Once on the L
the conductor said
'passengers be aware of packages that don't belong'
I was too stoned
of course paranoid
I could always stand clear of closing doors
but i ain't no John Rambo
Then a panhandler came
he said 'we all make mistakes'
to help him please get back to his feet
you never know when you may slip
and being so stoned the consequence were thoughts
about the logic of cause and effect
plus the stand I had to take
No I don't worry
How could I worry
I was still rambling
about the two dollar fee
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
We Could Be Just Friends
We are getting nowhere no
we are getting nowhere
We are trying just in vain
cause we ain't getting nowhere.
I'm no good for you I know
cause I'm always in rubbles
and you could find some one new
Who'll save you from your sorrows
I'm no good for you I know
why would you go through that trouble
when you could find some one good
Good for all your tomorrows
But we could be just friends
we could be just friends
though is a mistake I know
we already have began
we are getting nowhere
We are trying just in vain
cause we ain't getting nowhere.
I'm no good for you I know
cause I'm always in rubbles
and you could find some one new
Who'll save you from your sorrows
I'm no good for you I know
why would you go through that trouble
when you could find some one good
Good for all your tomorrows
But we could be just friends
we could be just friends
though is a mistake I know
we already have began
Saturday, December 26, 2009
I Didn't Die At 24
Had I've been the son of someone who gave a name
Maybe with less discretion I would be the same
But no one asked for me no one asked for me
Half educated jubilated I am mostly drunk
I am the man who takes my failures in my blemished soul
But no one sings with me obnoxious as only me
No one asked for me I'm not my father's seed
And I didn't die at 24, my scars and I we are just getting old
Maybe with less discretion I would be the same
But no one asked for me no one asked for me
Half educated jubilated I am mostly drunk
I am the man who takes my failures in my blemished soul
But no one sings with me obnoxious as only me
No one asked for me I'm not my father's seed
And I didn't die at 24, my scars and I we are just getting old
Sunday, December 20, 2009
One Hour Ago Today
With less commotion than the previous time, the entrance to the birth soil seemed less welcome and more artificial, more expected and less prepare. Bound to maybe never leave again it seemed only natural to say fewer words than spoken to. It felt like all the oceans were being spilled over the land, sometimes easy sometimes harsh but it rain constantly with no mercy breaks. Where would one find inspiration other than in ones own narrated tragedies, I hated it when tragedies were dropped off at my footsteps when I was ready to find my summer box underneath a bookshelf. Walls of humidity on the spine of the ether caging me, fencing, and scolding me.
First Rejection then Pity then Forgiveness then I don't know of any more stages maybe Obsession once more with a kick of experience with all but coincidence on a calculated new Stand.
Furniture of old with a white Buddha entertained the center of a glass table held with wooden miniature pillars, the Buddha was to be found underneath the custom carved glass. Left over balloons of a good hearted man's birthday celebration were left scatter over the room, bragging about their knowledge of the bad Feng shui they brought. Then the white Buddha statue came to life and never losing its sincere smile walked towards me, at first I did not move then I panic but fear conquered my body. As it approached more it climbed the empty plastic chair in front of mine then positioned it self behind my laptop on the table were I wrote down all my thoughts. then it said.
"What can you do about those balloons? For me."
"You're the Buddha in the world of the living" I said nervously.
"That's not an answer for me but rather an observation for yourself, the balloons. I want then out of here" he replied
It was four thirty eight on a Monday, lights were on and the batteries were at 30% left on my computer and this trance is not a trance when I'm sober, this trance is not psychedelic when I'm sober, this nonsense is too honest and delirium does not cripple but infuriates because I'm not the white Buddha's remover of balloons, enlightenment in my insanity, enlightenment in all insanity.
"Enlightenment in all Insanity" I said.
"No, just disobedience in yours"
"my what? insanity?"
"The balloons I want them remove now, no enlightenment no nirvana just do this for me" he said his smile never lost a centimeter.
No poetry no narration just randomness, I am not reason but a motive for inflation, scales, polls, and advertisement. The unattended overgrown grass in the old sterile swamp where i had gone to smoke a few cigarettes had turned to the dead Indians asking them not to stop their rain dancing in the afterlife.
