I’m relenting to the corporate drone
Pushing my nose to the motherfucking grindstone
Splinters upon splinters
Wedging in deep
I try to pull them out with my worn down teeth
My periphery is narrowed like a god damned mule
Workhorse of the wicked, of the trite and cruel
I’m relenting to the drone
The endless drone
everywhere I go I’m looking down
watching my old tennis shoes as they’re wearing out
walking off these homesick blues
I may be drunk and lost but I’m not confused and
I know where this train is slowly going
north through K-Falls then on to Portland
I know I’m fucked up, it’s stupid hoping
you’ll answer phone calls, goodbye to Oakland
This is all I got, I’ll quit my job and sell this vacant lot and settle down in a place I’ve only read about in books about Miles Davis.
Been hearing about you.
All about your disapproval.
Still I remember the way I used to move you.
I wrote you a letter.
I heard it just upset you.
Why don’t you tell me?
How can I do this better?
Are you out there?
Do you hear me?
Can I call you?
Do you still hate me?
Are we talking?
Are we fighting?
Is it over?
Are we writing?
We’re getting older.
But we’re acting younger.
We should be smarter.
It seems we’re getting dumber.
I have a picture
of you and me in Brooklyn.
On a porch, it was raining.
Hey, I remember that day.
And I miss you.
Yeah he was a fuck up but every time he fucked up, he’d fall and rise and that’s what made him wise.
Easy to talk when you never had to struggle. Never had to suffer. Never had to hustle. Never had to scrap, never caught up in a scuffle. Never lifted a finger, or used a fucking muscle.
Born into a vicious circle you learn to cut at the throat. Watching people lining up in tight single file rows. I still revolve around a world I choose to cut off. One nation under god over a burning cross.
Sorry I’m late…I was out spoiling my liver.
We support and promote what matters to us most.
Every second that goes by
Is one that’s gone for good
Are you throwing away
Possible memories to a fevered life
Of “woulds” and “coulds?”
We may have missed our chance and
We may never be young again but
Fuck living a sick day life
Fuck dead beat kids
And fuck your falsehoods
It’s alright man, I’m only bleeding man. Stay hungry, stay free and do the best that you can.
We know that the faces come and go
So we need to make this mean even more
Every effort made to keep pushing on
Just a promise that we’ll be here next year
We can always remember the past
But we only get one shot at today
So leave regrets to yesterday
ANSWER THE CALL IF YOU DON’T LIKE WHAT YOU SEE. IF YOU DON’T HAVE WHAT IT TAKES, DON’T FUCKING TALK ABOUT ME.
hear the sounds of the subway station call. i’m thinking all about human condition. i wish that i could paint myself invisible. or at least take me out of the phone book. last night. i was ready to pull the plug. that fueled the light in my eyes. and i know i should be happy. i take my medication. cause it will make me happy. a psychosomatic way of life. maybe i’ll fly down to mexico. just get me through the next seventy two. spinning around. my head is all over town. and i could love you better than he can. last night i was ready. and london bridge is falling down again. and i deserve to be happy. tonight i’ll dream in the green green grass. and smile with smoke filled lungs. but i know i’ll dream of a painful past. and sleep with psychotic eyes. and i know if i can. i’ll try it all over again. so i take my medication. cause it will make me happy. and it will make me whole.