Monday, May 17, 2004 :::
Wonder -s.perrine 5-27-04
Do the shackles make the man?
I ask my mirror me
Would the remnant be worth it
If I should just slip free?
Every time I ask these questions
Oh, they get so long
Stuck inside this traffic jam
Creeping towards Babylon
Can you smell the static in the air
Equal parts frustration and despair
I feel my spine tinglin'
'Cause I'm closer now than I've ever been
Shocking to the human mood
Thoughts of helpless servitude
But don't we all just kneel right down
Everytime she comes around
Can you smell the static in the air
Equal parts frustration and despair
I feel my spine tinglin'
'Cause I'm closer now than I've ever been
To rid myself of my obsessions
To shed like skin my misconceptions
All my notions torn asunder
Staring in wide, child-eyed wonder
The math is us plus these restraints
Equals modern mortal saints
Some will martyr, some will rule
Some will tan beside the pool
Some will weep and some will pray
Some will drown their cares away
Some will wash their hands of man
Stuck inside this traffic jam
Can you smell the static in the air
Equal parts frustration and despair
I feel my spine tinglin'
'Cause I'm closer now than I've ever been
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 10:07 PM
Wednesday, May 05, 2004 :::
My cat's tail is curved like a question mark
Though he doesn't understand what that means to a cat like me
He just sits on the window sill staring at the blue, blue sky
Thinking about eastern philosophy
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 2:04 PM
Saturday, April 24, 2004 :::
Steal away in the heat of the afternoon
Tripping fences and backyards on the way to my bedroom
Grab my favorite CD's and an extra pair of shoes
'Cause I got me a case of the Sick of Home Blues
Run, run away
To escape the juries finds
Run, run away
To shake the worries always on my mind
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 1:09 PM
Monday, October 06, 2003 :::
Not Too Long Ago 10-06-03
Oh, not too long ago I was a searching heart
With a sickness in my soul
I couldn't change my dreams
'Cause I couldn't see them
Just bouncing 'round like I was trapped
Under the glass of a pinball machine
Oh, not too long ago I would've picked my heels up
And walked away when things got tough
That's not to say I was afraid
I just never cared enough to stay
My heart had a piece missing
And I just had to keep on looking
But now, I
Got to make it known somehow
There might be days when I am weak
Or when should speak my mind but I turn the other cheek
Oh, but not too long ago I didn't even have the roots
To hold my ground at all
I would've blown away just like a leaf
Disappeared into the fall
Never even give a reason
Just another turning season
But now, I
Got to make it known somehow
There might days when I can't sleep all night
But that's alright, that's alright
Oh, 'cause not too long ago I found what I was looking for
Now I don't have to look no more
And I will have some vestiges
Of life before this change
But I've got so much time to take
My tendencies and rearrange them
Oh, love, I've been getting used to
All the things that you do
For me, all the things you do
Oh, I owe so much to you
Now I
Got to make it known somehow . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 8:13 PM
Monday, September 29, 2003 :::
Circumstance4-16-02
She wandered the street last night
Just dazed and dirt-thick
She wondered when she might get to change her clothes again
She swore she wasn't homesick
'Cause home is full of things to remind
And memories are soaked in pain
And she crawled under an overpass
To wash in the dark and talk to the rain
And she says
I wish we never were all victims of circumstance
Are these failing dreams just fixes
A deathbed addiction to romance
And who am I to fight it
Who am I to fight
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 11:25 PM
Friday, September 26, 2003 :::
Velocity 9-25-03
Driving like I'm dead at the wheel
Slumped and bleeding on the accelerator
And what if everyone hit the brakes in unison?
Clutching, steaming, glaring, cutting off
Overtaking like I own the road
But what if everyone hit the brakes in unison?
Ahhh, pray to the God of Velocity
Utter curses on all these slow souls
Ahhh, pray to the God of Velocity
Make me Moses and part like the Red Sea . . .
Make, make way I've got such a payload
Pumping through these concrete arteries
What if everyone hit the brakes in unison?
Make, make way I can't get enough of it
Steady, steady, my illusion of control
What if everyone hit the brakes in unison?
Ahhh, pray to the God of Velocity
Utter curses on all these slow souls
Ahhh, pray to the God of Velocity
Make me Moses and part like the Red Sea
Ahhh, pray to the God of Velocity
Close your eyes and leave it up to me
Close your eyes and leave it up to me
Ahhh, pray to the God of Velocity
Say a prayer for me, say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me, say a prayer for me
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 12:08 AM
Thursday, September 25, 2003 :::
Burning Daylight 7-15-03
All these fever dreams
Been broiling my brain it seems
Half-baked philosophies, bastard sons of Socrates
Fantasies of revenge upon my enemies
Is it hot in here?
Is it just me?
When did our society become addicted
To burning daylight
Warming up the night
Sloughing off this wasted heat
Hauning my troubled, fitful sleep?
What kind of government would steal the sunshine
Try to change my mind?
How many was would they take to cross my party line
Trying to take my time, take my time?
Seems like I'm working awful hard
To get where I don't want to be
You gotta listen to me
Folks these days, they just give it away
And give it away and give it away and give it away
Is it hot in here?
Is it just me?
