segunda-feira, 24 de outubro de 2011

born, never asked

'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice.
And when justive is gone, there's always force.
And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom!


this town

If you want to write a song about the moon
Walk along the craters of the afternoon
When the shadows are deep
And the light is alien
And gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement
And you want to write a song about the moon


domingo, 9 de outubro de 2011

i say prolix! PROLIX!

I turn on the radio, there's some cat on the saxophone, laying down a litany of excuses. There's madhouse longing in my eyes i rub the lamp between my thighs and hope the genie comes out singing. I live in some forgotten song and move like i'm zombie-strong, breathe steady as the pendulum keeps swinging.

but darling, we can clearly see it's all life and fire and lunacy and excuses and excuses and excuses


Now hit the streets!

Sapped and stupid I lie upon the stones and I swoons. The darlig little dandelions have done their thing and changed from suns into moons. The dragons roam the shopping malls, I hear they're gonna eat our guts. If I had the strength I might pick up my sword and make some attempt to resist.