. . .
|
|
|
. . .
|
|
i've reached the age of discharge
of spitting up what they put in
you look at me all sigh and sigh
ask me have i cut it
yeah i cut it all the time
break it right down to the skin
scrape it down to the skin
talking to the walls new turned
i'm talking to your face
i've reached the age of discharge
digression had its years of storming backstage
storming backstage
folded arms all
trembling
dying just to
dying just to crash you precious car
i'm dying just to
dying just to crash your precious car
he never hears his own voice
i brace my lips too tight
half spent on hoping for it
to go right just to fuck it up
i can't hold my hands still
so how could i ever hold yours
i invited you over for a locked door
don't get there
don't get there with me
dont get there
don't get there with me
. . .
|
|
the weapon is not your out all
loaded and wanting to
unload ammunition, shotgun definition of you
passing out holes unaccidental
easier sold than set upon
with a fever your sense of direction saturates into the parade
tightrope and so on the wanting edge
get rid of some excess excess red
and your dead batteries
scrub all the carpets
turn over mattress
burn all your outfits
draw drape the windows
no more adults no more show
no more arrest
no more business go home no more
hands like traffic static
like they ripped your lips off and you can't say a word
tightrope and so on the wanting edge
get rid of some excess excess red
and your dead batteries
shoving into
shadows into
being the spy
blowing smoke on the flowers
they take your spine every time
when it's all blown over wil you be the revolver and count your cards
lost all you had when you started doing math on your arms
. . .
|
|
it's harder to tell
with all this floor
between the counter and the door
there's been a filling
up
holes in the ceiling
static
the tv sounds like raining
it's just us
and the furniture
problematically you're smiling
but your teeth aren't directed at me
did i walk in on a one on no one
you're one of those just like me
problematically you're smiling
but your teeth aren't directed at me
did i walk in on a one on no one
you're one of those just like me
nevermind though
that's what it's like, right?
spinning in the morning over beginnings
forgetting and losing and bruising and the
winning of attention
honorable mention
i've got dirty hands
problematically you're smiling
but your teeth aren't directed at me
did i walk in on a one on no one
you're one of those just like me
problematically you're smiling
but your teeth aren't directed at me
did i walk in on a one on no one
you're one of those just like me
admitting the song
is plaing along
you can lean back but it won't be long until you fall back
regretful and wrecked
so let's not
do you love it?
is this what you want?
despite all the answers there's a tendency to question
what's not even questionable
you've got dirty hands
. . .
|
|
|
. . .
|
|
i think you've broken in
i think you've reached intersection
i think you've loaded the gun
past formalities into action
the way you stand there
face facing right, eyes locking in
i am your target
pupils dilate to take the hit
no dish. no cable. simply an aerial.
i've got it.
i take the liberty
i take the bait and place the bait
i take all the tools on my belt
sharpen them up and set them out
i've come to notice
i've come to know you
been feeling way too centered
now i'm reaching out of this lazy middle
no dish. no cable. simply an aerial.
i've got it.
now you've locked me straight in the doorway
now you've locked me foreign language
now it's missed what i feared missed
how beside you i am sharing i am
fuck dim shouldered and your
your, you're boredom
boredom boredom babies
. . .
|
|
the beauty's backgroun is not so pretty
holidays are just as shitty pretty or ugly
mark up make up
makes them crazy
lie for waste
you'd die to taste it
we are something
interupted
once something, but that was once
what is twice
you turn on and off the light
on and off and
on and off the light and
shining in little jars
running through your altar arms
screaming "drive it like you stole it"
what ever moves you
introduce you to yourself
in the office
in your best dress
undress yourself
(chorus)
i never wanted to be this careful
in the soup spoon
i am upside down like the rest of the room
and i believe that
(chorus)
. . .
|
|
take the hip from the battlefield
under awning yawning like fallen limb
i'm just as much a part of it
i'm just as much a part of it
but i take my own hand and i squeeze at the blue
i break my own hand
just to push it through
just to push it through
push it through
push it through
a defect health
lost score
other soar
because honesty is not knowing the difference between where and when
am i out am i in?
step closer to the lighter boy
light a fire around those tired eyes
the heat perspires
retires your disguise
you fall in
you fall out
step in to the office
. . .