I can see so clear the dimming of the luminary
The modern era apathy, oh, it's free and there's plenty
Oh, give it away, just give it away . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 11:55 PM
Saturday, August 23, 2003 :::
Seven days can be such a long time
When the world keeps weighing on your mind
Finding ways to lose my faith in time . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 10:38 AM
Friday, August 22, 2003 :::
'Twas the middle of July and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
That's when you heard the window break and fall on the floor
'Cause we ain't coming down your chimney or knocking on your door
But we decided that tonight would be special for you
So we loaded up our caddy and we rounded up our crew
No, don't get up, we can make ourselves comfortable
We'll plug in a mike and put on something bump-able
And why are we here?
It's a holiday
Comes once a year?
It's a holiday
Or whenever you like
It's a holiday
When you give us a mike
It's a holiday
Now, we might overwhelm, since we're so entertaining
But sit back, relax and let me do some explaining
It's the C double-D and I ain't talking about tits
Though they're sure to be bouncing when you hear these fucking hits
No, it's just a little something we brought special for you
And if you like it a lot, we could maybe give you two
For you to enjoy whenever Christmas comes around
Which is whenever you feel like getting the Dick Down
The Christmas Dick Down
Who'd've thought you'd get the fucking dick down?
The Christmas Dick Down
Who'd've thought you'd get to hear the Lords sound?
The Christmas Dick Down
Who'd've thought you'd get to smoke the brown pound?
The Christmas Dick Down
The Chrstmas . . . the Christmas Dick Down
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 6:59 PM
Saturday, August 09, 2003 :::
The Drift 8-9-03
When I was
An little bitty boy
Probably three or
Four, maybe
My papa, he
Set me down upon his knee
Said, "If you only do it once, son
Now's the time to listen to me
"The drift is a state of mind
When you get too close to Babylon and you got no leg to stand upon
The drift is a personal philosophy
Think of it when you dangle by your sanity
Such a thin thread -oh, I've drifted, son-
And the drift is . . . is a state of mind"
Well, I'm older now and I've had some time
To reflect upon the ills of our society
With all our pills
Prostituted politics and reality TV
Is there a cure for this?
Think it's serious or maybe terminal?
But wouldn't it be criminal
To huddle like an animal and take it all?
Close your eyes
And let yourself fall between the cracks of your anxiety
Deep inside
There's a river flowing deep and slow and with a constancy
Just lay your head back
Fill your lungs with cool air
Let the current take you there
Just drifting
Just drifting
I got some information
Might just change the way you live
I'm going to give you the key to
Everything that's gonna try to sink you
The drift is a state of mind
When you get too close to Babylon and you got no leg to stand upon
The drift is a personal philosophy
Think of it when you dangle by your sanity
Such a thin thread -oh, I've drifted, man-
And the drift is . . . is a state of mind
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 2:57 PM
Sunday, July 20, 2003 :::
Private Thing 7-16-03
It's a private thing
Between you and I
The touch of a hand
The blink of an eye
Vibrations of harmonic souls
Ghosts as old as pharoah stories
Epic tales of a ancient glories
Beautiful as celestial bodies
Mama Bear will be home soon
How will she understand
Our deliverance
From the pain of loneliness we felt once
One sits in silence
Two cries for broken dreams
Three lives in memories and hopes that someday she'll be happy
Four, such a tempation
Five, a permanent vacation
Six gave up long ago and now he only dances solo
It's a private thing
Between you and I
A glance from across the room
Knowing that we'll be together soon
Steal the conscience from the moon
Oh, it's so objective
Billions of us disconnected
Wonder why I'm so protective?
One sits in silence
Two cries for broken dreams
Three would give anything and take anything, too, it seems
And four is so scandalous
Five is a danger to us
Six wouldn't harm a hair but we would feel his green-eyed stare
One might wonder why
My lady love and I
Keep this thing so secretive
This covert passion that we live
Well, it's a private thing
Between you and I
The touch of a hand
The blink of an eye
It's a private thing
Between you and I
A glance from across the room
Knowing that we'll be together soon . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 4:35 PM
Wednesday, July 16, 2003 :::
Between the lines of a cigarette pack
In the prayer I said today
November brings us bishops, pawns, and kings
April, she brings us fools
Simple as the systematic murder of my will to win
Complex as the color of your skin
Wrapped up in elements of mad religion
Shouldered on the backs of those who cry out "Patriotism!"
Drawn into dollar bills, dosed in with all my pills
I'm just another ant in the hill trying to make my living
Never underestimate the will of men who hunger for control
It's the greatest high . . .
I plan to infiltrate their secret society
Finally prove to the world that
It's a conspiracy
It's in the way I sign my name on the dotted line
It's in the way I fill it up time after time after time after time
They got me every which way, tomorrow same as yesterday
But I still got some fight and I have half a mind
Consider me in my prime until further notice
Consider me armed and dangerous
Think of me as an antibody for their secret subcommittee
And bring it on, bring it on, bring it on . . .
Never underestimate the will of men who hunger for control
It's the greatest high . . .
I plan to infiltrate their secret society
Finally prove to the world that
It's a conspiracy
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 12:09 AM
Monday, June 30, 2003 :::
Lost at Sea 6-28-03
It's the motion
My horizon rising up and sinking down
The action of these waves as they keep rolling in
Break upon the deck, oh, how they soak me to my skin
I'm feeling so alone and lost at sea
The depths of my subconscious overwhelming me, 'til it's . . .
Hard to sleep tonight
When the wind upon my sails has them pulled so tight
Hard to sleep tonight
Complications clouding up my grand vision
But I'm hanging on by the thread of my decisions
Can you hear me, sun?
