Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Dan Mariska - Set Back


we're not on the same altitude
listen close here's what you're gonna do
oh it's such a set back
fat chance you wake up feeling glad

everything just seems to make me mad
people talking about the things they have
maybe you should take a second
and think about what you believe in

just a second all by yourself
to think about somebody else
but you messed it up...

people talking all these things at me
some still don't seem to get what they need
fair is what you make it
so then just go and grab that cash

and now everything feels bad
says the hole that's inside your chest
oh it's such a set back
fat chance you wake up feeling glad

yeah, it is the same mistakes
it's like this when I say it is
though we always miss
yeah, we always miss

The Beach Boys - Wendy


Wendy, Wendy what went wrong
Oh so wrong
We went together for so long

I never thought a guy could cry
'Til you made it with another guy
Oh Wendy, Wendy left me alone
Hurt so bad

Wendy, Wendy don't lose your head
Lose your head
Wendy don't believe a word he says

I can't picture you with him
His future looks awful dim
Oh Wendy, Wendy left me alone
Hurt so bad

Wendy I wouldn't hurt you like that
No no no
I thought we had our love down pat
Guess I was wrong

The farthest thing from my mind
Was the day that I'd wake up to find
My Wendy
Wendy left me alone

Wendy, Wendy left me alone
Hurts so bad

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

A Ridiculous Man

a ridiculous man hence forth
we proclaim everyday
what's a country, then what fits?
a man as mountain molded
into a mountain's top
no idea of when to stop

just for illusions sake
stare into the eyes
when it finally wakes
it's okay, calm inside
invested away
one moment stays
for now…

equal in intensity
in a new department
no single hill is so
easy to climb
you'll find in time
a ridiculous man
hence forth

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Nomeansno - Two Lips, Two Lungs And One Tongue


He kept trying
He kept trying
But he couldn't find out
Why he couldn't stop crying

Only so many songs can be sung
With two lips, two lungs and one tongue

She kept praying
She kept praying
That she would understand
What she was saying

Only so many songs can be sung
With two lips, two lungs and one tongue

He kept dreaming
He kept dreaming
Of the day they'd realize
What he was feeling

Only so many songs can be sung
With two lips, two lungs and one tongue

Dysphoria

dysphoria painted
other colors
dysphoria demanded
first in line
talking of leisure
talking of time
body accessed
brain denied

dysphoria deemed
not for pleasure
dysphoria commands
another world
last to conquer
last to know
hiding shoulders
creeping slow

dysphoria gated
rewind the time
dysphoria clamps
mine inside
partial control
partial below

dysphoria painted
other colors
dysphoria demanded
first in line
talking of leisure
talking of time
body accessed
brain denied
body accessed
brain denied

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Jawbox - Cutoff


unhealing incisions,
path that turns vicious,
a recurring sequence
or an unbroken line,
it makes no difference
to the one that's analyzed,
it's all fate so be resigned.

converging to unfortunate ends,
all plots acknowledged and denied,
convey awareness of upcoming goodbyes
what's the difference to the one that's analyzed?
it's all false so be resigned.

cutoff

It's Not Comfort She Needs

a lie that hides
behind cold blue-red eyes
to cover any answer
not willing to be questioned
I've got a lot of questions
not hurt but disappointed
a year of no focus
sadness over fury

it's more floating
than grounded
more confused
than assured
using a shield
as a blunt weapon
not as was intended
but to avoid what is real

can it be unveiled
behind a fury of lies
lies not meant to hurt
but to not be hurt
sometimes life is pain
sometimes life is strange
but can honesty trump
everything you name
yes, I am not always right

it's more than this
waking blindly
more "poor girl"
blindly feeling sorry
show no pity
it's not comfort
she needs

Friday, March 27, 2015

Yeasayer - Madder Red


Even when my luck is down
I take joy in knowing that our love grows
But if my vices are a burden
Please don't let me off
Cast me from your home

'Cause lately I've wronged you
And not been on your side, love
Maybe I've been gone
Please don't ask me why

I turn away just when you want me
And I know that home is where you want me
There's not much for me there

Never gave a thought to an honorable living
Always had sense enough to lie
It's getting hard to keep pretending
I'm worth your time

To Except What Comes

in dark corner
she shines out
talk of talking
it's immediate
wanted her now
brightest thing
it shines through
everything horrible
I was in love
almost immediately
more than past
no futures cast
such a long shadow
absolutely willing
to except what comes
if it's lonely
if it's love
we move on
as we should
something in corner
hiding that pain
in defense, in crying
hiding that shame
but no matter
she's special
but hurting
can't cure
wanted to help
but can't help you

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Mention You

sweet cold untouched
eyes forever
seeing too much
blank foundation
unearth unchained
happiness gained
in prose in heart
everything apart
it falls no wait
behind the same
singing but sound
nowhere to be found
over and fingers
mingle in dark
red eyes close
no fucking heart
share but silent
word not found
but a whisper
completely gone
it's incoherent
stock in shape
formless but formed
ignore the same
in name so named
sounds like mine
but half of it
where nothing is
an eerie ghost
as wind or whistle
past future now
embrace that
saving that
it will continue
always moves slow
but patients awaits
to no ones fate
lips circled on
a little target
it's red and wrinkled
it's inviting soon
from sun to moon
from mention you
trust miss over
in some love
it's hand in eye
it's eye in glove
listen so easily
shut up for once
trust no one
it's fall back
comfort place
or escape
you will embrace
far to face
close to scar
opening a wound
been bandaged poor
kiss the cut
rest in its rut
too sad cold
sweet cold poor
shaped it true
but left more
and no hope
there always is
hope and honor
wrapped in one kiss

Sad Days Will Divulge The Truth

a victim makes victims of others
detached and a darkness inside
covered up, pretty with make up and
a new bed with no attachment
when beauty becomes ugly
it's only a mask to disguise
everything you can only ignore
or imagine or forget or hide
it makes it easy to be angry
and anger is a comfort
another way to run
when running is all you know
it's a blanket of steel and iron
a lie is a lie is a lie is to deny
and you're not as good of a liar as you think
but can't think in a haze of denial
so selfish and no regard for pain
if it's your own or someone's
selfishness loses and gains
it's sad, it's hopeless but can change
it can help and hide what's inside
keep you blind and trap yourself
you don't grow but change for some sake
but nothing is worth changing
if you don't face why
it's empathy and caring and truth
something passed from yourself
to someone that you want to
where real growth is measured
in deeds you pass on to youth
but how can you teach any lessons
when you don't do those things for you
a victim is not a victim if they choose
to use the anger for good
and not redirect that anger at you
sad days will devolve
sad days will dissolve
sad days will evolve
sad days will divulge
the truth

