PINK SILK FRENZY: 2009

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

26hours

You can turn the city upside-down if you want to
But it won't keep you dry
You can turn the city upside-down, like an umbrella
But it won't keep you dry
When you wrap yourself in a highway strip
don't expect any warmth from it
All it is, is cold cement
You can turn the city upside-down, like an umbrella
But who knows what you'll find

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

information overload

Most of my family holidays result in me mouthing words to unheard songs whilst congesting my computer memory with pictures of myself, vanity isn't the right word: boredom is.

"cross the street from your storefront cemetary
hear me hailing from inside and realize

i am the conscience clear
in pain or ecstacy
and we were all weaned my dear
upon the same fatigue

staring at the sun
oh my own voice
cannot save me now
standing in the sea
it's just
one more breath
and then
down i go

your mouth is open wide
the lover is inside
and all the tumults done
collided with the sign
you're staring at the sun
you're standing in the sea
your body's over me

note the trees because
the dirt is temporary
more to mine than fact face
name and monetary

be what you will
and then thrown down your life
oh it's a damned fine game
and we can play all night

beat the skins and let the
loose lips kiss you clean
quietly pour out like light
like light, like answering the sun

you're staring at the sun
you're standing in the sea
your mouth is open wide
you're trying hard to breathe
the water's at your neck
there's lightning in your teeth
your body's over me "