Wish you would shine down on me tonight
I know it's not your regular method of operation
But I need your light . . .
How did I get so far off course
In the dark under these clouds
I can't find my true north
So many questions with answers eluding me
Deep as the ocean and as far as my eye can see
Far as my eye can see
I can see . . .
Hard to sleep tonight
When the wind upon my sails has them pulled so tight
But there's got to be a drop of rain for everything that I don't know
So I guess it doesn't matter which way the wind decides to blow
And maybe it's alright that it's
Hard to sleep tonight
Ah, the notion
I'm the cause of my anxiety
On this ocean
Where I just noticed that I'm drifting with everybody
It washes over me
And my eyes are getting heavy
My eyes are getting . . .
Eyes are getting heavy
Getting heavy . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 12:19 AM
6-12-03
I often wonder
How many years I've spent
Sitting at this light
Just sitting at this light
There's a homeless man staring down my window
Like it isn't there
Hey buddy can you
Spare a buck so I can buy a bottle?
But I'm stepping on the throttle
Give me a stretch of open road
I need some space to lighten up my load
The guy in the tie in the SUV
Obviously thinks we can rape the world for free
But I just wish he'd hang up his phone
'Cause he doesn't see me
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 12:19 AM
Wednesday, April 23, 2003 :::
Slowly 4-23-03
I don't want to believe that nothing lasts
That things might fall apart so fast
All that's left are shards of glass
and dust
Sudden derelicts blushed by rust
No, no
No, no
When did the wind pick up behind me
Bury my heels in memory
Snowy ash has drifted 'round my legs
and feet
Sudden winter down on summer street
Poison me slowly
I want it to last for a while
Tarry your serpent's kiss
Stay quietly coiled, my love
Lay down here with me while I take my time to Heaven's door
Give this last long breath before I breathe no more
I can heal the little things
And I can weather a lack of feeling
But I have felt the cool brush of ancient ghosts
Crossed myself and closed my eyes to live with death so close
So close, so. . .
Poison me slowly
I want it to last for a while
Hold the verdict tight
Take a moment, recess my trial
Lay down here with me while I take my time to Heaven's door
Give this last long breath before I breathe no . . .
My eyes can't catch
The grey to black
It's just too quick
For me to see
My mind won't know
A fading thought
Just a sudden stop
At this speed
So, please, slowly
Please, please, slowly
Poison me slowly
I want it to last for a while
Wait for the flames to die down
Let me fade out with some style
Lay down here with me while I take my time to Heaven's door
Give this last long breath before I breathe no more
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 11:27 AM
Tuesday, April 15, 2003 :::
Casual 5-04-03
I find myself standing alone
A silent slice through this confusion
When did I come to your conclusion?
A feeling I've never known
Penitent whispers in the moonlight
They make a rhythm in the next life
I feel the shivers crashing into me
'Cause it's easier than I thought it would be . . .
It's a casual assassination
It's a murder without motivation
No malice here or blood elation
It's casual
It's casual
Well, I must've been outta my mind
To hold my breath for such a long, long time
But I never would have known
If I hadn't heard your terminal tone
Lord, what else could it be
But angels flying over me
It's a casual assassination
It's a murder without motivation
No malice here or blood elation
It's casual
It's casual
I got the feeling
I should flee the scene crime
I'm stained so red now
I wonder if my hands will ever come clean . . .
I've got some time now
That I can finally close my eyes
Sitting in my cell
Pondering your demise . . .
Pondering your demise . . .
Pondering your demise . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 4:29 PM
Wednesday, April 02, 2003 :::
Escape 3-31-03
Escape is such a simple thing
To dream about
When the jailer shakes the keys
But promises you made to yourself
Keep you on your knees
All night long
You weep about your situation
Hiding behind those bars you made
You'll never see the light of day again
If you keep thinking that way
Penitent man, blow your walls away
You built them yourself
Why don't you remember?
Penitent man, blow your walls way
Tear them down
You built them all, you built them all
Brick by brick
Dream by dream
It's okay to let them fall
Serving out your sentence here
Like a criminal
You'll never find your peace
While bats of accusation beat their wings
In the darkness of your mind
But you just won't spill the light above your head
Fearing teeth in what you'll find
Well, open up, set them free
Brother, there's a sun outside
Penitent man, blow your walls away
You built them yourself
Why don't you remember?
Penitent man, blow your walls way
Tear them down
You built them all, you built them all
Brick by brick
Dream by dream
It's okay to let them fall
Ah no no no more wasting time
Like you got something on your mind
Silence is your ball and chain
Repentence is a drop of rain
And it don't mean a thing
If you live your life
Brick by brick
Dream by dream
It's okay to let them fall
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 1:30 PM
Monday, March 10, 2003 :::
It's easier to say what's wrong
Than to say what's right
It's easier to fan the flames
and dance a spell by the dying light
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 12:43 PM
Tuesday, December 31, 2002 :::
Guilty Pleasures
Something stone cold delicious on the breeze
Brings me to my knees
Did I leave enough room for Jesus when I'm dancing
On the shores of these green seas
Well, I never said I wouldn't get carried away
But I promise I'll confess to the choirs coming down that day
It's getting so much closer now, though most of us
Haven't seen it yet
But those who've spied the poster, well, their minds
Just can't seem to forget
And I wouldn't have it any other way, my friends
They say the blast comes easier when you know the countdown
Baby, how soon?
Do we all have time to stop for one more cigarrette before our doom, doom, doom?