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Everyone Deserves It

with clear mind and glass between
it's seen as a moment passed
right before your eyes
when love is passed it's moment
it's not tragedy seen
but it is tragedy felt
in a breeze, far beyond me
her hair blows around her face
and her nose looks down at me
and her past lashes like a tornado
but I'll ride it like a wild horse
it's wounded, a sadness so deep
buried, last, in a dark past
it's hard to look from the outside
even through the glass
but love, anyway, everyone deserves it

Billy Bragg - Accident Waiting To Happen


I've always been impressed with a girl

Who could sing for her supper and get breakfast as well

That's the way I am, heaven help me

He said, we don't like peace campaigners 'round here

As he nailed another one to the wall

And that's what gets me in trouble, heaven help me

Goodbye and good luck to all the promises you've broken


Goodbye and good luck to all the rubbish that you've spoken

Your life has lost it's dignity, it's beauty and it's passion

You're an accident waiting to happen

There you are standing at the bar


And you're giving me grief about the D-D-R

And that chip on your shoulder gets bigger as you get older

One of these night you're gonna get caught,

It'll give you a pregnant pause for thought

You're a dedicated swallower of fascism

Time up and time out for all the liberties you've taken


Time up and time out for all the friends that you've forsaken

And if you choose to waste away like death is back in fashion

You're an accident waiting to happen

And my sins are so unoriginal


I have all the self-loathing of a wolf in sheep's clothing

In this carnival of carnivores,

Heaven help me

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

I Am Pain

I am pain
it's alone agony, lies and no empathy

I am pain
leave everything behind now
run away because a face is
unfaceable and pain is available
and you can't recognize pain

I am pain
it's empty as some St. Paul street

I am pain
a hollow in locked and bound
a semi-translucent heart found
ignore it and be in agony
face it and rip your sleeves off

I am pain
though but what misery joy is clear

I am pain
beyond fear it's not a mirror
can you see though theory
a teacher or student or terror
a life cowering in minds corner

I am pain
or whatever you want to see me as

I am pain
in pain or projecting out of mouth
and an animals eye sees only fear
only what it wants itself to hear
but it's all internal, it's there forever

I am health
though maybe the only one

I am health
not healthy but healing
more ready since time goes
been and seen everything or most
and refuse to be anyone's ghost

Monday, March 23, 2015

Lifetime - Young Loud & Scotty - Irony Is For Suckers



Young, Loud and Scotty

Is it silly to think that this will never happen again?
But of course I'll call you tonight.
Did you know you missed my birthday?
The loneliest it gets is when the wind begins to chill.
And when I stand at the top of your old street, the church top brings a stillness to me.
And I can't think of anything I'd rather do
than have my heart broken by you. Could we be saved by inventions and hopes?
Cause I'm not all right.
The night seems to swallow me whole
and spits out second guessing.
I remember ever since that first day that I saw you on the street.
I've always wanted you in the worst way,
but now I can't compete.
And I'm so...
and you're so...
we're both so all fucked up.
I don't know but what to do.
It just makes me want to scream.
Isn't it about time that we try and get it right.
Cause I can't sleep on no more floors
and I can't stay up no more nights.
I'd like to know what's going on.
Could you please pick up the phone?
I started one million letters to you
but I couldn't finish any of them.


Irony Is For Suckers

Tonight try not to think about things,

Just be happy for one night.

And maybe we could go get a drink

Or maybe you could take me for a drive.

I could show you where I used to live

And where I had my first smoke.
I wonder if you think of things now.

I'm confused about everything.

It's just sometimes I don't mind.

You tell me everything keeps changing,

But you know that sometimes it just seems like you're complaining.

You ask a million questions.
It seems so never ending.

You know sometimes I just wish you'd shut your trap.
Let's forget work and let's just listen to The Clash
cause I can wait, wait forever now.


Put it down.

Let's just walk away from everything cause it can't last forever.

I can see you're running out of patience with me.

Irony is for suckers.


Wait for me.

I just need a little bit of time cause I can wait for you.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Radiohead - All I Need








I'm the next step
Waiting in the wings
I'm an animal
Trapped in your hot car
I am all the days
That you choose to ignore

You are all I need
You' re all I need
I'm in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds

I am a moth
Who just wants to share your light
I'm just an insect
Trying to get out of the night
I only stick with you
Because there are no others

You are all I need
You're all I need
I'm in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds

It's all wrong, it's all right
It's all wrong, it's all right
It's all wrong, it's all right
It's all wrong, it's all right
It's all, it's all

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Just For You (Here's A Love Song)

I've never written a love song
I've always found them contrived
being able to express honestly
and openly and to open ears
and to be understood clearly
and without the mystery of artistic expression
without sounding contrived
it would be a gift

if I could tell you I love you
within the context of art
if I could express myself
open and clearly
as I could show physically
if you could believe me
it would be a gift
because music has more power
sometimes
more power than a squint
than a letter or a flower
than longing eyes
if you would believe me

maybe all the things I've tried
to convince you to love me
could come down to a simple
verse and melody
maybe you'd want me
if I could convey honestly
within harmony
what I feel in a song
something easy for you
to listen to

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Another Forced Lesson

took some sleeping pills
took some time
needed something to stop
all the pain in the stomach
the thoughts that burrow
inside
inside and out
it's the constant dreams
not stoic
but toxic
it's not healthy
but not pain
it's not healthy
a hole that's literally felt

every moment that sleep will come
I'm awoken by the images
shadows of a spine and back
and shoulders and neck
of someone you will always love
every thought that includes
turns and twists and falls
something that's missing
it's not just a feeling, it's true
thinking it's a memory false
but knowing a memory
knowing a reality
but can't face reality without you

took a moment to see
the warnings on the bottle
looks like it'll be fine
it'll all be fine
where no one goes
not afraid to go there
we can not be afraid
at least not on purpose
it's dark and cold
not easy to breath
seeing what's to see
another forced lesson
forced to learn
but I'm sick of learning

