Monday, March 17, 2008
Wires In My Head
I've got wires in my head and I don't know why,
wires in my head that go beep in the night,
wires in my head, and monitors on my right,
I've got wires in my head and I wanna know why.
I'm laying in this room that's all painted white,
laying in this room, and I just wanna cry,
laying in this room, and I'm afraid I've died,
I'm laying in this room that's blindingly white.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Damn Good Beat
give me a reason to nod my head,
make it a good tune and throw the words away,
give me a good reason--I'll let me be led--
it doesn't matter what your lyrics say;
hand me a prewritten excuse
to loosen up and tap my feet,
intoxicate my aimless muse:
give me a damn good beat.
give me a reason to step back in line,
a pretty face might just be enough
give me a good reason--I'll give you a sign--
no need to be deep, I'll drown in fluff
hand me a ticket for unlimited use
to dive into her deep,
and my mind you can abuse:
give me a damn good beat.
give me a reason to fade into the crowd,
to drop my ego and pick up their ways,
give me a good reason--I won't be loud--
to lose my colors and wear their greys;
hand me a face that's just like theirs,
bribes to keep playing it on repeat,
make us public and our emotions shared:
give me a damn good beat.
make it a good tune and throw the words away,
give me a good reason--I'll let me be led--
it doesn't matter what your lyrics say;
hand me a prewritten excuse
to loosen up and tap my feet,
intoxicate my aimless muse:
give me a damn good beat.
give me a reason to step back in line,
a pretty face might just be enough
give me a good reason--I'll give you a sign--
no need to be deep, I'll drown in fluff
hand me a ticket for unlimited use
to dive into her deep,
and my mind you can abuse:
give me a damn good beat.
give me a reason to fade into the crowd,
to drop my ego and pick up their ways,
give me a good reason--I won't be loud--
to lose my colors and wear their greys;
hand me a face that's just like theirs,
bribes to keep playing it on repeat,
make us public and our emotions shared:
give me a damn good beat.
Monday, March 3, 2008
page 011
a rule that rules the fiction
for no rule can bind my diction.
a change that changes my method,
but it cannot hide the message.
we are the human document,
for no rule can bind my diction.
a change that changes my method,
but it cannot hide the message.
we are the human document,
page 275
And once again,
yesterday,
in the restaurant,
yesterday
in the restaurant,
a figure,
clothed in a suit of light,
adorned,
distinguished,
dark and distinct...
It must have been the devil.
Oh,
had he extended his hand,
I would have gone with him.
And,
yesterday,
he met my gaze
Today,
he smiled.
I eagerly
wait,
for tomorrow.
yesterday,
in the restaurant,
yesterday
in the restaurant,
a figure,
clothed in a suit of light,
adorned,
distinguished,
dark and distinct...
It must have been the devil.
Oh,
had he extended his hand,
I would have gone with him.
And,
yesterday,
he met my gaze
Today,
he smiled.
I eagerly
wait,
for tomorrow.
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