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 8:07 AM
Wednesday, December 18, 2002 :::
Tribulation 12-18-02
Like ten foot high letters of scripture
Saw the headline with your name under your picture
Your tainted smile and your x-ray eyes
And lies you thought you'd slip past the editor
Who can I trust with this information?
Who do I love without condition?
Where do I find this raw suspicion?
Moments like these are my tribulation . . .
I check my facts thought I really shouldn't need to
This is a cynical world, my friends, and paranoia doesn't hurt you
Dance around the subject if it suits you fine
'Cause I know your agenda hides between the lines
Yes, someone knows your mind
If you believe these politics won't be the end of us
Who can I trust with this information?
How do you fake so much conviction?
Is this my path down to perdition?
Moments like these are my tribulation . . .
The cats are gone and the mice all scamper through the walls
That devil's advocate calls my name
Trying to sell me something sugary
Hiding from the truth like it might set him free
Now hold on and just
Give me a minute
Let me take stock o' my mind and what's in it
Just hold that thought
Let no more be said
Give me some time to clear my head
Dance around the subject like it poses still
Swallow all my lessons like a bitter pill
Whisper these confessions in the quiet night
But hold this hill
Who can I trust with this information?
Is this my path down to perdition?
Trying to smile through your conversation
Moments like these are my tribulation . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 9:42 AM
Wednesday, December 11, 2002 :::
What To Say 12-11-02
Adam, tell me what to say
Don't let the buzz words bounce around
'til nothing's left but echoes of yesterday
This affliction
It's been on my mind lately
Seems my will to find the words is on
a twenty-minute delay
Adam, tell me what this means
The scene you've left us here seems personal
not to share
Nevertheless you wrote it down
Gave it voice
Gave it sound
Now I find myself pondering some haunted line
Out of circulation and out of time
So many different demons
So many silent nights I should have told you
But quiet
Like a canvas
Paints the air between us
Quiet
Like a canvas
Will I ever give it enough time?
The way I rush the line
Searching for something sacred
Something sublime . . .
Wonder where I'll find my peace
Some days I'll get the picture
But the puzzle keeps on puzzling me
'Cause it never ends
No, it never ends
There's always more to find
And still I've all the pieces
scattered 'cross the floor of my mind
And so many different demons
So many silent nights I should've told you
But quiet
Like a canvas
Paints the air between us
Quiet
Like a canvas
Balanced on the tip of my tongue
Poised to stike and potent as a poison
But quiet
Like a canvas
Paints the air between us
Quiet
Like a canvas
Will I ever give it enough time?
The way I rush the line
Searching for something sacred
Something sublime . . .
Adam, tell me what to say . . .
[Balanced naked on the tip of my tongue
Critical mass inside my lungs
See if you can understand
Puzzle piece scattered all across the floor of my mind
Gather up a few for the next line
See if you can understand . . .
Find some ground
Where the passion's sweet
Plant a thought
Like a seed
Water it down with some dreams of yesterday . . .
I've never tried to find the lines in here
I've never known if I am driven by truth or fear or
Something heavy inside of me
I need to lighten the load . . .
I need to lighten the load . . .]
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 9:09 AM
Thursday, November 21, 2002 :::
Ghosts 11-11-02
There are ghosts beneath my skin
And it's a complicated story I've been living in
Another one has passed away
And slipped into my fragile mind
I got lost behind the scenes
Tied myself in knots inside some Celtic dream
And I know what all the wise men would say
Yes I know what they would say
Son you got to listen to the message
Son you got to stand on higher ground
Son you got to love the fool who thinks outside the golden rule
And die a little inside
So I got these ghosts inside of me
And if you've got an eye you just might see
Them cross my face when I'm in pain
Them cross my face in whispered sin
These feet of pride lead me astray
And all the rage I box up every day
Deliver me from this fireside
Release the words that grip me in the night
Son you've got to listen to the message
Son you've got to stand on higher ground
Son you've got to say goodbye to all the things that got you high
And die a little inside
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 11:38 PM
On the Sly 11-21-02
Sometimes I feel like I just came out of the mold
Sometimes I feel like I am melting down
An occasional casualty of rampant mediocrity
Just warming the world when I should be on fire
And the devil, she’s an artist just like me
Her masterpiece is a portrait of our apathy
I’ve got this feeling, baby, that someone’s cold tonight
So I hope you don’t mind if I get myself high
It’s a debtor’s world we’re living in
Sometimes you got to sin just to get by
But if you want to end up in heaven, child
You keep it on the sly
And the moonlight keeps shining all night long
Washing the pain away that burns in the light of day
‘Til the world around you
Tastes of grey
And the devil, she keeps dancing like a movie star
Laughing and spinning ‘cause she knows she’s winning so far
But I won’t let you stop me; no I won’t go down easy
Just you wait and see . . .
It’s a debtor’s world we’re living in
Sometimes you got to sin just to get by
But if you want to end up in heaven, child
You keep it on the sly
And the devil, she keeps gambling on my patience
That one of these days it will just wear through
But she don’t know who she’s messing with, man, I got her number
And I won’t call as long as she expects me to
Oh, Devil, she keeps glancing sidelong at my photograph
She’s starting to understand her adversary
I won’t let you stop me; no, I won’t go down easy
Just you wait and see . . .
Just you wait and see . . .
Just you wait and see . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 11:31 PM
Tuesday, October 29, 2002 :::
Waters of . . . 10-22-02
Oh my god,
What kind of madman did this?
