dancing does not exist

February 3rd, 2007 at 03:40:45 AM

these are mostly just
the sounds of people drowned
and this is just the water
that pulled them under
and all your really hearing
is the children screaming
right before their muffled cries
and subtle lives were cut off
before the glass ceiling

i've got no problem admitting
the truth
but it's not quite as fun
unless you've someone to
do it to

so tell me baby girl where
have those hands been
cuz i don't know if i could
handle being another has-been
or dealing with your past when
i've got hell in my own heart
to deal with on my own part

get it? it's subjective

February 2nd, 2007 at 02:28:38 AM

when i drive home
i often see shit
like deer and like
sometimes it looks
like the road is a thing
above the ground
and i'm going to hit it
and i wonder sometimes
why it is that you can't
see what i see and
i wonder sometimes
why we think we see
what each other sees
when really life is all
about what you see.

in his car while he's driving to paradise

January 31st, 2007 at 05:15:36 AM

the tree felt like we felt
how we knelt and she dealt
cards in shards of bars and bars
of hearts and stars and cars and fars
given the decision of living over killing
took living instead of giving now skin
STRETCHED OVER THE CEILING
bad guy leaves now the fat guy bleeds
over the black eyed peas and bass line frees
YO WHATS HIS LAST NAME WHOSE HIS GIRL
NOW IMMA LAUGH CUZ I FUCKED YOUR WORLD
learned the lesson saved and burnt the session
words stressing the weight whose guessing
killed the lot with a shot
gave what's got so it plays a lot