So many things to name. So many things to know the name of. So many ways to classify into different and the same of. So many stories to read. Just to be considered up to speed.
Lots of folks back East, they say. Is leavin' home every day. Beatin' the hot old dusty way. To the California line. . 'Cross the desert sands they roll.
Perpetrating counter culture she is walking through the park. First light ugly and more muscular than the dark. Pushing poems at the urban silence. Drawing portraits of the passers-by.
The wind is ruthless. The trees shake angry fingers at the sky. The people hunch their shoulders. Hold their collars over their ears and run by. . It's a cold rain.
You sold yourself away. You told yourself it's ok. States creating states. Flowing over the high line. . And it makes me wanna cry. Caught you as I floated by.
If I begin to feel lighter. Hold me down. And I'll be yours for evermore. . God bless this mess I'm in. For it is time. To be rid of a certain sin. . A cool breeze down my spine.
Suddenly, life has new meaning. Suddenly, feeling is being. . And you shine inside. and love stills my mind like the sunrise. Dreaming light of the sunrise.
Lift my mind to the light because I'm frozen. Lift my eyes to the sky because I'm searching. . To feel like I want it to. To be like I want it to. Because I'm trying my love.
When you're near me I have difficulty respirating. When you're near me I have difficulty concentrating. When you're near me I have difficulty standing upright.
I tried to murder the lonely,. Contemplate our mortality.. . Into infinity,. Frozen memory. . Wipe the tears from yesterday,. A time for change, take the pain away..
Feeling rock queers, we're ready to kick tonight. No time to hesitating, my body's aching. Looking for some action, satisfaction all right. Charging, vain grace, as active as the hundreds size of proof.
Building shrines to gods you'll. . never know praying for rian. . settling for snow. Spinning out of. know your name? Do you even care?. times to beats impaired. Do you.
The twisted trees sing. Dark, dark, dark. Broken branches hidden. Far down below. . The trees stare back. And we burn in smoke. Reflecting in the water like ghosts.
Sly like a magpie's shared between the species. Something there glitters, the theft is made. Gold speckled waters, the source unfound. Slips through wet fingers back under ground.
Isn't it divine how. Unaware we are?. Curling up in our bubble. Clinching for the burst. Isn't it terrible. How terrified we are?. To let somebody in for the fear that they'll break.
Ladies and gents. Back by popular demand. It's the G&B with Carlos Santana. . And a we, we, we, we're dirty dancin'. (To my people in the front). And we, we, we, we're dirty dancin'.