Slipped into my room last night
And painted everything in shades of moonlight
He left my space so cold
But left my mind so pure
Left my world in cobalt
Indigo and azure
These blues are all I see
My eyes and me and the ghost of everything
I never thought I could be so clean
Washed in the waters of . . .
Moonshine on me
Guard my every thought
You can call it lunacy
But it's the only way I feel right
About the coming stone
Bluelight keeps me safe from harm
And the shadows keep me company
These blues are all I see
My eyes and me and ghosts of everything
I never thought I could be so clean
Washed in the waters of . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 3:50 PM
Black Hat Man - 10-29-02
Precious
Don't wait for me
Consider my love
A casualty
Just this morning I found myself gunning down
The number one gun in a two gun town
And I think I've changed . . .
I think I've changed . . .
Run, run away
To escape the juries finds
Run, run away
To shake the worries always on my mind
You can take me out
But I won't give up
Like a demon that's driving in the pouring rain
I gotta push my luck
I don't drop my guard . . .
Don't drop my guard . . .
Run, run away
To escape the juries finds
Run, run away
To shake the worries always on my mind
I never thought I'd be
The man with the black hat on
I never thought I'd be
The one who had done somebody wrong
Here's the crux and the end of the picture is coming soon
Mistakes I've made in the plans I've laid have spelled my doom
But give me one last tender scene to lament my ways
Repent my dreams and the choices I made in former days
Run, run away
To escape the juries finds
Run, run away
To shake the worries always on my mind
I never thought I'd be
The man with the black hat on
I never thought I'd be
The one who had done somebody wrong
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 3:21 PM
Justify - 10-29-01
This friend of mine, he gambled away
Everything that meant something to him
For the thrill of losing control
This friend of mine, he drove like a madman
He skidded and he swerved and he sped so fast
'Cause he didn't think that he would ever die
Well, which is it?
Are we crystal or are we stone?
I don't know, I don't know . . .
This friend of mine, she wrote me a letter
Said we haven't spoken for so long
Well, I guess that sometimes you just got to let somebody go
If you asked me to justify all the joy and pain that I had caused
Along the way
I know I'd have to say sometimes you got to do what you got to do
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 2:30 PM
Monday, September 23, 2002 :::
Shine (Working Title) 9-22-02
Most days I dig the city but
Some days I fall in love with the
Tiled mosaics of sky so
High up above so
High up above
So I strap shoes to my feet
Slip like chatter through the
Traffic of the street so
Long my mind the
Avenues I find
Don't leave me here
Facing the wrong direction
Holding the cards tonight
Dancing this detente solo
So low
That the world won't see me shine
I mean, I get by, I survive
Most days I even say it' s good to be alive
But I know the color of a compliment
I know the shadow of doubt and
I'm still working on this fomula for youth and
My answer to what this life's all about
Don't leave me here
Facing the wrong direction
Holding the cards tonight
Dancing this detente solo
So low
That the world won't see me shine
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 4:54 PM
Passing Cars - 9/23/02
You've got enough faith in yourself
You could start your own
Religion of inspiration and
Science fiction but
Sometimes you get so
Grabbed by the ghost wail of
Traffic you start to believe
You're already there
One day
you'll wake up from
Sentimental earthquakes and
Realize
When you open your eyes
It's slipping you by
The well of your dreams
Is dipping you dry
Drunk by the drivers of
Passing cars . . .
There's enough love in the world, boy
You'll get your share of
Hungry whispers and
Strawberry glances, but
There's a flow, there's a tide and
There's a charm to the nature of
Motion of these letters from
Traffic to truth
One day you'll wake up from
Sentimental earthquakes and
Realize that all your
Dreams have been wondered a-
Way, away with the
Passing cars . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 4:44 PM
Monday, September 16, 2002 :::
Spy - 9/15/02
You could whisper all your nothings
Offer up your whole sacrifice
You could dance around the issue with your smoke and masks and
Still not see by the firelight
You could take her out to dinner
You could buy, oh, sentimental stuff
A dozen roses and a bottle of wine
To get behind those curtain eyes it's not enough
She is something altogether
Different than what she seems
The debutante you thought had crossed the shot as mother's own
Lives a life behind the scenes
And I don't know
I don't know why
Sister is a spy
Facing the sunset in a fade away
Waiting for the credit role
The show is over -she has fled the scene-
Keeping the mystery unsolved takes its toll
Wishing away suspicions of the one you love
Justifying means just for the ends
Somewhere deep inside you know she lives a double life
But she never leaves a shred of evidence that . . .
