Archive for April, 2007

Surgical Focus

Wednesday, April 25th, 2007

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With surgical focus
She stared at me and said
I’m willing to reach out
Get in to your head

And I will keep you and cleanse you
She glared at me and wept
A change is not going to hurt you
Not this time

And I’ve been waiting in line for this
Now that it’s taken forever
I insist

Until I get it, I can’t breathe
Climbing high upon the rocky cliffs
She flies
With surgical focus

Swansea

Sunday, April 22nd, 2007

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if you want to come on down
down with your bones so white
and watch the freight trains pound
into the wild, wild night

how i would love to gnaw
gnaw on your bones so white
and watch while the freight trains paw
paw at the wild, wild night

all these ghost towns, wreathed in old loam
assateague knee-deep in seafoam
ho swansea! buttonwillow!
lagunitas! ho calico!

and all these beastly bungalows
stare, distend, like endless toads
endlessly hop down the road
borne by wind, we southward blow

and yonder, wild and blue
the wild blue yonder looms
till we are wracked with rheum
by roads, by songs entombed

and all we want to do
is chew, and chew, and chew!
dear one, drive on
when all we want to do
is chew, and chew, and chew

and if you want to come on down
down with your bones so white
watch while the freight trains pound
into the wild, wild night

how i would love to gnaw
to gnaw on your bones so white
and watch while the freight trains paw
paw at the wild, wild night

World On a String

Wednesday, April 18th, 2007

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You know I lose, you know I win
You know I call for the shape I’m in
Its just a game you see me play

Only real in the way
That I feel from day to day

Although the answer is not unknown
I’m searchin’, searchin’, and how I’ve grown
It’s not a way to say goodbye

And the world on a string
Doesn’t mean a thing

No, the world on a string
Doesn’t mean a thing
It’s only real in the way
That I feel from day to day
From day to day…

I Know It’s Over

Sunday, April 15th, 2007

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I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well

Enough said

Still I cling
I don’t know where else I can go
Oh …

Oh Mother,
I can feel the sorrow

See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?

Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
Though she needs you
More than she loves you

I know it’s over; still I cling
I don’t know where else I can go
Over, it’s over, it’s over, and it’s over
Over and over, la …

I know it’s over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real

And you even spoke to me, and said:

“If you’re so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight?
And if you’re so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight?
If you’re so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight?
If you’re so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight?
I know …
‘Cause tonight is just like any other night
That’s why you’re on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they’re in each other’s arms…”

It’s so easy to laugh
It’s so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind

Over, over, over, over

It’s so easy to laugh
It’s so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over

Love is natural and love is real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love

Love is natural and real
But not for such as you and I, my love

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Back On My Star

Sunday, April 15th, 2007

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Baby I’m back on my star
Hoping to find what I left up there
I haven’t been thinking of you
Today

And mainly I’m back on my star
Doing my best to rebuild my life
I haven’t been thinking of you
At all

All my old recurring themes
Reappeared as if to guide me home
Or to fill the empty pages of the book
And the hours that I spend on my own

It’s like nothing that I’ve ever known

Well I’m out of your world
You’ve probably found someone new by now
It’s taken me longer to start
Again

And so my view is more detached
Now I can see you from across the sky
And I’ve been trying to convince myself
Of this:

That your face doesn’t burn in my eye
And I miss you so bad I could die

Maybe I’m back on my star
It isn’t the way I remember it
I haven’t been thinking of you at all
At all

Sheila Take A Bow

Friday, April 13th, 2007

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Is it wrong to want to live on your own?
No, it’s not wrong - but I must know
How can someone so young
Sing words so sad?

Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear!
And don’t go home tonight
Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you
The one that you love and who loves you
Oh no don’t…

Is it wrong not to always be glad?
No, it’s not wrong - but I must add
How can someone so young
Sing words so sad?

Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear!
And don’t go home tonight
Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you
The one that you love and who loves you

Take my hand and off we stride…
Oh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…
You’re a girl and I’m a boy
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…
Take my hand and off we stride
Oh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…
I’m a girl and you’re a boy
La, la, la, la, la, la, …

Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow
La, la, la, la, la …
Throw your homework onto the fire
Come out and find the one that you love
Come out and find the one you love

Back To The Old House

Tuesday, April 10th, 2007

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I would rather not go
Back to the old house
I would rather not go
Back to the old house
There’s too many
Bad memories
Too many memories
There…
There…
There…

When you cycled by
Here began all my dreams
The saddest thing I’ve ever seen
And you never knew
How much I really liked you
Because I never even told you
Oh, and I meant to

Are you still there?
Or have you moved away?
Or have you moved away?
Oh…

I would love to go
Back to the old house
But I never will
I never will…
I never will…
I never will…

Touched To Be Sure

Tuesday, April 10th, 2007

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I’m only someone who thinks of you
And all these thoughts replaced in time
I’ve passed bad signs

Come over the black wall clawed down
Stress signals scramble
Sound waves blur

I’m touched to be sure

Big slick shit city
Ain’t my girls pretty
If I’m not right I must be sick

But sick I must be
For right I am not
Gag if you hear me

The right hand sits smoking
The left one is strange
I visit the broadcast
In darkness
When actually I see

My girl pretty

Drive-thru windows smash my eyelids
Airborne housing makes me fly
How they prance you in your nightmask
Betroom fingers whore the world

Makes it really hold that island
Makes me really blow my siren