I am
But I know who you are
Your heart is in your art
And mine’s in New York

I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve
You’re sleeping with a mutual friend
And I want to be with you again
And again
And again
I’ve thought about you a lot lately
So flash me your metal smile

I’m thinking about you
You’re thinking about
New York
Though to you your friend was hurt
To him I owe him money
Will you pay back the thirty dollars
That he thinks I owe him?
But I don’t owe him anything

If you had a funeral
I’d be there with bells on
La la la la la…

If I had a funeral
Would you even care?
Would you wear your silver dress?
Would you actually wear lipstick?
Would you lie upon my grave?
And be there with bells on
So you could ring me from this life?
From this life
From this life
So you could ring me from this life

Off He Goes

Posted on Tuesday June 24th 2008 at 11:34 PM

Know a man, his face seems pulled and tense
Like he’s riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds
So I approach with tact, suggest that he should relax
But he’s always moving much too fast
Said he’ll see me on the flipside
On this trip he’s taken for a ride
He’s been taking too much on …
There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
There he goes…

He’s yet to come back, but I see his picture
Doesn’t look the same up on the rack
We go way back

I wonder about his insides
Its like his thoughts are too big for his size
He’s been taken, where, I dont know?
Off he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
And there he goes…

And now I rub my eyes, for he has returned!
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned
For he still smiles, and he’s still strong
Nothings changed, but the surrounding bullshit
That has grown

And now he’s home, and were laughing like we always did
My same old, same old friend
Until a quarter-to-ten

I saw the strain creep in
He seemed distracted and I know just what is gonna happen next
Before his first step, he’s off again

People Of The Sky

Posted on Friday May 09th 2008 at 09:09 PM

I once knew a pair that used to fit very tight
But now a man standing tall in the wake of this night
His eyes are watering in anger at the thought of her spite
The scene of adultery sets the stage for his plight

On an innocent trip how can one really so much
Show belief in a soul, in a beauty, or in a touch
It’s like a three legged dog in search of a crutch
Dissecting in past all the motives of such

She once loved this person, a trial out of sight
Disclosing of the present situation, if felt right
Two winters and summers passed over like a sound
And now the two of them are lost in a screaming battle ground

With support all around him
Like a fence or a drink
He realizes in sadness
That now he must begin to think
To filter his energy upon losses in vain
She’ll think of the restful, the peaceful or the gain

His sister’s a friend
She’s like a relative to both
Obliged through her brother under silouhetted oath
But she’s there for the two with her bias’ undone
And she’ll help see it through under moonlight or sun

But today they’ve still yet to look each other in the eye
And in a second, he manages to dip
To the other side
Up to the people of the sky

And now he’ll never die