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Needs No Proof

when it's a hole in your stomach and emotions and shoulders warble
when it's a hole deep in your psyche and the things used to plug it
are poison disguised as progress and an illusion held dear
there is no fear but it feels like it's there
there is no pain but it feels like something hurtful
a poison so quick you wonder why it's taking so long

when it's dizzy and chaos and the security of insecurity there
when it's barbed by the hair that circles everything
a daily reminder of no progress being made
a daily reminder of a made up shame
will it be shallowed in the pit of that stomach true?
will it kill you or slump down to remind me of you?

when it's gone and glory and healthy in most ways
when it turns from the worst nights into better days
in case you remember the slight shudder of alone
in case it's used to do nothing but hide from the truth
a once wrecked nervous system relaxes into itself
and the only thing that's left needs no proof
 

Friday, January 23, 2015

A List Of Demands

speak in our mains
it feels the same
biting the lips that you kiss
saying your name
close in our minds
talking some time
pointless, it's always shifts and

spoil the last trick
feel your direction shift
it's all just in your head

hold in your hand
a list of demands
biting the fingers that you have
cursing the words
to blame and to serve
pulling closer in
the corners shift again

spoil the last trick
feel your direction shift
it's all just in your head
it's all just in your head

it's all just in your head
it's all just in your head

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Untitled (okay?)

where is the shortest way forward?
it's okay that you're not okay, defend it
welcome home, there's a home here for you
in paper, in writing, in sleeping in, in in in
little baby new, little lady blue
there's no hope for you
until you are home
there no floor in finds
rewind suitcases and bath robed
shoulders square, complexion fair
love is all around and it's okay
teeth saying what mouths can't say
where is the shortest way forward?

A Militant Idiot

the blast of ignorance stands in your way
small beads of sweat take over your face
the longest wait
there is no debate
an animal crouched in it's cage

a militant idiot
stand arm to arms
to never forget

use the arms to defend the face
every weapon takes it's toll
the longest wait
there is no debate
march hand in hand and to your face

a militant idiot
stand arm to arms
to never forget
you can't change a damn mind

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Are You Sure You Can Speak In Any Tense You Want To? (depression and loss)

It seems like a whole lifetime ago. And more so it seems cliché to say that.

I hated Andy Richardson. For a small amount of time I hated him.

This hate was misdirected though. You see, his wife Marisa and I were once married for a short year and were in a relationship for almost 8 years. Toward the later half of our relationship I had become more and more depressed and in a haze. That sort of depression and haze were you aren't even aware you are in it. I lived my day to day life, made music, hung out with friends, worked from time to time but slowly and surely I was sinking deeper and deeper. I found myself sleeping on the couch or sometimes even at my practice space after a long night of making music. Not wanting to go home. Not wanting to face reality as it had come to be. My depression, in hindsight, had caused me to do destructive things. I started to look for a way out of my life as it was. My eyes and later myself became drawn to other woman. I quit my job almost at the same instant they decided to fire me. I was rejecting friends, my wife, my family. Looking back I can't even remember all the terrible ways I must have acted but, I was in a haze. One that was hard to see 3 feet in front of your nose. The story of my depression goes much deeper than that but doesn't it always?

After dealing with me like this for most of our one year long marriage Marisa had decided she'd had enough. She was "done".  One day she sat me down and said something to the effect that she did not know what was going on with me but she couldn't handle it anymore and did not want to be with me. This, like a brick to the face, hit me so violently and blindly that it shook me out of my haze. All at once I started to see all the things I had done, the way I was acting, the bullshit I'd let not just my life but both our lives become. I was in shock. I tried not to give up. I thought maybe I could save this. I was desperate to for a time. We both went to counseling separately under the assumption that we would go together soon. This never happened. She was done and I had to except that, which I eventually did. It was hard. Very hard but I had no choice but to move on. Moving on was not easy. Most of our friends were extremely angry with me. Where once most of them had said they would not take sides in the matter most did. I still haven't spoken to a lot of those people for more than 10 years now. Some stuck with me and some new people had come out of the woodwork to support me. I'm forever grateful to those people. There is always someone in need and some people are able to take themselves out of a situation and look from a distance and see what really needs to be done.

She had said when we were signing our divorce papers that she was done with relationships and marriage as an idea and wanted to change everything in her life. I rolled my eyes. She soon closed her business down which she had worked tirelessly on. She moved out, of course, and while I could still hear her words echoing in my ears about never being in a relationship again she started dating Andy Richardson. This pissed me off. It wasn't that she was dating or dating him. Andy and I had never been friends. I'd known him from the punk rock scene in our Twin Cities. He played in some bands I quite liked and was friends with many people I knew. He was always sort of quiet. Sometimes kind of an asshole but I always knew him to not be malicious. Quiet people are often seen as asshole by people who don't know them. I knew him to be loyal and strong willed as well as a great taste in art and music. I surprised my at the time when I, one morning after a rather idiotic night, received a phone called from Andy telling my I acted like a real asshole the night before and he was being a bit threatening. I had apparently written my name in the dirt on the back window of Marisa's car. This was an asshole thing to do to be sured. I didn't then but now completely understand his anger and his protectiveness but at the time was outraged this little punk who, in my eyes, my ex wife had gone off to, was calling me and threatening me. I quickly calmed down about the incident but harbored malice toward Andy about it. I never spoke to him in person or on the phone again after that. Now I respect the hell out of him for calling me on my bullshit.

A year or so went by. I slowly got better with my depression. Sometimes slowly got down again and once again better. This is how depression works for me: the world slowest roller coaster. A gradual climb and then descend to rather tall bits and rather shallow bits. It's something I've gotten quite good at recognizing over the years as well as handling.
So, a year or so goes by and I hear that Andy and Marisa are getting married. I stopped. Thought. Laughed. I wasn't angry anymore. Not even close. I only found humor in looking back to her statement about marriage. I didn't find it ironic or idiotic. I found it, for lack of a better term, pleasing. I was happy she hadn't given up hope on something at one point she had really wanted. I was cleared. My mind was. I had already started to move on, rather quickly looking back, but I know now that it was all very much behind me even then. I don't remember completely but around New Years of that year I called her and just said I was happy for her. I truly meant it. She had taught me something so valuable, so life changing, to recognize my feelings and beware of what my depression could do to me, others and sometimes people I don't even know. I was happy for Andy because he was lucky enough to have the love of a good person that wanted him. I was over it. All of a sudden I had realized I had no hostility toward Andy and that I was just placing blame for my own actions somewhere else. What a relief.

