July 27, 2010
Onion Peels
The onion is peeling and its left over shell is shining
Its no longer a party 'cause it happens every night
Frightened off the usuals
Frightened off
Frightened off
This winters brown with an apple sun
I can smell you passed out on the oriental rug,
mums first purchase for your shrine to the onion peels.
Its no longer a party 'cause it happens every night
Frightened off the usuals
Frightened off
Frightened off
This winters brown with an apple sun
I can smell you passed out on the oriental rug,
mums first purchase for your shrine to the onion peels.
July 22, 2010
Ashes Instead of Dust
Ashes instead of dust
Another empty bottle
Put them in the fucking recycling
Older bones
Wilder mouths
Family discussions
Mom's in bed
Her spawn strewn across the states
Young man with an old soul in the mountains
Rock hard wall in front of her
Make up in her bathroom counter
She rests in another house tonight
Fresh fruit and plants
My sponsor said the cicadas could be god
Let's have another cigarette
Good evening, all
No room to park
Good fuckin' night
Another empty bottle
Put them in the fucking recycling
Older bones
Wilder mouths
Family discussions
Mom's in bed
Her spawn strewn across the states
Young man with an old soul in the mountains
Rock hard wall in front of her
Make up in her bathroom counter
She rests in another house tonight
Fresh fruit and plants
My sponsor said the cicadas could be god
Let's have another cigarette
Good evening, all
No room to park
Good fuckin' night
July 16, 2010
Sweet Weeping Hair
Lost a lil' bit of nothing
Always drifting with your sweet weeping hair
You're so damn pretty, darlin'
Throwing dirty punches,
You never gave a damn
With your sweet weeping hair
Thick and purple port
Never tasted so good
Bathing,
Not for a fuck
Bare with your sweet weeping hair
Sticky tiles
Can't take my eyes off you, pretty darlin'
July 15, 2010
New Town
I am in the way
I am in the way
I am moving to a new town
To be closer to you
To be closer to you
To be near you
This lonesome glow is brighter, baby!
Fix me, fix me
I am in the way
I am moving to a new town
To be closer to you
To be closer to you
To be near you
This lonesome glow is brighter, baby!
Fix me, fix me
July 12, 2010
Pierre Michaux- Inventor of the Bicycle
I am a reporter of the pink sky
Bicycle riding tyrant
I fear the disappearance of my reflection on the lake
Just let me know where you've been, Pierre
I will be up to no good
Track marks on your papers
Your invention is happening somewhere else, Pierre
Nobody in your bed
I will die all alone
You will arrive and not know anyone
I will share my bicycle
We will pedal through the ceiling of veils and lace
Oh, Pierre take notes on this sunset
I have had time alone to be scared
Now it is your turn
Dig your wooden fingers into each handle
1862, Pierre
You're old
Bicycle riding tyrant
I fear the disappearance of my reflection on the lake
Just let me know where you've been, Pierre
I will be up to no good
Track marks on your papers
Your invention is happening somewhere else, Pierre
Nobody in your bed
I will die all alone
You will arrive and not know anyone
I will share my bicycle
We will pedal through the ceiling of veils and lace
Oh, Pierre take notes on this sunset
I have had time alone to be scared
Now it is your turn
Dig your wooden fingers into each handle
1862, Pierre
You're old
July 8, 2010
Paisley
Paisley sheets
With the desire to engage in the daily controversy between the white panels above
and the wooden support system below
The breath of flame greeting a cylinder of scented wax leaves a sticky film beneath every footstep
Lingering between a dresser and thinner fabrics
Children tumble outside
The window screen leaks every shriek and sheltered giggle
A mothers reminder of hygiene before supper echoes throughout this room
It has all melted
That scented cylinder placed on top of that maple wood dresser has stretched to every corner
Beneath paisley sheets
Taking in every sly comment mixing in the atmosphere
Eyes closed
The film creeping up your ankles
Good night
With the desire to engage in the daily controversy between the white panels above
and the wooden support system below
The breath of flame greeting a cylinder of scented wax leaves a sticky film beneath every footstep
Lingering between a dresser and thinner fabrics
Children tumble outside
The window screen leaks every shriek and sheltered giggle
A mothers reminder of hygiene before supper echoes throughout this room
It has all melted
That scented cylinder placed on top of that maple wood dresser has stretched to every corner
Beneath paisley sheets
Taking in every sly comment mixing in the atmosphere
Eyes closed
The film creeping up your ankles
Good night
July 6, 2010
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