"what do you know about the dead Indians and their rain dancing you demanding Buddha"
"they serve a purpose. Go on and write lines about my one liners, on the meaning of purpose, on brevity or marathons, write on the insignificance of removing balloons from a living room, the accuracy of a over living room but be done with it and remove those balloons, Do think too much of my being here and why I don't take care of those balloons myself, there is always air and explanations but you could always do without one and not the other. There is no threats or more no nos in upcoming lines. Finger tips to the keyboard"
I am randomness and remover of balloons for a white Buddha. I am a good measurement of contradictions and vulnerability still clenching at my childhoods fence. When recycling bursts in, there is little room for standards or criticism, only flow and desperation re-use inspiration.
Those of you who can't overdose in spirituality will call it cult, those of you who can't be serene in equality will need a lord. So I intend to end the perpetual reconstruction of the person who use to be me, for we are only trying to romanticized our peonage existence.
First Rejection then Pity then Forgiveness then I don't know of any more stages maybe Obsession once more with a kick of experience with all but coincidence on a calculated new Stand.
Furniture of old with a white Buddha entertained the center of a glass table held with wooden miniature pillars, the Buddha was to be found underneath the custom carved glass. Left over balloons of a good hearted man's birthday celebration were left scatter over the room, bragging about their knowledge of the bad Feng shui they brought. Then the white Buddha statue came to life and never losing its sincere smile walked towards me, at first I did not move then I panic but fear conquered my body. As it approached more it climbed the empty plastic chair in front of mine then positioned it self behind my laptop on the table were I wrote down all my thoughts. then it said.
"What can you do about those balloons? For me."
"You're the Buddha in the world of the living" I said nervously.
"That's not an answer for me but rather an observation for yourself, the balloons. I want then out of here" he replied
It was four thirty eight on a Monday, lights were on and the batteries were at 30% left on my computer and this trance is not a trance when I'm sober, this trance is not psychedelic when I'm sober, this nonsense is too honest and delirium does not cripple but infuriates because I'm not the white Buddha's remover of balloons, enlightenment in my insanity, enlightenment in all insanity.
"Enlightenment in all Insanity" I said.
"No, just disobedience in yours"
"my what? insanity?"
"The balloons I want them remove now, no enlightenment no nirvana just do this for me" he said his smile never lost a centimeter.
No poetry no narration just randomness, I am not reason but a motive for inflation, scales, polls, and advertisement. The unattended overgrown grass in the old sterile swamp where i had gone to smoke a few cigarettes had turned to the dead Indians asking them not to stop their rain dancing in the afterlife.
"what do you know about the dead Indians and their rain dancing you demanding Buddha"
"they serve a purpose. Go on and write lines about my one liners, on the meaning of purpose, on brevity or marathons, write on the insignificance of removing balloons from a living room, the accuracy of a over living room but be done with it and remove those balloons, Do think too much of my being here and why I don't take care of those balloons myself, there is always air and explanations but you could always do without one and not the other. There is no threats or more no nos in upcoming lines. Finger tips to the keyboard"
I am randomness and remover of balloons for a white Buddha. I am a good measurement of contradictions and vulnerability still clenching at my childhoods fence. When recycling bursts in, there is little room for standards or criticism, only flow and desperation re-use inspiration.
Those of you who can't overdose in spirituality will call it cult, those of you who can't be serene in equality will need a lord. So I intend to end the perpetual reconstruction of the person who use to be me, for we are only trying to romanticized our peonage existence.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
The Times Used To Be With Me
Hear me saying hear me asking, when is it gonna be my
turn to peel outdated shields mourning my flag
The times used to be with you
in times when it was all you
A censored hello in the crowded check in desk
scolds my humor cause I said “happy jewlidays”
The times Used to be with me
In times when it was all me
My TV watching has me right where I'm gonna be
when I'm 50 I doubt 60, I'll wait and see
The times used to be with me
In times when it was all me
No one has to get it right to buy what I wont have
I'm grateful for the caffeine that push the words that say
you bore me
pushed the words that said you bored
honest words that say honest words that said you bore me
turn to peel outdated shields mourning my flag
The times used to be with you
in times when it was all you
A censored hello in the crowded check in desk
scolds my humor cause I said “happy jewlidays”
The times Used to be with me
In times when it was all me
My TV watching has me right where I'm gonna be
when I'm 50 I doubt 60, I'll wait and see
The times used to be with me
In times when it was all me
No one has to get it right to buy what I wont have
I'm grateful for the caffeine that push the words that say
you bore me
pushed the words that said you bored
honest words that say honest words that said you bore me
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Condemned B-Side
Everybody gets to love you at least once
while I have felt like a condemned B-side
a decent crafted song, yes song
who spoke highly of you you you you you
on a playlist soon to be put to use.
