Saturday, December 30, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Thus ends Wincing The Night Away
A Comet Appears
One hand on this wily comet,
Take a drink just to give me some weight,
Some uber-man I'd make,
I'm barely a vapor
They shone a chlorine light on,
A host of individual sins,
Let's carve my aging face off,
Fetch us a knife,
Start with my eyes,
Down so the lines,
Form a grimacing smile,
Close your eyes to corral a virtue,
Is this fooling anyone else?
Never worked so long and hard,
To cement a failure,
We can blow on our thumbs and posture,
But the lonely is such delicate things,
The wind from a wasp could blow them,
Into the sea,
With stones on their feet,
Lost to the light and the loving we need,
Still to come,
The worst part and you know it,
There is a numbness,
In your heart and it's growing,
With burnt sage and a forest of bygones,
I click my heels,
Get the devils in line,
A list of things I could lay the blame on,
Might give me a way out,
But with each turn,
It's this front and center,
Like a dart stuck square in your eye,
Every post you can hitch your faith on,
Is a pie in the sky,
Chock full of lies,
A tool we devise,
To make sinking stones fly,
And still to come,
The worst part and you know it,
There is a numbness,
In your heart and it's growing.
The Shins
One hand on this wily comet,
Take a drink just to give me some weight,
Some uber-man I'd make,
I'm barely a vapor
They shone a chlorine light on,
A host of individual sins,
Let's carve my aging face off,
Fetch us a knife,
Start with my eyes,
Down so the lines,
Form a grimacing smile,
Close your eyes to corral a virtue,
Is this fooling anyone else?
Never worked so long and hard,
To cement a failure,
We can blow on our thumbs and posture,
But the lonely is such delicate things,
The wind from a wasp could blow them,
Into the sea,
With stones on their feet,
Lost to the light and the loving we need,
Still to come,
The worst part and you know it,
There is a numbness,
In your heart and it's growing,
With burnt sage and a forest of bygones,
I click my heels,
Get the devils in line,
A list of things I could lay the blame on,
Might give me a way out,
But with each turn,
It's this front and center,
Like a dart stuck square in your eye,
Every post you can hitch your faith on,
Is a pie in the sky,
Chock full of lies,
A tool we devise,
To make sinking stones fly,
And still to come,
The worst part and you know it,
There is a numbness,
In your heart and it's growing.
The Shins
Friday, December 22, 2006
Simplicity
Just give me my car and an open road and I'm happy.
Steve McQueen
And if I never,
live to see another day
I guess that would have to be alright by me see
How come we never say what it is that we wannna say
Is this just another way to be mean ?
Mean?
Mean?
Not Steve McQueen
Or "Free of Worry "
And if you never
have the need to look the other way
But how could this be good for me?
Lets hope we always prevail to love, to take a pill or take a pause
But this is not at all what it seems
Seems
Seems
Seems
(Or take me serious)
Make sure we never
Ever stand in each others way
When you got something that you got to say that’s real
Look to each other that’s a thing that we're gonna do from now on
That’s what we're gonna do
for you
Lambchop
Steve McQueen
And if I never,
live to see another day
I guess that would have to be alright by me see
How come we never say what it is that we wannna say
Is this just another way to be mean ?
Mean?
Mean?
Not Steve McQueen
Or "Free of Worry "
And if you never
have the need to look the other way
But how could this be good for me?
Lets hope we always prevail to love, to take a pill or take a pause
But this is not at all what it seems
Seems
Seems
Seems
(Or take me serious)
Make sure we never
Ever stand in each others way
When you got something that you got to say that’s real
Look to each other that’s a thing that we're gonna do from now on
That’s what we're gonna do
for you
Lambchop
(No) small talk
So, you've been around
Yes
I've been around too. That doesn't impress me.
I don't want to impress you.
Your mouth, though, impresses me.
...
It's fleshy and juicy.
I didn't know a mouth could be fleshy and juicy.
Neither did I.
Yes
I've been around too. That doesn't impress me.
I don't want to impress you.
Your mouth, though, impresses me.
...
It's fleshy and juicy.
I didn't know a mouth could be fleshy and juicy.
Neither did I.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
Thursday, December 7, 2006
Orberose
Spinoza's Ethics contemplates me, and so do bills and rubbish on the table. There's really no way to get there but from the inside. Of course, I'm not talking about the table. And this is goodbye.
Wednesday, December 6, 2006
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
Monday, December 4, 2006
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