She is something altogether
Different than what she seems
The debutante you thought had crossed the shot as mother's own
Lives a life behind the scenes
Dancing nude under the devil moon
Power-suited and in charge of the room
Calculating deep inside her angel eyes
Letting you convince yourself and all the while
She is something altogether
Different than what she seems
The debutante you thought had crossed the shot as mother's own
She lives a life behind the scenes
And I don't know
I don't know why
Sister is a spy
I am drowning in her rhetoric
I am choking on the propaganda she would have me believe
Her lies, her hypnotronic eyes
That she's just another member of the family
She is just another member of the family
That she's just another member of the family . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 3:55 PM
Wednesday, August 21, 2002 :::
Saturdays - 8/20/02
Saturdays just ain't what they used to be
All this ballast has me sunk to the bottom of my memory
If there is a purpose to the way these words feel in this skin
I'd like to know what it has to do with me
The function of time is to make your mind compress the lessons
You play back through each time you regress
I saw so much about myself staring back from this reflection
But if trying to forget is a crime then I confess
Oh, Olivia, I've been away from you so long
Oh, Olivia, I'm trying to say goodbye through these words
This song- it's about the things that I did wrong
Today, I let the memory of a history wash away
Today I threw these bones into the earth
But I'll read them one last time to play my part
The discovery of what I need has never killed a wanting seed
And it's never cast a fever from my heart
Oh, Olivia, I've been away from you so long
Oh, Olivia, I'm trying to say goodbye through these words
This song- it's about the lines that I should have drawn
Today, I let the memory of a history wash away
Saturdays it pulls my heart like taffy
Saturdays it stretches me so thin
Saturdays are making me feel evermore tired
Of the way the sunlight shines right through my skin . . .
Oh, Olivia, I've been cleaning out this attic so long
Oh, Olivia, I'm trying to say goodbye through these words
This song- it's time I let myself admit your gone
Today, I let the memory of a history wash away
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 1:43 PM
Monday, August 12, 2002 :::
Scraps from Below
Sacrifice the child of truth
On an altar of stone and lies and mispent youth
Paint my picture all in greys
'Cause then it's easier to hide my prodigal ways
And when I climb up to those pearly gates Old Jacob saw
Will I rise above or will I fall?
Well I guess I'll just have to wait and see
What big brother Peter might have to say when he judges me
Though I've already planned my surprise defense
I'll raise my voice with a clarion call of 'No Confidence'
You might pretend that you don't hear my cry
Whatever it takes to get you through the night, but . . .
Rock me, jazz me
Pluck the strings of my insanity
Cast me as the man
A few points shy of a master plan
[breakdown]
Rock me good, please, and
Jazz me right
Strum my savant soul in the middle of the night
Wrap your arms around
Wipe those vagrant tears away
And we'll take this fractal world by the numbers and have our say
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 9:51 AM
Wednesday, August 07, 2002 :::
Caught in the Act 8-6-02
Caught in the act of feeling down
Bad karma from killing time and it's coming around
I'm not the type to act out violence
But the slaying of these hours is self defense
They say it looks so good when I'm bad
These delusions are the best I've ever had
Caught in the act of wasting away
When you dive into my deep blue mood but that's okay
'Cause I've said these lines many times before
I'm not surprised you're early for some good seats for the show
If you listen close to the soundtrack of my life
You just might hear my favorite vice so . . .
Rock me good
Tuck me in so tight
Strum my savant soul in the middle of the night
Cast me as the man
A few points shy of a master plan
Caught in the act of lying awake
Playing, random, repeat clips of dreams on tape
The footage in my head is all in greys
'Cause it's easier to hide the contrast of my mistakes
There's repentence in the early morning air
Rising off her auburn locks of hair
Rock me good
Tuck me in so tight
Strum my savant soul in the middle of the night
Cast me as the man
A few points shy of a master plan
Caught in the truth of the sadly misspent youth of
These fantasies that used to mean so much
Trying to understand every single grain of sand
The melted down to make this window to me
At some point in the dark, my dream, the meaning of it changed
I danced across these broken shards and slipped away
Sugar shine your light
Scatter all the demons that are trying to pull me down
Show me the way to the heart of the matter
Before the last dream of the night
Sugar shine your light
Help me solve these midnight mysteries
Sugar show me the way home
Before the last dream of the night
Shine your light . . .
Shine your light . . .
Shine your light.
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 1:17 PM
Friday, July 26, 2002 :::
Helicopter Eyes 7-3-02
If I asked her for the method to her madness
She would smile and then fade away
Guess she thinks she must sacrifice her happiness
To play her politician game
She whispers wrath while we make our love
But I never let it get me down, no
The truth comes out in the morning hours
When I call her by her secret name
She feels paranoid that I might take her by surprise
So she runs the risk of having helicopter eyes
And there she falls again
There she falls . . .
What I want more than anything at all
Is to take her by her little hand
And show her all the wonders of the ground beneath her feet
Ah, but her eyes are skyward
Feeling this way
It's not revolutionary
Seeing her standing there
It could change everything about me, but
Still she feels paranoid that I might take her by surprise
So she runs the risk of having helicopter eyes
And there she falls again
Oh there she falls down to the ground
This time I'll be there to catch her
She runs away into the blue night
She stakes her a claim in the moonlight
She shakes the shadows creeping up behind her
She disappears, now no one can find her . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 2:34 PM
Monday, June 17, 2002 :::
And she says to wait for teardrops
And she says to wait for money
And she puts her faith in the stars
Only 'cause they're in the sky
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 5:48 PM
Thursday, May 02, 2002 :::
Not a Cry for Help – 5-2-02
This is not a cry for help
This is just a scream for things I cannot change
Nameless burns of shame and silly jealousies
Is it just another day without enough sleep?
The reaches of my soul are so often lapped
By endless oceans of discontented dreams
I wake up to possibility, opportunity
But I go down in waves of shattered schemes
Half-life of a certain emotion
Particle decay, radiation explosion
Reaching out from a single point in space
To make myself known
To make myself known
This is not a cry for help
I’m just no good with fragile things
Clumsy in my loving
I knock them down with my angel wings
Is this some subconscious sabotage?
Is success a fear that's deep inside of me,
Buried in my backyard
Like an unidentified body?