I won't allow myself to admit my true intentions
maybe on a shuffle you'll recognized our situation
In a song, yes song
who spoke highly of you you you you you
on a playlist soon to be put to use.
The mere mention of your name brights up my day
though only see you here and then I don't complain
while I have felt like a condemned B-side
a decent crafted song, yes song
who spoke highly of you you you you you
on a playlist soon to be put to use.
I won't allow myself to admit my true intentions
maybe on a shuffle you'll recognized our situation
In a song, yes song
who spoke highly of you you you you you
on a playlist soon to be put to use.
The mere mention of your name brights up my day
though only see you here and then I don't complain
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Twelve Bar Blues
With these hands what could I brew
a sober ocean to drown in your pool
where I couldn't gamble
short syllables that stumble
of course in a twelve bar blues.
A dozen numbers to time it right
second handed lefties to be precise
Barring minor sevens
and the freedom to be clever
I never set out to lose.
With a theme its an easier role
to be a wheel on a downhill slope
where everything has been branded
and creation fades in boundaries
on an aging plateau.
At the vent horizon is where I thought
I could park in letters til I was no more
In an accessible celestial
cradle for all our questions
I was left with my twelve bar blues.
Cut and pasted on a godly Wednesday when I wasn't ashed
When frankensteining always count on virgin unstiched luck
to bring together numbers and hands
with awful grammar in the name of art.
a sober ocean to drown in your pool
where I couldn't gamble
short syllables that stumble
of course in a twelve bar blues.
A dozen numbers to time it right
second handed lefties to be precise
Barring minor sevens
and the freedom to be clever
I never set out to lose.
With a theme its an easier role
to be a wheel on a downhill slope
where everything has been branded
and creation fades in boundaries
on an aging plateau.
At the vent horizon is where I thought
I could park in letters til I was no more
In an accessible celestial
cradle for all our questions
I was left with my twelve bar blues.
Cut and pasted on a godly Wednesday when I wasn't ashed
When frankensteining always count on virgin unstiched luck
to bring together numbers and hands
with awful grammar in the name of art.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Run Into Your Maybes
Battery One Dollar got drunk before the show
everyone headed towards the door.
Battery One Dollar went down to record
the songs just sounded a bit off.
Battery One Dollar has gotten too old
We'll never make it in this world.
But we'll hide ourselves in the kindness of your hearts
the one place we got,
To run run around run into your maybes
Run run around run run run baby.
everyone headed towards the door.
Battery One Dollar went down to record
the songs just sounded a bit off.
Battery One Dollar has gotten too old
We'll never make it in this world.
But we'll hide ourselves in the kindness of your hearts
the one place we got,
To run run around run into your maybes
Run run around run run run baby.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
One Grows Wheels
Not all mimes scream when they get hired
To do the job they may or not desire
Is not for me to comprehend or try to rearrange
the loop where there is void.
The 'getting use to' sometimes by accident
Feels more vivid than an afterbirth
Have we grown bored of sharing science with the sun
Is either silence or get pay
If the interrupted subscribers had inquired
Who stopped the delivery of our ballad
cause we danced our feet to sleep and could no longer keep
the flames on our torch
Strings are not masters by choice
They're drunken honest cheap analog
Thoughts that really feed the advice that insists
To never yell when home.
