turning your orbit around

or... the utter enormity of the task

10.20.2005

new one

i'll try to put this to rf's latest mars volta style opus tonight. don't know if it'll work, but we'll see.

stop blinking

the sweet smell of moldering hay
under woodsmoke and a chill rain
it smells like a girl you once knew
it smells like a girl you once knew

2 packs of sugar and coffee black
your sleeves cover most of your hands
you try to move but walking won't do
you try to move but walking won't do

the rain the cars the streets the bars
the sidewalks cracked and sinking
the rain the cars the streets the stars
you look up and can't stop blinking

at night the buses rumble past
on their way to nowhere fast
the dogs sniff black diesel fumes
the dogs sniff black diesel fumes

and the buildings they move in the breeze
and history it don't mean a thing
and i'm no longer talking to you
i'm no longer talking to you

the rain the cars the streets the bars
the sidewalks cracked and sinking
the rain the cars the streets the stars
you look up and can't stop blinking

1 Comments:

At 11:38 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Brilliant. You are amazing.
It was worth missing lost. j

 

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