Can change be so dangerous
To the life I’m living?
'Cause every night I can hear the silence
Creep across those cold, dead lips . . .
Half-life of a certain emotion
Particle decay, radiation explosion
Reaching out from a single point in space
To make myself known
To make myself known
Shadows, they whisper what might be
My face burns red like they’re laughing at me
Run to cool the blood that's in my cheeks
And I cry out loud, cry out loud
To drown out the voice, drown out the voices
But this is not a cry for help
Still this is not a cry for help
Half-life of a certain emotion
Particle decay, radiation explosion
Reaching out from a single point in space
To make myself known
To make myself known
To make myself known
To make myself known
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 12:02 PM
Tuesday, April 16, 2002 :::
ICARUS -s.perrine 12-20-01
I saw it in the news today
Another hero died in a crash
Like an angel falling from the heavens
His wings were clipped, his die was cast
He was known to say, "This, too, will pass."
Oh, this, too, will pass
Here on the ground,
If I met Miss Fate could I turn her down?
I'll sometimes wonder if he knew
If his date with fate was pre-arranged
If he bargained a rise, riches, and fame
For the price of a poetic death in a plane
If you asked me yesterday
If I would give my life away
If that's the price
I don't know what I would've said
But if you ask me tomorrow
If I'll always feel this sorrow
I'll say, I think that maybe . . .
I think that maybe . . .
Deliver me from this hostage fate
Carry me up so high, so high
And if I die in a fiery crash
Grant me the will to rise up from the ash
With wings that burn so bold and bright
They light up the sky at night
I saw it in a dream last night
I burned against the sky at last
But I was falling from the heavens
My wings were clipped and I fell so fast
I heard a whisper, "This, too, will pass"
Oh, this, too, will pass
But I, here on the ground,
If I met Miss Fate could I turn her down?
I think that maybe . . .
Deliver me from this hostage fate
Carry me up so high, so high
And if I die in a fiery crash
Grant me the will to rise up from the ash
With wings that burn so bold and bright
They light up the sky at night
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 3:37 PM
THE ONE WE MESSED WITH LAST WEEKEND -unfinished
(just a working title) ;-)
--------------------------
We've a lake of love
let's get in
and let our desire
soak us to the skin
Now I'm an island
now your the sea
I feel your waves
crashing over me
Your passion rolls in
over the break
it's too much - I shudder
have an earthquake
All my buildings
tumble and fall
but it's no catastrophe
I don't care at all
My blood pumps out
a rhythm for you
everything gets
multiplied by two
my priorities are all
shuffled around
my feet are at least
a mile from the ground
. . .
(Feel free to mess around and add to this one. I know you got some ideas.)
---------------------------
---------------------------
EXACTLY WHAT YOU MEAN
---------------------------
She wakes up next to me
She hasn't been sleeping well lately
She says she's scared of the thing she feels for me
And I say I know exactly what she means
So I take her down the to marketplace
Just to see that smilin' face
Love to feel her sudden embrace
When she throws her arms around . . .
She wakes up next to me
She hasn't been sleeping well lately
She whispers she'd do anything for me
And I say I know exactly what she means
So I take her down to the downtown square
So mesmerized by her golden hair
like she by the people there
Lord what have I found . . .
I like the way she looks at me
I like the way she drinks her coffee
I like the noise she makes when she's asleep
I won't pretend she understands me
But I like it when she tries to make me laugh
Or when her passion makes a scene
Or when I when I whisper "I can't imagine life without you"
And she says "I know exactly what you mean"
She wakes up next to me
She looks in my eyes again to see
A reflection of everything she means to me
And I say I know exactly what she means
---------------------------
---------------------------
SPLITSVILLE, POPULATION: YOU
---------------------------
Walk away from here, you can't come back,
but don't you fear, it's time to try on
something new, it's time to see what
you can do, just keep on going
no don't turn round, keep your face
westward bound, I think you'll find something
better there, opportunities for
you to share
Walk away from here, don't call or write
for at least a year, here's your coat and
here's your hat, I don't want to know
where you are at, just pack your clothes,
fill your hands, march yourself to
distant lands, I think I'm making
myself clear, when I simply say
walk away from here
Welcome to Splitsville, Population: You.
Welcome to Splitsville, Population: You.
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SUNRISE
----------------------------
Nothing wrong with seeing the sun rise
It's something that happens every day
Stay up with me this shrouded night
Wondering the a.m. away
There's a sense in the silence
I can almost tell that it's there
Not a sight, smell, sound, or taste,
Something else in the air
The patient sun waits
'Til when the night is done
To wash the shadows away, away
Singing the east
Warming the west
And shining its light all day
As if something was coming
From a long way out
Bringing a lesson only for us
But we don't know what it's about
A message - a sense - a meaning
Like a song that hits its reprise
The morning becomes inevitable
As sure as the sun will rise
The patient sun waits
'Til when the night is done
To wash the shadows away, away
Singing the east
Warming the west
And shining its light all day
A message - a sense - a meaning
Like a song that hits its reprise
The morning becomes inevitable
As sure as the sun will rise
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--------------------------
SOME DAYS
--------------------------
Some days you're up and some days you're down
Some days you get drunk and stumble around
Some days you're money some days you're blue
Some days you're rubber some days you're glue
Some days you're hot and some days you're cool
Some days you're on top and you're nobody's fool
Some days it's one thing some days it's another
Some days nobody loves you but your mother
Babe, I'm on a limb, can't you see
Some days I hope you've been thinkin' of me
Babe, I confess it ain't nothin' new
Most days I find myself thinkin' of you
Some days are on some days are off
Some days you laugh some days you cough
Some days you run a fever some days you're alright
Some days you wake up sweating in the middle of the night
Babe, I'm on a limb, can't you see
Some days I hope you've been thinkin' of me
Babe, I confess it ain't nothin' new
Most days I find myself thinkin' of you
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 3:35 PM
Don't Let Go . . .