Its so unreal how one grows wheels
Attached to ones back pulling the load while on the clock
Decorated bouncers who do not have answers
for the noise that raised the value of our brakes
To do the job they may or not desire
Is not for me to comprehend or try to rearrange
the loop where there is void.
The 'getting use to' sometimes by accident
Feels more vivid than an afterbirth
Have we grown bored of sharing science with the sun
Is either silence or get pay
If the interrupted subscribers had inquired
Who stopped the delivery of our ballad
cause we danced our feet to sleep and could no longer keep
the flames on our torch
Strings are not masters by choice
They're drunken honest cheap analog
Thoughts that really feed the advice that insists
To never yell when home.
Its so unreal how one grows wheels
Attached to ones back pulling the load while on the clock
Decorated bouncers who do not have answers
for the noise that raised the value of our brakes
Monday, October 19, 2009
Nocturnal Combats
Nocturnal Combats
[Love Your Scientists] Wont you love your scientists please/feed them whatever they may need/keep them fat like your mom/your mom is a lady with a generous ass/make them build a rocket ship/to a new planet for us to live/ this one has already gone/to the gutter like your mom/I could be the one who loves you/I could be the one who cares/about you and the distortion feeding back into the air/My hair looks great tough balding its still great hair/I could pack oh so light/but a Marquez book its a must have/ Its gonna be along trip/ baby you could learn how to strip/ and I could work on better rhymes/about not tripping when stripping trips turn mad/we will have space for all/except for your mom/that bitch is staying home/You should had known you had escalators on every mountain you ever bought to read your heavens/ And are this palms this palms I've always known which I stare and for sure will hold my forehead for so long/ I got my burgundy obsession with clothes/Love your scientists love them you must, love your scientists I love them with song/[Non Branded Kind] You know I'm right I love to eat you when the world is round/and wash you down with some tea some tea for you and me a do re mi fa sol la si do/You know I'm right I love to eat you when the world is round/or when a first meets a next when a line meets and end when the time is right I'll eat you dry/You know I am right I love to eat you when the world is round my darling/You know I'm right I love to eat your pussy all the time/and wash it down with some tea some tea for you and me a do re mi fa sol la si do/You know I'm right you got a spine that heaven stamps in the fingers that keep you and me as siamese dual two of the non branded kind/I wont cry forever I wont smile forever I wont frown in heaven no no I wont cry forever no no no…..I surely wont I surely wont/[When I was An Atheist] I stood in disorder and I did it all for you/you wouldn't bother to turn around for me/What can I do what can I do, I got the holly mother fucking blues/A figment of desperation you felt as real as the day/when I fought for the right answer but your reign could not be saved/What can I do what can I do I got no sincere need for you/But I'll remember you where truce truly lies I'll remember you when in doubt/On my last hour I'll repent and call your name/but here with strength and logic you were the greatest placebo [Traicionera] I swore you heard the last of me but here again my anger sings to you traicionera/My bitterness just wants to march to any place where you may stand and reproach you traicionera/I drank and drank when you left don't need you back at all/But nowadays I hear your name I'm weaken by false hope/What is right is what should be its wrong to chase the 'you and me' its just you traicionera/I lost you a long time ago I don't care if you come or go yet its still you traicionera [Politicosh] I got a tube sox stapled hanging from my jaw/Django Reindhart blasting in my boom box/Well I'm singing from my heart/Scrubs make me laugh/I'm strumming my strummed guitar/ rhyming to the wall/I'm cool as a pop sickle dipped in artic ice/chillin not worrying about the sense in my rhymes/Im a mestizo's mestizo who hasn't gain enough/to draw lines in continents to lose the place where I stand /[Rallies And A March] After rallies and a march I wasn't seduce by revolution/Theres no changing of guard just a commander for my television/History has been harsh to the will I've once petitioned/I lost track of God when I made her my religion/Anchored and attached I'm just a domesticated vagabond/For all that I can say I know compassion is not to be reasoned/It hurts me more than a bit my pride won't let me be and tell you how much I need you/You claim to be a