My life has gone slowly up and down dealing with depression, just like the worlds slowest roller coaster. Over all I'm very well and have been for some time. Of course their are peaks and valleys but the over all threshold of happiness is much higher. I see things clearer and that partly thanks to Marisa.

From time to time I would see those two. Once they both came to a show of a band I was in with a mutual friend of Andy and me. He wouldn't say anything. I would nod and maybe he would nod back. I understood. I'm sure it was awkward for him. I didn't find it strange but understood if it was for him. Maybe he was still upset with me? I don't know. Marisa at one show stood up front and rocked out the way she used to at other bands I've been in at shows. It was nice. One particular outdoor show we played a few years ago in their neighborhood of Northeast Minneapolis I looked over to the sidewalk and there was Marisa and Andy and her belly. She had to be at least 7 months pregnant. I ruined my whole angry old punk singer persona and all I could do was smile the rest of the set. That made my week. They were out of my life and not even in my peripheral most of the time but it was nice to know things were seeming well. I knew she was cutting hair in Northeast and Andy was working for a great company that creates some of the coolest guitar effect pedals in the world. They don't pass through my mind much but when they do I smile.

The day after Labor Day morning I woke up early, as I do, and looked at all my internet things, as I do. I notice that a effect pedal company from another state I follow has reposted a paragraph that Marisa had written about Andy being missing all day. Soon after Andy's boss posted. Then our mutual good friend. Then more people posted about the missing Andy. That he'd been missing since Labor Day morning and to please get in contact if you see him. My heart raced a little bit and I reposted the data and information figuring maybe he was somewhere and spreading the news I could help in a little way to find him. Slowly all Tuesday after Labor Day (24 hours after he'd been missing) I start getting text messages from friends asking if I had heard that Andy was missing. Of course. We may not be in each others lives but I want to know when people I care for are worried or hurting, and I do care for Andy and Marisa. At some point someone posts they have found his car near the river. People are all headed to the area to search and soon after that Marisa posts to call off the search and the family and police will handle it. My heart dropped. I needed to know what was happening. Was he found? Was he okay? Moments later Andy boss says he's been found but his condition is unknown. I almost breathed a bit of relief. No idea what was going on but at least hey found him and in any condition that's better then not finding him at all. It seemed like good news.

I spent the rest of the day trying to get work done. Although distracted I was able to get a little done. Progress is nice. In the early evening my lovely lady and I went for a nice walk around our beautiful neighborhood. I checked my phone once in a while to see if there were any updates. Between glaring at my phone and glaring at my lovely lady noticing how beautiful she looked in the evening sun and taking photos on my phone of funny little bits of graffiti that pop up from time to time in this neighborhood I thought of Andy and Marisa and started to get rather frightened. Toward the end of our walk it was confirmed from a friend via text message that Andy was dead and had somehow killed himself.

I somehow knew something awful was going on. I didn't want to admit it to myself. All day I thought terrible things. He was carjacked and killed. He was in a horrible accident but not suicide. How could that be? On the surface to an outsider like me Andy's life seemed amazing. He had amazing things in his life. A really great job working in something I know he loves: music. An amazing wife and small boy. Why the fuck would he give that up? No one except the people closest to him would know the answers to those questions. I can speak of my experience with depression and how I know sometimes light just can't pass through your eyelids. No matter how hard you try to open them you can not. I was lucky, if that's the phrase I really mean, that I've always been able to let the light in somehow. I want to be here. After that horrible time in my life I would never let my chemical imbalances take full control of my actions. I do allow myself to be depressed sometimes. Just a few short years ago I was pretty far down in one of the valleys after a bad break up and what I saw to be a betrayal. I let myself be down, to think, to reconcile with my emotions and was able to pull out again. I thank Marisa for giving me the kick start to be able to do that. I thank Andy for having a life with her, someone I care about deeply and want the best always for, though now for reason I may never know it has been stopped. Depression, they say effects however many millions of people. I think depression effects every human on the planet in some form or another. Depression is an individual thing. I can speculate about their situation but It's only that. And honestly it's none of my damn business. I can only hope at it's best that this is another opportunity for growth for everyone that knew them. For anyone who knows of their story. I know it is for me.










Saturday, July 19, 2014

The Fleetwoods - Mr. Blue



Our guardian star lost all his glow
The day that I lost you
He lost all his glitter the day you said, no
And his silver turned to blue
Like him, I am doubtful that your love is true
But if you decide to call on me
Ask for Mr. Blue

I'm Mr. Blue

When you say you love me
Then prove it by goin' out on the sly
Provin' your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue

I'm Mr. Blue

When you say you're sorry
Then turn around, head for the lights of town
Hurtin' me through and through
Call me Mr. Blue

I stay at home at night
Right by the phone at night
But you won't call
And I won't hurt my pride


I won't tell you
Why you paint the town
A bright red to turn it upside down
I'm paintin' it too
But I'm paintin' it blue
Call me Mr. Blue

Before I Go

it feels the same
eyes welled and headache

it's something but sorrow, no
feeling home never home
it feels the same
left me before leaving you
men in fitted black suits
torture fingers dangle last
of the skin and beaten path

it's no fate to me alone
toes broken in my own home
never woken and sleep, no
before I go before I go 




inspired by this piece of music


Thursday, June 12, 2014

Chosen

she chose me
it's like music
most beautiful music 
shadowed in something
that should show no shadow
she chose me 
brighter than most
dancing with her fingers
I'm just trying not to trip
without condition 
not contrite 
she chose me
and I could melt

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Macy Shot A Cop

flow my tears
Macy shot a cop
lucky shot, Macy
it's a lucky shot
flow my tears
Macy got a lot
a face full of mace
lucky break, Macy, 

lucky break

she can't stop
Macy shot a cop

flow my tears
Macy shot a cop
big girl on the block
whiter flag and bigger cock
flow my tears
Macy moves a drop
bullets moving all too slow
hazel eyes and nowhere to go

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Home

wander around towards left, it's home, slightly skewed
in some pants left on a rock, boiled dry, if you can do that
past midnight but it's not dead like once said, it's a new day
a day for some hours and a second half is new pants and a shave

"throw off your chain-link fences, it's a masquerade"!
"it's a suburban tense-fit, a place for blonde ladies to scream"

no one pays this advice many dimes, only half an ear if lucky
because a home is a hole or a place to split and cold if lucky
and where your heart is buried there and a hair in your rear
it's warm, I like it, I'm comfortable there and I'm not being snotty

