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Sucess:
teenager life crisis. not exactly pathetic. apathetic. know
nothing on importance. only ignorance. impatience? the
trumpets blow in the wind. i'm thinking my evil thoughts. a
girl makes a point with her new dress. the point is what
gives me interest. i call it success. things get old fast.
new feelings every minute. just how is it? what a concept.
it's just so goddamned easy. makes me quesey. i'm just a boy
in some love. no more, no less. a second opinion of my
heart. one would say that I am in a mess. i call it succes.
i take a closer look at life. i feel the warmth of this
world. it's every where. take a look you'd be surprised.
it's hidden in disguise.
Kirkland:
we try to be as original as we can. that's my self. now i am
left with who I am. this is who I am. i guess i'm just
another individual. i don't want to be like you, do not
wanna think like you. now i can sleep tonight. forget the
night. deep in my thought im running out of air. spare some
air. i guess i'm just another individual. i don't wanna be
like you do not want to think like you. and i try my best to
think for my self. for my self, for my self, for my self,
for my self.
Not Tonight:
not sleeping tonight. at least not until four in the
morning. go ride ben's bikes. we're riding towards the
stars. another nasty argument, tonight. time to get on that
rocket ship, i don't want to fight. not tonight. so these
are my friends. soon our lives will be over. so let's share
our minds. we'll never know them better because soon we will
be putting things behind.
Nothing To Hide:
what a day. I got home, i'm still in one peice. nothing left
behind. my friends, they let go of my limbs. i'm still in
one peice, nothing left behind. i made an oath with my self
to never forget the day when i lose my ecstasy. what will i
do with all my time? what will i do with all my days? what
will I do with my mind? I go down to the park. I take a nap
in a tree. i've got guts, you know? half an hour later I
wake up. i'm still in one peice. now I have to walk through
the grass. i've got mud on my shoes, i didn't lose,
according to me. i know i'm not the only one, who shares
the same feelings. I want to fuck all your feelings. i'm
naked tonight. nothing to hide. this nakedness just feels so
right. i'm spilling up my insides. come push my buttons.
they were made to be touched. the horror joy of my emotion. you are
so nice, you are so beautiful.
Back to the Future:
i'm spying infront of my mirror, and i've been thinking,
i've got to get a life. but i've got one already, there's no
suicide in my head. maybe i'm already dead. but I keep on
thinking back, it doesn't get any better than that. is this
the last day of my life, or have i learned? have I just
learned to smile. because when I take a look, i realize,
that i'm still on the phone. I'm all alone. but I keep on
thinking back, and it doesn't get any better than that. a
new attraction in my life, but will it make me happy?
Burst:
i find it amazing that we can die, and i've found things in your eyes.
i've found life, it's breathing soft, you're looking loud.
my eyes burst. we've rehearsed this too many times.
when my grandfather dies, there will be nothing to say.
i don't want to be that way. so i'll spawn my ways, and i'll count the
days until i can make it clear to you that my eyes burst. you know i wont give up. you know it's killing me.
i want to make something with you. with you, my eyes burst. my eyes burst.
ever so soft, ever so loud
lately i've been sleeping in my mind, lately i've been smashing mirrors; i'm so wild.
i'm hysterical. lately. i saw you as natural, incredibly soulful. i've kept warm
in my darkness, left alone in quiet. the clashing ranks. what if i blacked out my brain?
dismiss this aged pain, it runs in my infant vein, withering sane. this could go on for my
life, and speaking of my life; it gets hard. i saw two seconds of your face, the
over statments of my fate. so come back down to my hole where i died, i've been so cold.
it's my life and it gets hard and i get soft. and when it gets soft, i get loud.
basically
why do you sleep? because i am so tired. why do you breath? because i was choked to life. take some time to remind yourself that this is it. and it's scary to me that "it" will never be getting me high enough. hey ben, do you sleep alone? hey nick, do you sleep awake? hey john, do you sleep in ache? hey mulligan, how much shit can you take? and this is more than name dropping, i can't understand where to put my hands. they were all over this girl, and i miss her, it's the end of the world. and the second chance is broken glass on the white tile floor. so i wonder what more there is to this and why is this basically "it"?
giddy, giddy
put the bucket of bad water out back hope it might transpose. i watch the buds of old grey antiqued hope that they might glow. buried ten times early talk's like fingernail scratching on the wall. dug up pretty gems astounding, looked me like a scared ghost in the hall. giddy, giddy you are so pretty but who am i to say? at once we come in eyes the hands are playing knuckles. i take the bucket of water i put it bad, out back; hope it might transpose. i watch the buds of old grey and the sad antiqued; hope that it might glow.....see the cat of beauty. take her to my side of the watered new york mote. i take a handful of dust and wear it on her face, metallic shine unchanged. i dip her head underwater, is now changed, clearly softer. my hand moves her to purr. i'm loving kisses she swims in water. i ask her nanny consent from her mother, "sure, but she might die." frenzied pulling out of water of the tear drop mote, "silly, cats don't float." first gaze, the feline's fine. second scene, i begin to scream "mother, mother, oh her mother." in her car she begins to drive now, 1985 five now? pausing at the red. hands are sobbing with her head now, and i don't know why now, but the scenery's looking grand.
where the frowns bloom.
we are young boys in the meadow. would you please burn down our homes? it's breaking me to see so many homes. light burns obscurity. before cars break down, the roads take me around, where i'll soon find my frowns. take some time to find some time for yourself. and take some purple magic crazy and place it in metal tubes and let it get to your mind, let it touch your heart. we are young boys. did i mention we're young boys? it's breaking me to see your s.u.v. i love this young feeling.
laugh. on the phone a desperate voice calling you to make the choice between god and an agnostic faith. so tape my mouth shut, i'll try my eyes and just fake a life. a tired police man asks for your name. He only wants you to take the blame, so you give him a cold and jaded alibi. so when the flowers finally wilt, you can say that you had a life. because you know that you had a life. and you know that it's only life. now you may laugh.
new.
midnight, come into SFO. i see your quiet neighborhood. i hear lights moving photographs. i smell mother burning grass. please have a good day. sometimes you've got to change your way to get out of this place. locked up inside my head, future thoughts so much i dread. "don't you wish sometimes you're dead?" passion stepped right out of your head. it whispered feelings typed not said. i'm drowing in mediocrity, while your life is semi interesting. by now it's way too late to enjoy more rousing days, with the moonlight glaze on your face. and what if a fire burned this lonely place down? people in houses without windows, would they care to see?
words by nobody.
wow.