Guevara soldier but you are just too well fed to relate to relate to relate/ [I Need A New Muse] Maybe tomorrow if its not too late I'll be there for a while with nothing to say but its true I walk with my shoes/And you can tell me we do belong together forever just seems too long but its true I need a new muse/I am very sorry I am very sorry you are no inspiration I need a new muse/ [All Will Be Fine] All will be fine as long as you are mine/No one can say theres other ways/While you are here I'll be sincere/Is for you to say you wont go away [The Intention Is Art] Theres a gun on me a gun on me cause the printed word fired its ink/In anarchy a ramson's fee is the news that yesterday did not bring/You're so pretty oh my dear I'd like to take you home/ Your the kind of girl I know I'll forever love/You're so pretty oh my dear what else can I say when ever you come around I turn so red/ so give me what I want so I don't have to lose control again/Today I saw a tree with herpes Its branches must have been too lazy/to keep you away when you humped it/And its a lazy Wednesdays with the New York weather of our century/I may just start to mumble with too many words for me to fumble/Oh dear only what have you done? This is madness, madness is what we got [Seconds Or Centuries] Girl you think that all my lines are wack/you heard it all before I'm just another guy/but I hope to be the one who you would share your carrots with in exquisite nights/I just want you to be my girl in my dead silence you know you are there/For you girl I'll learn some Devo songs and sing them in keys which only you would know/I like your bike and curly hair I even like you when you say lets just be friends/It wont be long now it cant be too long seconds or centuries are short/It wont be long now it can't be too long til I call you my own [A Bit Insincere] Better days have come when I'm not so alone/for you are here but you seem to be a bit insincere/I don't know how she does it but she does, she sways me to believe everything is alright/For this days have brought the same in different clothes/with the urge to lean where I use to be before you came in/Always thinking of her I'm glad she is mine/Only thinking of her when I shouldn't have/Better days have come when I'm not so alone/for you are here just as long as you will be here [I Don't Steal My Meals] I don't steal my meals just deal with the ugliness of my face/the eyes the nose the scars and the crooked teeth that greet anyone there is to meet/anyone normal I have envied/Its a farce the steps the years I've dedicated to self esteem/if once more here again I've turned into the 1989 mess/in the 1989 bed tortured by the dice of fate/You've got no right to tell me I'm wrong.
Battery One Dollar
[Love Your Scientists] Wont you love your scientists please/feed them whatever they may need/keep them fat like your mom/your mom is a lady with a generous ass/make them build a rocket ship/to a new planet for us to live/ this one has already gone/to the gutter like your mom/I could be the one who loves you/I could be the one who cares/about you and the distortion feeding back into the air/My hair looks great tough balding its still great hair/I could pack oh so light/but a Marquez book its a must have/ Its gonna be along trip/ baby you could learn how to strip/ and I could work on better rhymes/about not tripping when stripping trips turn mad/we will have space for all/except for your mom/that bitch is staying home/You should had known you had escalators on every mountain you ever bought to read your heavens/ And are this palms this palms I've always known which I stare and for sure will hold my forehead for so long/ I got my burgundy obsession with clothes/Love your scientists love them you must, love your scientists I love them with song/[Non Branded Kind] You know I'm right I love to eat you when the world is round/and wash you down with some tea some tea for you and me a do re mi fa sol la si do/You know I'm right I love to eat you when the world is round/or when a first meets a next when a line meets and end when the time is right I'll eat you dry/You know I am right I love to eat you when the world is round my darling/You know I'm right I love to eat your pussy all the time/and wash it down with some tea some tea for you and me a do re mi fa sol la si do/You know I'm right you got a spine that heaven stamps in the fingers that keep you and me as siamese dual two of the non branded kind/I wont cry forever I wont smile forever I wont frown in heaven no no I wont cry forever no no no…..I surely wont I surely wont/[When I was An Atheist] I stood in disorder and I did it all for you/you wouldn't bother to turn around for me/What can I do what can I do, I got the holly mother