Friday, February 14, 2014

The La's - There She Goes



there she goes
there she goes again
racing thru' my brain

and i just can't contain

this feelin' that remains

there she blows

there she blows again
pulsing thru' my vein

and i just can't contain

this feelin' that remains

there she goes, there she goes again

she calls my name, pulls my train
no-one else could heal my pain

and i just can't contain

this feelin' that remains

there she goes

there she goes again
chasing down my lane

and i just can't contain

this feelin' that remains

Saturday, February 8, 2014

A Half Hour Of Sweating

to make rivers walk 
isn't asking for blood
border line in waves: brave
but toes cold and ass warm
we've fought smaller wars
we've slept on harder floors
we've stole everything
a service station has 
but it's time now see?
it's the woman home
it's something love
now offers it didn't before 
and the war is just a trip
toll ways, no ways
an old coffee or shut eye
some music isn't heard
for men baked in snow
or sand or walls pained black
it's easier to go back
home is where you'd care
when you are standing there
blank eyed, forgetting 
why I do everything lonely
for a half hour of sweating

Thursday, January 30, 2014

No One Is Safe Anymore

you've seen it in green and gray paper folded in half
rolled over paper man in boats go away sometimes
it's really a shame to say and walking away, so it is
you've seen dollars, as a fly on the wall bullied and beaten
but who eats them and why do we allow that anyway?
we could tear from the stomachs, make them ache, take
but is it taking when you deserve something just for being born?


"cry out people"

burn a torch or a flag or some book you've never read"

"cry out mourners" 

"to the place you were born or the place you lay your head"

what is read to you or through speakers is mostly bullshit anyway
the deep eyes, lying and trying to be mournful but memory remains
you can say paper man burns easy but flesh smells worse
say you are one, what do you do to fight instead of fists?
brilliant answers come to one to all and everyone knows this
tuck away in a moist and dirty pocket you call a bank
the mostly illusion; it's security by brick and mortar and bond
no one is done, on one is on, no one is safe anymore

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Missing

missing, I used this with some meaning meant to be proper
it's worn a form used to delegate and dismantle in long form
walking up to a feeling and telling it's your disgrace you giggle
it's a wild evening in May, enhanced by so many faces
you couldn't possible keep track but strike matches on arms
as not a single reminder but as fire can only do to you
it's a remainder of a reminder that something hot can bring
missing, it's my head right up a hole and hanging on
air slowly passing my lips to become something to slap away
but it's only about one or two feet out that I know
it's was something I never really meant to say

in the late days of May after so much has passed on
even in the springtime smells and births that happen
it's a painting or evidence or display of emotion
once to be walked back but now to be cradled and cared
you don't need to be scared, you don't need to be feared
honestly you just may need a swift kick in the rear
it's was once sought after and cherished like devotion
but now it's just a simple matter of trying to survive
mocked in motion, dropping from my mouth quickly
instead of carried as if on wings by spring air
no one cares, but you do, I know you so

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Two Armed Man III

"it's not like you crack your head on purpose
but when you happen to it's a ballet, like swan lake:
so overtly dramatic, charming to the types that are charmed
ugly and grotesque, to those that indulge in that ugliness
what is left open and bleeding after days of healing
will never heal, mend, combine, the way it ought to
you see your thoughts floating away, and if you could think
you would think 'were are they going'?
and would think 'what was I thinking'?
you would think 'did any of those thoughts matter'?
but slipping through cracks in your head
you would never know what they said"

he slumped down in a chair
put there to hold up his back

"you've got but two arms, if you are lucky
you've got one, with hand, to hold it together
you've got one, with hand, to wave in distress
and if you are luckier you've got a voice left
perhaps a notion, a few eyes and consciousness
that the last few seconds you spend on breath
you've got phony philosophy read in books
published by cronies looking for a buck
you've got 6 six-guns on your chest
you've got some sinking notion of social unrest
whatever it is you have got, you've got a lie
perpetrated by yourself and those who believe you"

he leaned back and smelled another rose
just to give the appearance of a man of leisure

Friday, January 10, 2014

Two Armed Man II

"it's not like the ugly, eternal, but always"
"it's not like beauty, realism, is pretty"
he was choking out these things,
laughing out a really, honesty terrible tear
take out the elbow of each arm
place them on the table
you can hold your head in there
you can be ugly, unpretty, not afraid

"it's not deserving, it's stress, but always"
"it's not just fear of your fathers blood"
he was spitting out this time
the droll and deoxyribonucleic acid
they were overwhelming too
to a two armed man, both arms
on a dinner table knowing something
about an inner and outer ugly

"it's not like you leave, alone, empty"
"it's not like violence, fear, anger"
he was, as a river, face almost melting
fresh water tears, almost fake
pulling patches from old sweaters
acting as if ballerina, lucky dancing
is dancing, as heaving, just for you
no one dances for you

Two Armed Man

once in the arms of a two armed man
sitting back, drunk all the beer
"call me a black ambulance" he said
"the kind that can camouflage itself"

"it's just fine for us to embrace" he said
he calls back to whomever or where ever
or whenever in his past that made it okay
"it's just that kind of day, I guess"

he's buying military surplus, stockpiles
"never has a cloud been darker" he said
"it's not like war is inevitable, just too common"
drunken wisdom seems wiser when you're drunk

back in his arms, now one is missing
a one armed, fear mongering half man
"I lost it in the war of the mind, in time"
he said as if we were to believe him

it's an angry snake, this arm
it's a bar, like one in Milwaukee
slow and orange bricked, sad
no one is worrying about anything

you could pass, over or out
sort it out you miserable sack
"it's not that we sorely mistake or lack"
he said "we just want to relax"

when his war is over and won or lost
it doesn't matter honestly, either way
warn it's war sleeves seems in me
it's probably time to go home forever 

"call me a car" he said
"it's summer, there's nothing to do"
"I'm dressing like a goddamn banker now
and so should you"

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Communicate

life is more complicated 
than just words
I hope we all would
wish, us all would
communicate more
more complicated
these words can't
but try and strive
and no word is
rule or reason
it's just a word
or a string of words
that just can't honestly 
communicate it all
never the less 
they are 
a very good start

