turning your orbit around

or... the utter enormity of the task

3.28.2007

another new song...

this one has no music yet. it seems my favorite subjects of late are marginal men and seedy situations. let me know what you think. the rhyme scheme for the verses is aabaab.

holed up and waiting

There’s something in the change
An echo in the name
A ghostly neon likeness
Out the dirty window panes
Far across the bay
Don’t know the truth, can’t try to hide it

Knee shakes and earthquakes
Round the corner in the rain
Tobacco on the tongue
Cut coffee with cane
It’s all the same
There’s a grand on the table and a gun

I can’t think
I need a drink
Blink at myself
Over the sink
Splash cold water
And I’m back from the brink
I need a drink
I can’t think

An insurgent resurgence
Light it but don’t burn it
Self-righteous indignation
Paranoid with yearning
Tired of this burning
God’s getting just a little impatient

Blistered and raw
Rosin bow and a saw
Diluted dust in the air
The blow and the fall
A tailspin and a stall
A broken jaw and a thousand yard stare

Dirty tile creaky chairs
Waiting for shoes on the stairs
Streetlights slant in through the blinds
Just a little impaired
But why should they care
It’s their junk now and not mine

Knee shakes and earthquakes
Round the corner in the rain
Tobacco on the tongue
Cut coffee with cane
It’s all the same
There’s a grand on the table and a gun

I can’t think
I need a drink
Blink at myself
Over the sink
Splash cold water
And I’m back from the brink
I need a drink
I can't think

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