The sun came up
& shot through the blinds
Today was the day
& I was already behind ...
My God, I was raised on TV, just like so many of you I see around me.
Nothin' to live or die for, no religion too.
Take it away, but I want more and more.
One day I'm gonna loose the war.
The Blues are still required.
She said, "Sorry I can't go on with this ..."
We've been dancin' with Mr. Brownstone,
He won't leave me alone.
Nobody ever got a medal for being Mr./Miss Chipper 24/7
(Nobody ever got one for being an complete and total asshole constantly either ... well, I suppose that's debatable)
I don't know what to believe
Sometimes, I even forget ...
A list of shit I avoid at all costs starts with the invocation of womens' wrath.
silence swimming in a pool of dreams
beneath its depths the forgotten streams
above, the city of the evening star
behind its walls, the grand bazaar
"Did you kill the man who killed you William Blake?"
"But I'm not dead ..."
There's no simple explanation
for anything important any of us do ...
Diving in at the gun with riff's peeling from "New Orleans Is Sinking" tearing through your auditory essence
(I'll see you on Arizona Bay)
Just hold on, 'cause I'm comin'.
I'm so glad we made it.
Come on, come on
You and whose army?
Dropping off the edge sideways
only to land on your feet and plunge
headlong into a dive
sometimes, sometimes (you look up and half the year is gone and your 17-month-old daughter is giving you a knowing grin before pulling the wool over your eyes one more time)