Friday, December 27, 2013

Where Skin Peels Back

where the vanishing spaces
disclose where they live
it's a box, as flesh
or at least in color
it's fresh and
maybe only sometimes
in it's shape
it's a whole trick to be pulled
it's maybe an illusion
but it's pulled right out
and presented to you
all wrapped up and glorious

thank you
thank you for the time
thank you for your life
you can thank her for the watch
thrown into the crowd every night

where can you buy time?
I'd like to purchase some more
you work hard for nothing
not for purpose to be explored
life, when asking for meaning
spits in your face
it's cute like that
and conjuring
and not as deep
as one would expect
asking to please not to
step on it's neck

in these eyes: you
on your mouth: you
in some portrait:  you
and it's easy
too easy to forget

where skin peels back
and reveals a beating heart
it passes around
from one to the other
and I've found where it rests
for as long in any head
I've found a place to rest
my tattooed hearts
I've found a place to be dead
it's a passing sun over lesson
it's moon struck in your presence
clutching chest with eyes wide and wild

it's a forest of leaves
presented as steps
the journey is long
but could be longer
if only it was longer

where is that place in mind
that holds me?
it's rated, not by numbers
but in scars or nightmares
"clearly, woman of the year"
and I want to be held
but a woman with no fear
but a woman scared, shaking
forever a fiancé
but what is a woman anyway?
put you heads together
and let me know

Friday, December 13, 2013

Untitled

a ridiculous man hence forth
I proclaim everyday to be
what's country, then what fits
a man is mountain molded
into a mountain's top
just for illusions sake
stare into her eyes
when you finally wake
and it's okay there
it is calm and collected
and a shoe or shower 
invested away
one moment away
a meal or a mountain
equal in it's intensity 
a baby or an apartment
weighing the same
no one single hill
is ever to hard too climb

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Etta James - At Last

''Etta James'' - 'At Last' from Mikel Àngel Rotger (mlkconcept) on Vimeo.

At last, my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song

At last, the skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you

I found a dream, that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known

You smiled, you smiled
Oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
for you are mine...

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

To Be Stable Once In A While

these are only trapped inside
it's a little white, a little sharp
once it explodes it's everywhere
and it's a struggle to keep it in
wrapped in warm arms
or wrapping my arms
either way it's not normal
it is way beyond normal

it is way too good to be normal
it is why it's no matter, collapses
to tear out that thought
is harder and more like a wall
than I could remember
it's why I'm in love in a way
it's two sides, opposed
and I love both of them
but one side a little more
the one that inside is wise
and on outside is beauty
the one side that's not me
self timer with passing time
that could go forward
for the sake of myself

wants to flash forward
to see what will be
not to break in some sabotage
but remember why those eyes
stare right back at me
to be stable once in a while
it is all I could want:
to be stable once in a while

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Eels - Manchild


And every time you crave for me I'm here
And anything you hunger for I'll share
And I will be quietly standing by
While slowly I am dying inside

Hold me in your arms
And let me be the one who can feel
Like I am a child in love

Every time I talk to you you're down
And every time you need a laugh I'm around
And when you forget I'm here I'm not
It isn't really me that you forgot

Hold me in your arms
And let me be the one who can feel
Like I am a child in love

Whisper now
And tell me how you'll watch me
And tell me somehow I'm gonna be alright

Friday, December 6, 2013

Slowly Melting

the eyes are ingrained 
it's all I can think about 
sometimes 
shape and space
the blue, it's true
really melts my heart
as I'm floating
the hands are softer
than mine
it's all I can think about 
sometimes
when they 
extended to me
and are touching me
it's time away
it's not living with me
it's not anything
in particular she says
to me
sometimes it's just 
the way she says it
that makes me 
turn off my eyes
and turn in my mind
and melt slowly

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Holiday Song

devil dealed
it's in a back room
where you groom
and everything looks the same
if you look for it there
you'll find something
so hideous
so repulsive
you won't be able
to turn your eyes away
it's a holiday, or was one
it's free drinks
on the club owners dime
it's playing every song
in fucking four/four time
but at least you were playing

his name is the same
as every other one
it's simple and easy
to remember
your parents can
easily understand
well mine? it's a bit odd
and I'm crossed eyed
unlike the other guys
when using your hands
to probe in the dark
for what you demand
for a chord or two
looking out, it's easy
into all those blank eyes
staring back at you

once I sent a message
so mistook
so unintended
so stupid
it rattled the lose skin
off every boyfriend
soon to be husband
I don't regret it
though I do regret
the meaning
but not the consequence
and look back and laugh
at how stupid you were
to take it seriously
it must be so difficult
to be you

devil deal sympathy
it's not easy
and I hope the lives lived
are long and hopeful
not what songs describe
but it's in the details
the wrinkled eyes
from stress and family
and some expectation
of what's put on you
and a holiday spent
crying in your room
or on an abandoned stage
left empty to appease
the blank eyes
starting back at you

Monday, November 25, 2013

Looking Eyes

whist by
whisked off
hands over
hand
crossed together
looking eye
one blurred
over two blurry
one body
over the other
one many
two marry
rounder
as whole
as two
can hope to be
shape spaced
next to me
mind-scaped
thank you please
and it's words
where's meaning?
descriptions
don't apply
looking eyes
are all
the meaning
looks in eye
deeper
than the blue
more than
what's said
more than
in bed
more than
hope ever
truly allowed
or ever thought
could be

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Clarity

clarity 
love and 
everything with it
clear as day
for you 
have it
I have you
and you have me

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Self-Induced

when it's tossed aside
meant to pay no mind
and it's a naked lie
meant to hide
another naked thigh
it's white and innocent
and doesn't hurt at all
I see inside
I steal information
it's not meant at all
but it's on purpose 
the meaning is nigh
it's not a word you use
if you meant it to
I understand it all
someone told me you...

it's anxiety and I
it's a turning in my stomach
it's self-induced
I hope for sometimes
wishing it alone
wishing it gone
when alone
is all I want
I don't need it
it's crying to kill
it's ignoring something
less important
it's praising something
I should never praise
it's saving something
I never wanted to save

and it's ugly
it's not you it's me
it's something to see
a view from the floor
that everyone sees
from time to time
it's ones own anxiety
that leads onward
and inward
destructively
being at loss for words
and a shortness of breath
it's being old or death
a young man tease
that brings you back to me
or something like that hopefully

Friday, November 15, 2013

An Obelisk Of Everything You Think

those in monument
in close
in a moment
a small tribute
a monument
to yourself
there's not one
single inch
not completely
fascinating
not one thing to say
that really has to be said

fingers across
my head
my head
and everything in it
for you
those in wait
waiting too long
those inward
in monument
like an obelisk
of everything
you think