fucking blues/A figment of desperation you felt as real as the day/when I fought for the right answer but your reign could not be saved/What can I do what can I do I got no sincere need for you/But I'll remember you where truce truly lies I'll remember you when in doubt/On my last hour I'll repent and call your name/but here with strength and logic you were the greatest placebo [Traicionera] I swore you heard the last of me but here again my anger sings to you traicionera/My bitterness just wants to march to any place where you may stand and reproach you traicionera/I drank and drank when you left don't need you back at all/But nowadays I hear your name I'm weaken by false hope/What is right is what should be its wrong to chase the 'you and me' its just you traicionera/I lost you a long time ago I don't care if you come or go yet its still you traicionera [Politicosh] I got a tube sox stapled hanging from my jaw/Django Reindhart blasting in my boom box/Well I'm singing from my heart/Scrubs make me laugh/I'm strumming my strummed guitar/ rhyming to the wall/I'm cool as a pop sickle dipped in artic ice/chillin not worrying about the sense in my rhymes/Im a mestizo's mestizo who hasn't gain enough/to draw lines in continents to lose the place where I stand /[Rallies And A March] After rallies and a march I wasn't seduce by revolution/Theres no changing of guard just a commander for my television/History has been harsh to the will I've once petitioned/I lost track of God when I made her my religion/Anchored and attached I'm just a domesticated vagabond/For all that I can say I know compassion is not to be reasoned/It hurts me more than a bit my pride won't let me be and tell you how much I need you/You claim to be a Guevara soldier but you are just too well fed to relate to relate to relate/ [I Need A New Muse] Maybe tomorrow if its not too late I'll be there for a while with nothing to say but its true I walk with my shoes/And you can tell me we do belong together forever just seems too long but its true I need a new muse/I am very sorry I am very sorry you are no inspiration I need a new muse/ [All Will Be Fine] All will be fine as long as you are mine/No one can say theres other ways/While you are here I'll be sincere/Is for you to say you wont go away [The Intention Is Art] Theres a gun on me a gun on me cause the printed word fired its ink/In anarchy a ramson's fee is the news that yesterday did not bring/You're so pretty oh my dear I'd like to take you home/ Your the kind of girl I know I'll forever love/You're so pretty oh my dear what else can I say when ever you come around I turn so red/ so give me what I want so I don't have to lose control again/Today I saw a tree with herpes Its branches must have been too lazy/to keep you away when you humped it/And its a lazy Wednesdays with the New York weather of our century/I may just start to mumble with too many words for me to fumble/Oh dear only what have you done? This is madness, madness is what we got [Seconds Or Centuries] Girl you think that all my lines are wack/you heard it all before I'm just another guy/but I hope to be the one who you would share your carrots with in exquisite nights/I just want you to be my girl in my dead silence you know you are there/For you girl I'll learn some Devo songs and sing them in keys which only you would know/I like your bike and curly hair I even like you when you say lets just be friends/It wont be long now it cant be too long seconds or centuries are short/It wont be long now it can't be too long til I call you my own [A Bit Insincere] Better days have come when I'm not so alone/for you are here but you seem to be a bit insincere/I don't know how she does it but she does, she sways me to believe everything is alright/For this days have brought the same in different clothes/with the urge to lean where I use to be before you came in/Always thinking of her I'm glad she is mine/Only thinking of her when I shouldn't have/Better days have come when I'm not so alone/for you are here just as long as you will be here [I Don't Steal My Meals] I don't steal my meals just deal with the ugliness of my face/the eyes the nose the scars and the crooked teeth that greet anyone there is to meet/anyone normal I have envied/Its a farce the steps the years I've dedicated to self esteem/if once more here again I've turned into the 1989 mess/in the 1989 bed tortured by the dice of fate/You've got no right to tell me I'm wrong.
Battery One Dollar
Thursday, June 11, 2009
All Will Be Fine
All Will Be Fine
Thats the video done for our song "All Will Be Fine"
All Will Be Fine
All will be fine as long as you're mine
no one could say theres other ways
while you're here I'll be sincere
as long as you say you wont go away.
