gin i win

you spend too much time dwellin' in some sweet afterwords
the past is a puddle, there's a flower in the middle that could be yours
if you'd sing a little softer, pay a little more attention to
the atmospheres
you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without asking
you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without explaining
you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without complaining
you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without drinking
you can't tell it like it is 'cause there ain't no like it is
spend all your time dwelling on some ill preacher's curse
the pact is pointless and everyone staring eats their words
so sing a little softer, pay a little more attention to the atmospheres
you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without parading
you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without breaking
you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without erasing
you can't tell it like it is if you can tell it like it is without weeping
you can't tell it like it is 'cause there ain't no like it is



sewn in seems

one wanders lifeless into love
where language always breaks above
and recalls a hundred thousand dreams
and years of longing sewn in seams
the scars are just about under the skin
which is under a wave which is where we begin
the innocent moves and has moved all along
with the water in his blood that sings the song
a man fell in love with a girl by a bush
and someone innocent drowned
the bush was brought foreward and the girl turned home
and everything freezes in fright
the jury shall rest for the night
but it's too soon to give up for the night
and the girl moved on
and the bush was bright
and justice will be violent to rise



sin(g)

walked over between us
good god on the ground
walked over between us and stomped
but he cannot speak for you
you know what you need
the smash of a window
a stem in your seed
it's true and it's tragic
the love that you lack
the next step you take will be on your back
an angel is reeling
in really cheap shoes
and it's tougher than nails when
you choose to lose
protected by blankets
protected by sails
the good lord will keep you and keep you impaled
but your straps have been broken
and your ears ring
he will hear when you pray
we will love when you sin(g)



ee.cummings

"what have i done that you wouldn't have"



house demands

bend your head against the grey
and spit and curse and fuck and pray
and pray and pray until you sleep
the good lord'll keep them knees bleedin'
carry me to the end of this
i can't believe your little bliss
if this is hell well i want it all
and i want this holy house to fall
there's seas of sweat and shit stained spit
suckin' on pig ass and hungry
broken hands and broken bands
beautiful blistering burning sand
the archer's kept in a small glass ball
he's got no love to give at all
fires burn you all will learn
to howl in tune with endless walls
so i demand to house the devil
second-hand chains in a minor way
holiness has made this mess
and i demand to be led astray
the virgin mother told her tale
to keep the truth behind her veil
some awful man invaded her
and from womb a curse was burst
and so she set the world afire
with priests and popes and children's choirs
and if indeed revenge is hers
then the world got just what it deserved




water barer

swing the bucket and walk the miles
everyone's waiting for the water
everyone in town has got a plan for thee
i'm warning you ahead of time
i swear that i have no intentions
but they're all waiting with vultures eyes for thee
swing the bucket and swing it free
swing it however you please
but when you swing into town consider this: if i am as thirsty as anyone there and they are as thirsty as me i can see you don't bare enough water for even a prayer



word

word's last word was accidental
word would have picked something kinder
word's last word reelend real and savage
word's last word was whatever
we all came to pay some sort of respect
to say a few words to word and ourselves
when we heard word we spoke less to eachother
word left us charmed and empty
word's last word was what i was afraid of
i think it scared word right to death
word loved loving and seeing and depth
but whatever slipped in and disarmed us
now i am prepared to say yes and no
and ask the occational question
but it kills me to think
i think it killed word to know
that silence just may have talked better
oh well



some awful men

some awful men are good for a good story
but the men don't end when the story man dies
the tune sung is sad, a bell tolls in the morning
and i somehow am standing despite myself
it's one awful daybreak, in one awful town
and some awful man was skirting around
and he ruined my morning, knocked over my coffee
and i somehow am standing despite myself
and to my surprise i'll grow
and to his surprise he'll grow
and to our surprise we all grow to superhuman size
some awful men
as soon as they're able
will trick you once with their storyman lies
it's one awful trick in one awful bed
where some women wander, despite themselves
and to her surprise she'll grow
and to his surprise he'll grow
and to our surprise we all grow to superhuman size
and who are you in size?




knife attack

awake again knife attack
listen for broken glass
fold yourself out of this
you can have anything
but this parade ain't for you
horses on pavement
alcohol, pickpockets
awake again knife attack
awake again setting sun
fold yourself into one
horses and birds outside
turn yourself into them
'cause you can have anything
let's put a forest here
let's have our own parade
funeral carts and candy canes
and this parade is you
and you can have anything
think of what wish you will
fold yourself into it




it's been a fine time

watchin' real eyes go
a state of affairs i know
piano's torn to rags
and i'll turn yr rags to my clothes
it's been a fine time tho...
all that you see's in yr eyes
a slap on the back is a push
a peace no heart can hold
and peace makes yr heart grow old
it's been a fine time tho.....
you knew when my ship tore a sail
when it busted a seam you sewed
and if it's to sea with me
oh la will you come....




van gogh

the shots, they scattered the wild life that was there around van gogh's end
that road was just waiting to be followed but you never go there again
he never went there again
we've heard about christ and your crosses but we all hear unholy hums
we all run around painting portraits and sometimes an ugly one
and sometimes they look like a van gogh
the sky it is huge and it's frightning and fear digs its holes in the ground
the ground is just waiting to swallow and to fold her wings around
and you, i can see you've been by there
i can see you behind your ghost
your eyes look like they've been damaged by going where van gogh goes