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Ceremony - Kiss Off (Violent Femmes cover)


I need someone a person to talk to
Someone who'd care to love
Could it be you could it be you
Situation gets rough then I start to panic
It's not enough it's just a habit
Hey kid your sick well darling this is it

You can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back I can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad but I won't mind
They'll hurt me bad they do it all the time


I hope you know this will go down
On your permanent record
Oh yeah well don't get so distressed
Did I happen to mention that I'm impressed

I take 1 cause you left me and
2 for my family and
3 for my heartache and
4 for my headaches and
5 for my lonely and
6 for my sorrow and
7 for no tomorrow and
8 I forget what 8 was for and
9 for a lost god and
10 for everything, everything, everything, everything

You can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back I can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad but I won't mind
They'll hurt me bad they do it all the time
Yeah yeah,yeah they do it all the time

Monday, November 4, 2013

Writing In Smiles

trying to find in some form
a word or two to describe
but writing in smiles is hard
and thanking you is easy
and accepting
hands in gloves
finger tips can't touch
feet crushing leaf
leaves turning red
you kissing me
trying to find a moment to sleep
while waking every hour or so
turning to nothing
and nothing turns back to me
it's time that's the enemy
not what you don't see
hand on bottom
over a cup of coffee
a heart in heart shape
a photo of her
is all I have somedays
and that is okay
it's patience they virtue
not what you go and grab
it's not what you want
and it sounds like a scam
either way is waiting
and that is okay

Friday, November 1, 2013

Astrud Gilberto & Stan Getz - The Girl From Ipanema


Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes ah
When she walks, she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes
Each one she passes goes, ah

Oh but he watch her so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her
Yes he would give his heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at him

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes he smiles
But she doesn't see

Oh but he sees her so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her
Yes he would give his heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at him

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes he smiles
But she doesn't see, she just doesn't see
No she does not see, but she does not see
She does not see, no she does not see

Thursday, October 31, 2013

In A Glance Or A Touch

it's sometimes hard to find
the space in the back of your mind
that buzzes and explodes
that shifts from left to right
knowing what one knows
and denying what you don't
subduing and sleeping and snow
holding and staring in the eyes
as one as two as no surprise
will you listen and smile?
will a frighted word leave a mile?
rest your head with me
for as long as I want?
an age to never age
in a furied fist locked in a cage
it's a point that comes to a head
where you rest your head
make it with me and don't
let it scare you or make you
that fist meant to protect
is mine for your keeping
and to use against anyone
that would do you harm
kept forever in a pocket

and it's those words I know
that are kept on the edge of tongue
because I'm frightened but not
of the meaning but the receiving
and of standing somewhere alone
with those words frozen
about three inches off the tongue
with no response, or one I want
and it's looks that tell me
"you know what I mean
and you know how I feel
and you know what I can't say
the same way you can't say
because we are both worried
about the same things
and it's the words that
will make it special"
because we act out
all we would say anyway
but in case you missed it
in a glance or a touch
I love you very much

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Al Green - Love And Happiness

Love and happiness
Something that can, make you do wrong

Make you do right, love
Love and happiness


Wait a minute something's going wrong

Someone's on the phone

Three o'clock in the morning
Talkin' about, how she can make it right

Well, happiness is when

You really feel good, about somebody
Nothing wrong with being in love with someone
Oh baby, love and happiness

You be good to me
I'll be good to you
We'll be together
We'll see each other
Walk away with victory
Oh baby, love and happiness


Make you do right, love'll make you do wrong

Make you come home early

Make you stay out all night long

The power of love
Wait a minute, let me tell you, about the power

The power of love, power, power

Make you do right, love'll make you do wrong
Love and happiness


Make you want to dance, love and happiness

Love is, wait a minute

Love is, walkin' together, talkin' together

Say it again, say it together

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Breath Those Words

behind glassed or plasticized
blue eyes, it melts, there's fire in there
it's warming to me and mine
under those eyes it's no place
I'd rather be under - there
love - it's a fire not said
legs - under or over my head
curling lips around, love
it's not dirty die to time
it's not filthy side or mine
sharing it's pitiful moments
and those are treasure
sadness - embrace it all
up and down and in the middle
it's all - celebrate it all
and when I breath what I mean
I will never regret - forget
words leaving my mouth



Monday, October 14, 2013

Waking Up Without

leg shaking, toes curl
there is that lip
cheekbones on fingertip
it's a privilege, I know

it's deep in the eyes
deep inside
shoulder to shoulder
staring her equally

one hundred mile walk
from tip of toes
to hip in hands
it understands, I know

and it's night
I, waking up,
dumbfounded, lost
needing those arms

it's holding looks
locks and books
a woman, real
arms in a coat jacket

and it's morning
I, waking up,
need to remember
not one hundred miles away

Talking Heads - Girlfriend Is Better


I, who took the money?

Who took the money away?

It's always showtime

Here at the edge of the stage

I, I, I wake up and wonder

What was the place, what was the name?

We wanna wait but here we go again

I takes over slowly

But doesn't last very long

I, no need to worry

Everything's under control
O U T but no hard feelings

What do you know? Take you away

We're being taken for a ride again

I got a girlfriend that's better than that

She has the smoke in her eyes

She's commin' up, going right through my home

She's gonna give me surprise

I think it's right, better than this
I think you can if you like

I gotta a girlfriend with bows in her hair

Nothing is better than that, is it?

Down, down in the basement

We hear the sound of machines

I, I, I'm driving in circles

Come to my senses sometimes

Why, why, why, why start it over?

Nothing was lost, everything's free

I don't care how impossible it seems

Somebody calls you but you cannot hear

Get closer to be far away

Hey only one look and that's all that it takes

Maybe that's all that we need
All that it takes, I'll get it right

All it takes, all that it's right

I got a girlfriend that's better than that

And she goes wherever she likes there she goes

I got a girlfriend that's better than that

Now everyone's getting involved

She's moving up going right through my heart

We might not ever get caught

Going right through try to stay cool

Going through, staying cool

I got a girlfriend she's better than that

And nothing is better than you
Wait a minute


I got a girlfriend that's better than this

And you don't remember at all

As we get older and stop making sense

You won't find her waiting long

Stop making sense, stop making sense

Stop making sense, making sense

I got a girlfriend she's better than that

And nothing is better than this, is it?

