Technicolor girls are always on the phone. talking about their homes. and the conversations continue endlessly.. . Technicolor boys, transistor radios.
Sometimes I talk like a turnstile. when I have had too much to drink. A tangled tongue like English Ivy. Just like a film dubbed out of sync. . The phone is ringing in the guest room.
One, two, three, four. . Oh, my talking bird. Though you know so few words. They're on infinite repeat. Like your brain can't keep up with your beak. .
Squeaky swings and tall grass. The longest shadows ever cast. The water's warm and children swim. And we frolicked about in our summer skin. . I don't recall a single care.
There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes. I threw them to sea, but a gust blew them backwards. and the sting in my eyes that you then inflicted was.
It's gotten late. and now I want to be alone.. All of our friends were here,. they all have gone home.. And here I sit on the front porch,. watching the drunks.
Life is sweet in the belly of the beast. In the belly of the beast. And with her song in your heart. It can never bring you down. It can never bring you down.
Holding fast until the rent checks wear thin. because it hasn't sunk in... so far. . Well it's a drab routine, the dust storms building. and then it's hard to come clean.
I don't know if you can hear me. I'm feeling down and can't think clearly. Even though it's complicated. We've got time to start again. I don't know if you can hear me.
Time for the final bow.. Rows of deserted houses.. all our stable mates are highway bound.. Give us our measly sum. Getting the air inside my lungs. is heavenly..
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St. Peter's cathedral, built of granite. But ever fearful of the answer. When the candle in the tunnel. Is flickering and sputters and fading faster. It's only then that you will know.
I want to live where soul meets body. And let the sun wrap its arms around me and. Bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing. And feel- feel what it's like to be new.
Photographs of the best time you had,. windows smudged by the speed.. Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street,. as morning turned into California,.
I once knew a girl in the years of my youth. With eyes like the summer all beauty and truth. But in the morning I fled left a note and it read. Someday you will be loved.
I can't expel the truth. It's much more than I thought I could do. And with time my worth will stain. And split your heart from my name.... So drive away your mouth from my ears.
Some boys are filling,. some boys are filling the hole. They're making the killing. at the top of the billings. Their role,. and that's all that they know.
Love of mine, some day you will die. But I'll be close behind. I'll follow you into the dark. No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white. Just our hands clasped so tight.
You don't know how you move me. Deconstruct me. And consume me. I'm all used up. I'm out of luck. I am starstruck. By something in your eyes that is keeping my hope alive.
What ghosts exist behind these attic walls? There's got to be a simpler explanation,. 'cause I scrimped and I saved just to find that they've been splicing my inventions..