Surrogate To None

Sorry my friends but I must say
We all talk where is not our place
What matters to me is to just let it be
can't analyze every theme

What makes a right a 'right' is the right to avoid
what I wont just own in saliva and voice

In time my friends we all could say
we talk just too much shit
So sell it to me the will of the free
a transcript that arranges your need

But you talk too, much too while I'm drunk
And you kill my buzz which is getting harder to afford

A seance was fix for the logic priests
the authorities that could intervene
they all agree what I had for long perceived

That you talk too, much too while I'm drunk
And you kill my buzz which is getting harder to afford

To whom I know and to strangers
May I be surrogate to none
I am flesh and poetry
of the cheapest kind
just a passer by
with my bones.

Spoilers of The Now

In the new year change
will surely come our way
But we never had it
never had the jet packs to replace our legs.
Spoilers of the now
expecting the clowns frown
But we never had it
never had Krishnamurti on our sight
There's a bell which rings
with a bleak sound that could pierce
the fragrance of the cocaine city
well mannered as we sleep.

I ain't fearing no glaciers
Nor republican votes
cause I'm about to expire
before the end of the world.
How pop could you get song
how low will you go
who's gonna recognize
who you've been ripping off.

Through Our Door

Living just has to be
whatever we may need
To make things work out
sometimes you shout too loud
I hope your patience is not short
many farewells I have known
One from you for sure
will undoubtedly hurt the most

Will you settle with me
knowing you could meet
A thousand better men
a thousand better men
You know its gonna be hard
for me to bring cash
through our door
cause I hate my job

I just cant explain now
I promise to clean up
Is not complicated
I just wanna write songs till I die
I'll write you a million songs before I die.

D.I.Y.

I trust the city will do me no harm
I trust your hands strike like mine
I blame my disillusions if it doesn't leak art
When the 'do it yourself' is for someone else

I saw myself walking down Fordham road
In some words I've written with a forgotten tone
And it has been stated sold as advertised
live information brought here to die

I trust the city cause there is no shell
my freedom poems will be vintage hell
Don't start your arguments just to be done
you can't celebrate your martyrdom when you're gone

Since we are all leverage
In a news channel's bed
with a news' poll distance
offering me what is best.
Don't act like you know me
You are one to obsess
with your transparent bigotry
about realms you can't posses.

This Ain't An Altruistic Smile

Yes you may jingle my song
it could sell by the bunch
Its alright, ain't nothing wrong
cause Dylan sells Ipods

We've all become affordable whores
ornaments on stock
What would Dylan write
if I was his canvas.

But this ain't an altruistic smile
tough I could smile for a while
As soon as you pay me
you can have my service, you can have my service.
You can rent a cervix.

Its alright Ma
I'm only expanding my audience
No longer bleeding
Just busy here being.

A Vague Interpretation of the Sentence Being Served

It's like I am the person who never was
quite prepare for the unveiling of the consequential glare
My passiveness and I have the potential to see a lot of great things pass us by
Just a minuscule glitch, nothing the Lo-Fi Redemption can not fix
It is a wrong man's world when the opposition is louder than my voice
It is a vague interpretation of the sentence being served

There must be something I could do
For You
Let ME Know.