some types are bound to leave
while others lonnger stay
a faithful hearts hard to find
past the break of day
its a nice way to spend the time
sitting here silent at your side
not a lot you gotta say
when you know i love you
now its a little later
and we each got the same
look on our smiling faces
great to spend awhile
sitting next to you
oh.. i feel very much at home
i feel at home
in my life i sometimes feel stupid
i dont know what to do
im never uncertain though
while standin next to you
and the world smiles
on the loving youth
for we're always welcome
to share a perfect view
and just so you know
when im with you
i feel right at home
The Beach
i dont know how you came to me
just when i needed you the most
you came down through the distant night
and wrapped me in the broken star shine
shallow steps tred dark water
i stumbeled to the shore
youre the only one who heard
a moonlit silhouette defined by the dark
my face, a void until your spark
etched the first lines and shape
a void outlined by vague memory
a ghost made life by your defining
a stark and silent shade
just as the sun is damned to rise
i became whole under the dimly shattered sky.
i can feel your heart beat calling me
my own races to obey
the darkness blurs under our embrace
the night explodes in crimson shades
at the crescendo of our passionate fury
the silence speaks with a vividness beyond belief
"it's rainging again"
and all that garbage
got left behind
all along the highway
speeding through state lines
trying to find a place to stay
trying to make back the time
of my life that i spent
stationary like origami
letting all the paper boys
and paper girls
get tangled
unfortunately, ingloriously
now im making up time
speeding past the state lines
and all those ghosts
on the side of the road
wont make me lose my focus
the folks dancin in the rain
wont tempt my dutiful eye to sway
and and and..
i unfold the map l
like reverse origami
leave behind the squiggles and lines
a mess of a home town
a crumpled mess of a home
speeding pass i spare a glance
to the city of lights
in the middle of nothing
a dazzling spectacle meant for nobody but me
and and and
i move past the factories
that make the light for the paper kids to play
and i rake past the last fossils
of the great fucking american lakes
im moving faster now,
im picking up speeed
im moving faster
but this is all i need
if i move fast and far enough
the ghost will stop by the way side
and ill glide out of my old life
like a lizard painfully shed
an old skin, an antique visage
im flying by
faster than a lovers sigh
im moving faster than
a ghost by the highway side can dance
its raining again..
"TASTE SALT"
WHEN THEY HOLD SO TIGHTLY
IT SCREAMS
THE TIDE LETS GO
THE OCEAN SINKS
AS THE SUN FALLS
INTO THE SEA.
SO LETS GO
WITH THESE INVIsIBLE
WAVES, STARK AND RAVE
WORKING THROUGH THE PAIN
TO SEE THE GREAT
MAGNIFICENT
DELICIOUS GORGEOUS SUNRISE
ABOVE ALL THESE THINGS
THAT BOTHER, TOIL
AND TRIUMPH OVER ME
LETS HEAR IT FROM THE BACK
LIKE A KNIFE IN THE BACK
GOING OVER A REASON
TO FORGIVE MORE TO fOrGET
A SURFACE DEBT
BUT APOLOGIES COME TOO SOON
SO IM AWARE
THAT YOURE LYING
YOURE LYING TO ME
WE ALL WELCOME A COmFORTING LONELINESS
JUST SEEMS IM THE FIRST TO ADMIT
IM BETTER OFF WITH than without IT
I WISH I COULD BE
IMAGINING A SUN RED BEACH
THAT BEATS THE HELL OUT OF ME
SO the moon LETs THE TIDE SWELL
AND SWEETLY QUELL
A THIRSTY SAILORS THROAT
THOUGH HE MAY HOLD
OUT
in hopes of home
now LETS DRINK THE SEA
WELCOME ITS SWEET SALTS INTO ME
IM TIRED OF HOLDING OUT
ID RATHER TASTE SALT THAN NOTHING AT ALL
SOMTIMES THE DAY RAINS AND I grin
LIKE A STUCK PIG INTO
THE face OF A sMILING drain
working so hard to carry me away
WORKING LIKE A DOG
FOR THE SIN OF STICKING THE NEEDLE
IN MY ARM.
IM BROKE.
THE KNEES THE NEEDS THE thieves
BREATHE A DEEP PEACE
IM WOrKING WORKING WORKING
IM WORKING IT OUT
im ON A PLANE
WORKING LATE, TONIGHT
TO SPITE THE POVERTY IM LIKING,
MORE AND MORE
THE THROAT OF THE BEAUTIFUL GOAT
ID SHAKE HANDS WITH well
for a real,
for a real deal
IF I WAS WORTH A SHIT,
i could get something
instead of nothing
for it
LAYING DOWN THE PEN
THE BLOOD TORN FUCKING WRIST
WHAT I SIGN GLADLY AWAY
I KNOW ISNT WORTh A SHIT
