The scary tale on this day leads us on. What can I say? How naive, this cliche. The pulse goes on. The end we anticipate. . Some story ends and hurray.
Starling. Music and Lyrics by Reese Roper from album Anti-Meridian. . Filthy bird laying in our yard,. four chamber heart never beat so hard.. Dad said she was almost gone,.
Tell me, come on, tell me what you can. Even as you wait for death, you're wiser than I am. Tell me what does it mean to exist. I am not a scientist, I must believe in more than this.
Mass of rain scaling skyscrapers.. Point only to failed ambitions.. Alone in the city of millions he walks on the left.. Against the open floor of human traffic,.
The birds are up when he collapses through her door. Spilling out in constellations on her floor. Soaked in liquor he is soft as bread. And everything that's left in him to beg her to his bed.
So far, so good, or so they say from mission control,. The deep of space is no place for a fragile human soul.. The rockets burn as servos click and turn,.
They say you died in your sleep. From a poison vapour leak in 1917. You were only 23. The time I saw you last was in a piece of glass. When you moved across the room.
Me and the ocean, me and the sea. I don't think so, I don't think it was meant to be. Take me off, somewhere cold, gradually just growing old. And someday maybe make of me an honest man.
Now sit right back as I bust a "rhyme",. I've got the "freshest" beats and I'm always on time,. I'm the baddest of the best,. Yeah I'm the king.. Master of beats and the cross-fader,.
(Cameo...cameo). . There!. There you are!. There again.... . Staring through the screen when the lights are dim. I wonder why you are there. . Oh wait, I saw you again!.
I climbed up a mountain and looked off the edge. And all of the lives that I never have led. Is one where I stayed with you across the sea. I wonder do you still think of me.
A Friday night affair. Out in the city heat. Always a party there. Along the sordid street. And it was guaranteed. The place to be was Rocketown. . The drinks were two for one.
Breathe in breathe out your contradictions. Breathe in breathe out your words of fiction. Breathe in breathe out you say, "but not on my time.". . Says I, "Good bye to Grace.".
Under twenty thousand tons of brick and stone,. She carries all the weight of her own world,. But somewhere deep inside,. Beneath the cartilage and bone,.
Watch me and stay close beside. So helplessly waiting close my eyes. And hold me now because it's after me. Just waiting for my last breath. . Vague distant holes in my memory.
Downtown in the shade. Staring at the sunshine in my face. Telling me to come and hide, come and play. I'm telling you the sun never goes away. . And all I do is talk, talk, talk all day.
It was all about acceleration. All for notoriety. All about the destination. Driven by my own abilities. . Rocket shuttered screamed and then fell away.
In perfect orbit they have circled. As the light of many worlds falls softly on their skin. And days here pass like minutes. One moment of brilliant daylight will shift into the next.
Mr. Mercury, (U.S. patent No. 55453xx54), a cast iron steam machine,. Made the morning tea for the Admiral Gabardine. Went out on an errand but came back too late.
Come, come like sugar my love. Until the bitter taste is gone. These images then burn my eyes. Like the thumbprints of the sun. Come, come everything to please me.