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Take Me There

take me there
I will go
we fly or drive or imagine
we hold hands and
jump off the hill
take me there
I'm inside you
and will stay
where ever you are
whenever you want
take me there
I will go
I'm in your pocket
and follow your words
closely and intently
take me there
inside your mind
s'all just fine
share it with me
I enjoy that

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Wire - From The Nursery


So truly jolly, an Xmas dolly
I talk on request, I'm never depressed
I'll wink a good time till
someone pokes me one big blue eye out

So simply heady, a birthday teddy
Punches make me bleat, this bare soul is sweet
Keeping you warm at night till someone rubs me
Hey, a fun-filled toy
Free on a tightrope lives the animal soap

Safe, used, been tested, body molester
Amphibious charm, scum in several baths
Has blurred my features

Would you like to say
What that silence was meant to intend?
Would you like to see
What violence these eyes can send?
To your heart From the nursery

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Vindication

vindication
is such a strange emotion
it sits likes guilt
but soothes you
ones power of knowing
and ones patients grows
vindication
is a smiling fang
biting your left arm
it's got charm
but feels nothing
but it's good to be right

Thursday, October 3, 2013

The Damned - New Rose


I got a feeling inside of me
It's kind of strange like a stormy sea
I don't know why, I don't know why
I guess these things have got to be

I gotta new rose, I got it good

Guess I knew that I always would
I can't stop to mess around
I got a brand new rose in town

See the sun, see the sun it shines

Don't get too close or it'll burn your eyes
Don't you run away that way
You can come back another day

I never thought this could happen to me

This is strange why should it be
I don't deserve somebody this great
I'd better go or it'll be too late

I got a feeling inside of me

It's kind of strange like a stormy sea
I don't know why I don't know why
I guess these things have got to be

I got a new rose I got her good

Guess I knew that I always would
I can't stop to mess around
I got a brand new rose in town

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Masking As Men

how much do you sacrifice?
how much do you give?
sweat in seat running down your leg
all art seized, ceased in mind for
a union scorn against you
it's a fool's fool that drools
sucking at your feet
begging for more than
anyone ever deserved

how many arms do you give?
how many fingers are cut off?
how many more ears are sliced
and wrapped in a box
and given to you?
resigned and retired like Duchamp
playing chess for the rest of your life
give what you give and do a duty
a blind folded Stepford wife

how does happiness lie?
how does continuing conquer?
"selfless" is a concept made up by
selfish children masking as men
dressed smartly with a red pen
and nervous anger, jealous hate
invited to ones own parade
marching alone while dragging the lake
and falling on ones own face

Dead Kennedys - Macho Insecurity


Name one thing on earth lower than a tough guy
Who talks with his fists instead of using his head
Who beats the shit out of anything it can't understand
Behind the muscle mask is a scared little boy

called Macho insecurity

Macho insecurity
Macho insecurity
'Cause you can't stand
yourself

Got a bitch with me?

Why won't you say it to my face?
It's so easy to mouth off to others
But where's your proof?
Maybe we can talk if you'd just drop your act
Nothing's ever solved by making childish threats
That's Macho Insecurity
[chorus]


Why do you want people to be so afraid of you?

Why are you so scared of anything that's different?
No one's ever there when you need friends
You wonder why:
It's 'cause you take yourself so seriously
But being such a clown
Gives the rest of us the right to laugh
At your Macho Insecurity
'Cause you can't stand yourself

Monday, September 30, 2013

If There Are No Rules

you, if for no reason,
were meant to be
because no reason
is rule, if there are rules
everything in one
all has come to me
luck, if rule, I'm lucky
and deserving maybe
one to one in place
two of two embrace 
and your hands
on my face
and my face
in your lap

Saturday, September 28, 2013

A Kiss

look right in the eye
when you give a kiss
it's a disturbing sense
of split images
soft little lips
and nothing makes sense
but it's touching
and displays overtly
what feeling should be
crossed a lazy eye
a sudden Sunday surprise
strong arms like a mother
one leg over the other
pointed noses clash
freckled face at last
it's psychical communication
smoke signaled mind
just in time to be
in each others company

Friday, September 27, 2013

The Psychedelic Furs - The Ghost In You


A man in my shoes runs a light
And all the papers lied tonight
But falling over you
Is the news of the day
Angels fall like rain
And love, love is all of heaven away

Inside you the time moves and she don't fade
The ghost in you, she don't fade
Inside you the time moves and she don't fade

A race is on I'm on your side
And hearing you my engines die
I'm in a mood for you
For running away
Stars come down in you
And love, love, you can't give it away

Don't you go it makes no sense
When all your talking supermen
Just take away the time
And get in the way
Ain't it just like rain
And love only heaven away

Inside you the time moves and she don't fade
The ghost in you, she don't fade

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

You're Assassinated

say you're assassinated
it's a right track
liberally speaking
more drunk and lost
come on back afterwards
we cut off half your hair
they laughed
you fain despaired
come on back
assassinated for us
in sex, in dirty sex
yelling in English
who's next?
with half attacks
half on your back
and half not aware
what is your final wish?
social pricks
drink the liquor
drink the pissy liquor
before you blink an eye
you're assassinated

Monday, September 23, 2013

Rhyming Names

rhyming names
at once the same
total strangers in bed
want to know you
want to be you
want to feel no shame
it's feeling new
tall, thin and blue
gorgeous eyes open wide
separate the thighs
I'm inviting you
rhyming names
and vows unclaimed
in nights spent late
will you be me?
can you breath deep?
and name yourself after me?

St. Vincent - Surgeon


I spent the summer on my back
Another attack
Staying just to get along

Turn off the TV, wait in bed

Of blue and red
A little somethin' to get along


Best find a surgeon
Come cut me open

Dressing, undressing for a wall

If mother calls
She knows well we don't get along

I tell the mailman, "Never you mind,

I'll sift through the piles"
And for him to just get along

Best find a surgeon

Come cut me open

Friday, September 20, 2013

Gang Of Four - Damaged Goods


The change will do you good
I always knew it would
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour

The sins of the flesh
Are simply sins of lust
Sweat's running down your back
Sweat's running down your neck

Heated couplings in the sun
(Or is that untrue?)
Colder couplings in the night
(Never saw your body)

Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust

The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good

Damaged goods
Send them back
I can't work
I can't achieve
Send me back
Open the till
Give me the change
You said would do me good
Refund the cost
You said you're cheap but you're too much

Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust

The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good

I'm kissing you goodbye

(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)