|
|
you'd kill yourself wouldn't you
you'd kill yourself wouldn't you
you'd put yourself in pieces if you
felt someone could use your pieces
wouldn't you
you'd do it hardly thinking
go for random cuts relieving
how you wanted badly to be an airplane
to take us to your air space
the only place
where you can stop the shaking
you've got all the gasoline
one could ever ever need
say tell that to the one who
tell that to yourself- you
illustrate your grave disorder
walking holes into the floor
tracking drags your fingers alligned
along those locked wide open doors
say it to yourself
no one's gonna do it for you
so shouldn't you
you've got it all blacklined
in measured time a stencil mind
unveils the sleeping motor
dreaming on while your shoulders sink
oh no wonder
you sleep on edge like maybe
if they want me they can take me
but they're gonna have to drag my feet
from the drain
. . .
|
|
if you penetrate the door
you've got a hallway highway to some other
can you handle handrail, in all honesty
stats out very uneven
questionable how you're climbing
steps?
what's that mean
i hear the creaking speaking
very well
i stand watching from the banister
we are both equally explosive
you've come in all unexposed and
get your new skin on now
on the outside again
feels funny to you now
looks like you get another shot
here's a bat
you're a hit with me
furious in the fast fast forest
body hollow attic
looking for some skin to share
apostrophe
looking for me
your eyes ask mine if i'm
anywhere
can you scal live wire
quite impaired but i'm dying to take the dare
so climb
. . .
|
|
for a minute you force contentment
you make me like me like i am
like i could walk in place forever
it would make things more comfortable
for you for you for you
in comes oxidation with any mention
i catch that wind of radiation and suffer in your must
must you- must you be the obstruct
for a minute you force contentment
you make me like me like i should stay in on static circle
it would make me easaier to handle
for you for you for you
in comes oxidation with any mention
i catch that wind of radiation and suffer in your must
must you- must you be the obstruct
the face is blank- believe it
black and white can't capture red and blue
i don't feel so grid and time
leave that idea outside
will you
. . .
|
|
a conversation after a long day of sidewalk aggrivations
the sky was loveless from the ground up
she's like neon signs and coffee
special personalities
television education
mechanical romance
hit me in the forehead
a missle misdirected
is a pain which is protection
against ever becoming part of the painfully obvious problem
obviously
you, me, someone, somebody
has their fingers crossed instinctually
a conversation about forgetting what it's like to be touched
falling asleep on your stomach
sharing dreams of acidic indigestion
we question in the morning
is this nauseous rendition of life
beyond this position
hit me in the forehead
a missle misdirected
is a pain which is protection
against ever becoming part of the painfully obvious problem
obviously
you, me, someone, somebody
has their fingers crossed instinctually
. . .
|
|
|
. . .
|
|
facts round to false
statements state what you meant
the meaning gets lost under management
i've grown disinterested in numbers
the passing cars
of four-wheeled hearts
just exhaust and cancer
heard a whisper for a wishing
in a gas station i was thinking
about fuel force feeding
what was left wasn't much
unrelative and all out of touch
passion pushed off and never
never again bleeding red and real
now tell me how you fell
tell me how you feel
tell me how how
how do you feel now
imitating machines
before long with mechanical dreams
i'm not what you meant
you're not what i mean
dirty developments never go home clean
. . .
|
|
slave with words to form your dig in
got half a hand in hardly missing
in spitting distance
spit the image
got your lips swimming in it
the home is stormed
the nightmare fires
right on time to filter light in
in my jacket you've got back ache
now you've come back for my spine
happens every time
i need it, i need it
everyday pores suck in
in mean reverberations
electricity is conversation
plug in love in saved my life
all the days i've lived all i give
you've given back all of it times everything
why am i so down like this
who am i
the race car
might miss the mouth
i missed the mouth and got it all down the front of your shirt
left a stain to remind you i came and went
and i will remember everything
i need it, i need it
everyday pores suck in
in mean reverberations
electricity is conversation
plug in love in saved my life
all the days i've lived all i give
you've given back all of it times everything
the deep end contriver
drowns a million times
the soar soar soar soldier swims up to the lip
suck in what ever you can
red eyed now every time i try to begin
still calves kick
tick with the tide and i hate every line i ever met
i need it, i need it
everyday pores suck in
in mean reverberations
electricity is conversation
plug in love in saved my life
all the days i've lived all i give
you've given back all of it times everything
. . .
|
Switch to Russian 