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Burn burn, for us, for them, for you  It's fairly early as I awake to the sound of trash cans being slammed against the ground The fireflies are still out fighting the sunrise for the light. I run outside to catch as few but as I leave my door, they dissipate across the horizon. I sing my songs as the day goes by, the day goes by so quickly. Around sunset, I ask the sun where is it going so fast. It leaves without saying goodby and I feel completely alone until seconds later my friends come out to play. flickering lights surround me as they buzz along to my songs. I catch a few and they hurrily fly away I then realize that they arn't really my friends, so I walk down the street, with sparks flying behind me and my head sunken low. I sat on my Verandah sipping the sunset but as the golden sun was but a thumb's distance from falling. I decided to leave before it was too late. So as I reached the moist soil I walked as the one of them. Savage and primitive. And I became one of them before the sun was gone. But she goes out without me with all the glitz and glamour Isn't it so seductive how she comes home in the morning wearing the clothes she wore the night before? And I stand there and let it happen I stood sit there with my rags of clothing and mud down my face and urge to kiss her But, painfully, she resists and I am alone with my poverty of high culture. So as she steps on the Verandah to look down upon my people I lose all respect for my small little world and weep to the sounds of the wind through the seemingly calm landscape and it comforts me in my sorrows. I then realize that that landscape is all I have, that landscape and it's people. i met a girl who showed me the sounds of the pacific and the crickets in the south. She can turn water into wine with a flick of her wrist and she can muster all sorts of tricks if you just ask. When I look into her hands I can see her past and all the ideals she's kept. And she slender hips seems to oscillate with the sound of the wind. She tells me secrets of the world to come and i can't help but to remain quiet and watch as her lips part I must tell you, she's a cloud, she's a goldfish. She floats above the ground and whisps me away. For So tell secrets me of your past tell me all the things that you hold in the depths of the chambers of your heart. Because i'll be dead soon. At least to you. I'm packing my life away and leaving this wretched town So tell me secrets of your past. I won't tell a soul. My clock reads late And I can't rest my eyes to see tomorrow Because i bled coffee and the caffine is over bearing I am shaking and twitching all over the place. Calm me down So tell me secrets of your past Because I'd like to know you Before it is too late. Is it too late to say goodby? I've got until 8 this morning. Go ahead doctor me up and poke my eyes with sticks of spiltered wood. i want to go cliffdiving off my deck and into the soft grass below Because rocks can't forgive me if i want to take it all back so i scratch my wrist until they bleed and drink the blood to gain my thirst and since i'm full I can just disappear. So what if I just disappear? Well the searchlights turn to a amber sap color? or will there be searchlights at all. So i could just hide in the snow and no one will find me until spring will roll around the earth and unleash me from my icy coffin maybe i'll rise again to my peak and fall once i rose so just go ahead doctor me up and make me into some one new. My heart is all jumbled and my hands all sweaty and my mind is a mess. because i can't stand being alone I felt like such a wall plug rip me out rip me out. and to associate my self with fingers in the ground I burn myself up like matches in the sky until there is nothing left but ashes blown away by this relentless wind. and the orange pieces of paper scatter around because of the oscillating blades of the fan in the center of your stomach I canttake this drudging motion anymore but i rub and rub until my skin gets so raw that it falls apart with any malicious action thrown about But i can touch you, I can feel you through the wires in my ceiling but that's as close as I can get to the sweet taste upon your lips. I build you a bridge to travel the plains and to see the towns where the tap water is poision and people sleep in their cars Where the trees grow so fast that the branches twist and curl around the wires making it hard to reach any outsiders. You light your matches to see your way down the rusted old trail until your matchbook becomes vacant with sticks of sulfur and grace so you are alone in the dark with the animals that call to you So you're not alone. They talk and talk so you block them out with pine needles in the ground. and they bid you goodby just like you did to me. but I've been with you this whole time, following you over the bridge and into the woods and over the plains and into the seamless towns and into the dark. And I quit my breathing in fear of you hearing my pounding heart. So i lay in the sand with my eyes wide open and blink to make pearls from my lids. And give them to you one day that the sun will rise to the matches you will light again. to you. I am just another orange goldfish in the crystal bowl. In a snow covered town hundreds of miles on the distant shores of your dreams. wake up little mister Because dreaming is for the juvenile but you insist on sleeping and putting your mind to work. and after a while. the only time you can reach me is while you slumber. So you kip the day away and dreams get written in your books. and you seem to rip me out. and because the pages have no numbers i'd take forever, forever you don't have. so bid me goodby from your far out dreams. because promises are more important than tricks of the mind. the lines in your lips tell a story never to be told. so when you part them, i cry in utter disbelief. So let's pretend it's 1963 where the war is heavy and the loving is easy. and the things were legal to make you trippy. so just fall head over ankles in love with the next miss you meet. steal her digits and call her on the telephone. but you'll hang up every time, just like you always do. Because you are afraid of what might happen afrid of the unknown. So let's pretend it's 1973 Where oil is scare but war still flourished. And no more drugs were found around. So you read up on all your books and study the scandals. and travel to watergate to convict all the criminals. but you become so involved you fall with anger Yelling "I am the emperor" and fall to the ground. So let's pretend it's 1983 Where you can click your nintendo controllers and go to your hooters. but it's never enough. more technology and you need more attention. So let's pretned it's 1993 And you never felt alive. Computer can rule the world as far as you are concerned. but now it's over. |
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