Thats the video done for our song "All Will Be Fine"
All Will Be Fine
All will be fine as long as you're mine
no one could say theres other ways
while you're here I'll be sincere
as long as you say you wont go away.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Some People Don't Dance Cause They Just Got No Feet
Old blues in reflecting mode mocked all sympathy for clocks
have sang “you better get a new trade, you're irrelevant to the revolt”
Spray cans on the loose with microphones on their debts
have tried their best to harmonize with those notes that work from bed
Its on me cause I chose to believe 'potential' was my home
Now death may find me one day with not even clothes on my bones
I 'm broke as the brokest man you've ever met
Your quarter could be my quarter could be the way to get fed
Your nickel could be my nickel could be the way to get fed
Your penny could be my penny could be the way to get fed
Some people don't dance cause they just got no feet
Others don't dance cause they don't know how to live
have sang “you better get a new trade, you're irrelevant to the revolt”
Spray cans on the loose with microphones on their debts
have tried their best to harmonize with those notes that work from bed
Its on me cause I chose to believe 'potential' was my home
Now death may find me one day with not even clothes on my bones
I 'm broke as the brokest man you've ever met
Your quarter could be my quarter could be the way to get fed
Your nickel could be my nickel could be the way to get fed
Your penny could be my penny could be the way to get fed
Some people don't dance cause they just got no feet
Others don't dance cause they don't know how to live
The Day I Lost You In The Crowd
On the first Willie-Burg stop I was either there or nowhere
With a cliche half held cigarette, one among poets
fake tourist poets, broken glass spread over the current,
into the current, one and the co-rent.
Sirens were heard to say “can't intimidate whats not sober”
I was there on my 5th straight day with my promise to soon recover
with the cure one discovers, when what was good is done
on to another, on to another.
Fashion was art and art was ripe, ripe for the fucking
Everyone is in demand, and it has began, on moves in the market
with bonds in perverted pockets, novelty ash treys
sold at the boarders, sold at my corner.
That was the day I lost you in the crowd
The day I lost you in the crowd.
I might had seen you grab a cab,
The day I lost you in the crowd.
With a cliche half held cigarette, one among poets
fake tourist poets, broken glass spread over the current,
into the current, one and the co-rent.
Sirens were heard to say “can't intimidate whats not sober”
I was there on my 5th straight day with my promise to soon recover
with the cure one discovers, when what was good is done
on to another, on to another.
Fashion was art and art was ripe, ripe for the fucking
Everyone is in demand, and it has began, on moves in the market
with bonds in perverted pockets, novelty ash treys
sold at the boarders, sold at my corner.
That was the day I lost you in the crowd
The day I lost you in the crowd.
I might had seen you grab a cab,
The day I lost you in the crowd.
A Share of the Profits
Holidays in Japan and a funeral by a sty
ashy throats and a Buddhist phone were married by the judge
Who wore no robe in his court he was a chubby healthy loan
from the state to the press to ignore the cabaret
Where wallets lost some fat in an orgy camouflaged
in cultured hives, cultured tax, the cult that grins when you spy
Moderate charlatans are the heroes with no ties
to the left nor the right just the navel in loose guns
Clandestine union cells kept the hemorrhage from growing frail
bleed to feed the treaty's whip will collect via mail
endorsed breaths do not protect the wasting of your head
The side effects don't relate to apathy in regret
Atoms were born to lease whatever matter drips
Into books that fool the loons with symptoms of solitude
A quarantine up the sleeve saved for the first hint
Of you and me running free like hypochondriacs that have deceased
But is you who calls for me always you who calls for me
Transcendental human piss, you call for me
ashy throats and a Buddhist phone were married by the judge
Who wore no robe in his court he was a chubby healthy loan
from the state to the press to ignore the cabaret
Where wallets lost some fat in an orgy camouflaged
in cultured hives, cultured tax, the cult that grins when you spy
Moderate charlatans are the heroes with no ties
to the left nor the right just the navel in loose guns
Clandestine union cells kept the hemorrhage from growing frail
bleed to feed the treaty's whip will collect via mail
endorsed breaths do not protect the wasting of your head
The side effects don't relate to apathy in regret
Atoms were born to lease whatever matter drips
Into books that fool the loons with symptoms of solitude
A quarantine up the sleeve saved for the first hint
Of you and me running free like hypochondriacs that have deceased
But is you who calls for me always you who calls for me
Transcendental human piss, you call for me
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