Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
it felt right
we sat outside together
feeling the mist of spring rising from the ground
drops of water
fell to our foreheads
the magic
touching us
I now see
where I want to be
Won't let the light escape from me.
Won't let the darkness swallow me.
I won't pretend I can fool this distance,
or that my feelings will last longer than time,
I won't fight to keep a flame going,
when I know that it won't keep me warm.
"The joke in your language won't come out the same" (Tom Petty)
I'm no dude! Dudette!
why can't some people understand that it's unrealistic to think that balance can be found within a delusion?
Some delusions are easier to deal with
Delusions are closer to the truth, that what 90% of people perceive as reality
Some people just hate the real world, not surprisingly.
A fault line pretends
To stay calm
For another day
Holding fast
Forces those left
To run away
You can see for miles
Smoke that billows
Move close to smell
Smoke that stays close
I’ve known through clues
How it ends with nothing
But a sunset now
Would darken everything
The past is a horrible thing
Holding you fast with the people it brings
Their faces bright hold everything
You thought was right and made you sing
Never again will rain fall warm
But storm clouds grow
To answer the call
For warm, comforting rain
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane....
Leaving the pillow alone tonight
And I can see for miles
Speak father with all your might
Drive in one last nail
I’d walk right into your hands
From the end of the earth
I’d make one final stand
If you could see what I’m worth
Some delusions are easier to deal with
Delusions are closer to the truth, that what 90% of people perceive as reality
Some people just hate the real world, not surprisingly.
A fault line pretends
To stay calm
For another day
Holding fast
Forces those left
To run away
You can see for miles
Smoke that billows
Move close to smell
Smoke that stays close
I’ve known through clues
How it ends with nothing
But a sunset now
Would darken everything
The past is a horrible thing
Holding you fast with the people it brings
Their faces bright hold everything
You thought was right and made you sing
Never again will rain fall warm
But storm clouds grow
To answer the call
For warm, comforting rain
it sounds rather that you're talking more about illusions and that's okay...i was talking about delusions where a people lose their grip on any sense of reality
you never listen to the voices inside
they fill your ears as you run to a place to hide
you're never sure if the illusion is real
you pinch yourself but the memories are all you feel
25 years ago
I stood
right in front
of Billy ...
even then
I knew
what he was
talking about
when he asked
"are you lonely in the dark"
i love books
the written word
i need more shelves
tis the least they deserve
i can't get enough
he'll think im nuts
when he sees them stacked
like furniture
today two came
in the mail from afar
a thurston moore and a book on punk abodes
i find them and
theyre oh so cheap
but the postage ...yes...
... now thats the bitch
i love books
i must have more
i need to live forever
so i can read them all
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
i love books
the written word
i need more shelves
tis the least they deserve
i can't get enough
he'll think im nuts
when he sees them stacked
like furniture
today two came
in the mail from afar
a thurston moore and a book on punk abodes
i find them and
theyre oh so cheap
but the postage ...yes...
... now thats the bitch
i love books
i must have more
i need to live forever
so i can read them all
diggin it in kansas
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
there are also Lions and Tigers and Bears to deal with
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Comments
she rolls her eyes...why?
i don't know
probably just the answer
to the all the things she doesn't know
i hope to hell she's seen' sompin'
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
we sat outside together
feeling the mist of spring rising from the ground
drops of water
fell to our foreheads
the magic
touching us
I now see
where I want to be
Won't let the darkness swallow me.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
no matches
!
I’m glad that you felt that they were in the way.
Thanks for the phone call to let me know to pick them up, because
I spent near 50 bucks.
I guess they probably look better in the trash anyways, or over at your mommas place.
And thanks for letting me know they finally put his headstone up, it took damn near 6 months.
But I’m glad that within the first month, you already had yours up.
Thanks for putting the little birds up there too, thanks for cramming all of your crap and not leaving me any room.
And thanks for putting the little lanterns there that light up night,
So we can all see our way because it’s so often we go and visit the cemetery at night.
Thanks for always thinking of yourself and no one else, thanks for showing me such little respect.
that is absolutely terrible.
anyhow, your writing does make an impact.
nicely done even if it is sad as hell.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
or that my feelings will last longer than time,
I won't fight to keep a flame going,
when I know that it won't keep me warm.
I'm no dude! Dudette!
all that makes sense
is a good intent white lie
sometimes...
a spot on the fence
is the present tense denied
of thoughts
uncontrollable
bursts of angst
a fear inside
for no apparent reason
but uncertain future
in your hands
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
I'm applying for a really important job, so I'm not semi-suicidal or anything
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
It will not be posted here.
Next book, yes.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Nothing and nothing...I just have to be there.
Wembley 18/06/07
If there was a reason, it was you.
O2 Arena 18/09/09
Some delusions are easier to deal with
Delusions are closer to the truth, that what 90% of people perceive as reality
Some people just hate the real world, not surprisingly.
A fault line pretends
To stay calm
For another day
Holding fast
Forces those left
To run away
You can see for miles
Smoke that billows
Move close to smell
Smoke that stays close
I’ve known through clues
How it ends with nothing
But a sunset now
Would darken everything
The past is a horrible thing
Holding you fast with the people it brings
Their faces bright hold everything
You thought was right and made you sing
Never again will rain fall warm
But storm clouds grow
To answer the call
For warm, comforting rain
Leaving the pillow alone tonight
And I can see for miles
Speak father with all your might
Drive in one last nail
I’d walk right into your hands
From the end of the earth
I’d make one final stand
If you could see what I’m worth
it sounds rather that you're talking more about illusions and that's okay...i was talking about delusions where a people lose their grip on any sense of reality
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
they fill your ears as you run to a place to hide
you're never sure if the illusion is real
you pinch yourself but the memories are all you feel
25 years ago
I stood
right in front
of Billy ...
even then
I knew
what he was
talking about
when he asked
"are you lonely in the dark"
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
the written word
i need more shelves
tis the least they deserve
i can't get enough
he'll think im nuts
when he sees them stacked
like furniture
today two came
in the mail from afar
a thurston moore and a book on punk abodes
i find them and
theyre oh so cheap
but the postage ...yes...
... now thats the bitch
i love books
i must have more
i need to live forever
so i can read them all
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
diggin it in kansas
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
no way jose... too many tornadoes and flying houses for me thanks.
hi j.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
there are also Lions and Tigers and Bears to deal with
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
oh my.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
i don't know anymore. i thought i was okay but i guess i was fooling myself
well what is it that you want?
what does it matter? it's out of my hands. there's nothing i can say anymore and there's nothing i can do
well then i guess you have to have a little faith
fuck that bullshit. i have no faith. this isn't about faith anyway. to me it's about fucking with someone. and not even realising it. pure and simple.
that's a harsh comment to make
yeah well it's a harsh world. people always looking for something more. don't know whats right in front of them. i'm too tired to deal with it anymore
well then what are you going to do?
nothing. i'm gonna do nothing.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
nothing makes anything possible....
and nothing kills me.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
don't let it....
i'm just so tired.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say