A heart of twisted crystal
ahead of banded stone
modern mental muscle
a future on your own
the paper smell of another day
a monkey on your back
the weight of this emotion
has left you with some slack
another situation
you've got yourself into
pleasure rinses off like water
but love sticks like glue
Yeah I saw it in your eyes
and you saw it in mine
we poured a bit in both our glasses
we sipped it down like wine
the warm embrace of something new
something we should hold on to
you smiled at me I held your hand
you said, "I've never met anyone like you."
Emotion over wires
potential in the air
how far does one have to go
to be too far away to care
we've got a lot of questions
but we've got a lot of time
maybe we could help each other
'cause we've got another cliff to climb
Yeah I saw it in your eyes
and you saw it in mine
we poured a bit in both our glasses
we sipped it down like wine
the warm embrace of something new
something we should hold on to
you smiled at me I held you hand
you said, "I've never met anyone like you."
Don't let go
No, don't let go
When I only want to hold you so . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 3:34 PM
Nevermore
She lies in bed and stares
Thinking of Charon taking his fares
She lies in bed alone
Mind wandering, feeling gone
Clock-tick, only sound
To her mind spinning 'round
A rhythm, nothing more
Provides the key to unlock the door
A color turns to grey
Or so the voices say
They whisper in her head
As she lies stoned in bed
So like a womb- the silence of her room
So like a dream- it doesn't matter what it means
She stands and screams her mind
Not caring what she'll find
She stands and screams alone,
tearing at flesh, shattering bone
tears stream from her eyes,
washing away her stone disguise.
A passion - pure and clean
An animal - feral and mean
grey color turning red
reveals the life in her head
changing face can't decide
what to show, what to hide
what to do or what to say
whether or not to care anyway.
Why close her eyes?
Then she can't see the truth from the lies
Why bar the door?
Then she'll leave nevermore
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 3:33 PM
LONGTIME - s.perrine
D# D/D# G# D# D/D# G#
The clock betrays a need for all things to move on
D# D/D# G# D# D/D# G#
The ticking to remind me of the willfulness of time
G# A# G# A#
But time and I are like old friends and I know he wouldn't mind
G# A# D# D/D# G#
So clear a spot on this dusty floor so I can unwind
Yes I am on a path but it doesn't matter where I go
Because regret is a photograph of someone I used to know
And searching is just solitaire -a game played on your own
Soon I'll be through this deck and then I will come home
(Chorus)
Cm Fm7
So wait for me in a peaceful room
Cm Fm7
With the walls all washed in blue
Cm Fm7
'Cause soon I'll have a piece of the moon
Gm A
And I'll be bringing it home for
D# D/D# G# D# D/D# G#
you
The difference between shades of grey can often be hard to see
And I must confess that I lost myself when you were standing next to me
But all I need is a piece of the night and a small part of the day
And, I think, just a little more time to define myself, so anyway . . .
(Chorus)
Just wait for me in a peaceful room
With the walls all washed in blue
'Cause soon I'll have a piece of the moon
And I'll be bringing it home for you
G# A# D# D/D# G#
And I've been gone a long time . . .
G# A# D# D/D# G#
Yes I've been gone a long long time . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 3:33 PM
Wednesday, April 03, 2002 :::
From the future I came, half-human machine
Back through time to smoke a little green
To get a little high and to have a little fun
So I came to White Harlem 'cause the Lords are number one
At burnin' it down anytime night or day
Like the Juggernaut nothin' gets in their way
And they was stackin' their flows like they was driving a crane
They was layin' down tracks like they expected a train
So I said, "Can I come over and sit in and rehearse
And maybe record a single digital verse?"
And I guess they kinda like that shit I put down
'Cause they said it's kinda catchy like that cold goin' round
They said, "You're kinda cool." They said, "The kid's alright."
They said, "You move a little jerky but your shit is damn tight."
Well that's 'cause I'm a machine and I'm here with a mission
My brain is positronic and I'm powered by fission
My servos make the music, my gears keep the beat
I make the flows with my mouth and set the tempo with my feet
And I'd love to hang with you Lords in your hood
I'll back your shit up like any good robot would
So now I'm chillin' with the Lords and I'm high every night
'Cause that was my mission and I'm doing it right
Now sit back, have a bowl, get you feelin' real fine
To the positronic flows of Optimus Perrine
I'm the ghost in the machine, you see
And I plan to be a rappin' referee
'Cause I'll call you foul if you cross the line
But I'll give you a free shot if it's worth my time
Yeah, I'm the power behind every winning team
I got a light that tells you to go when it's green
And you'll know what they mean when they say that I pop
With all this iron momentum there's no way I can stop
I just keep rappin' and dancin' and smokin' the grass
You'll think I'm pacifist 'til I beat yo' ass
I never have a problem with keepin' my cool
Unless you set me off 'cause you're actin' like a fool
That's frontin' and rhymin' and fuckin' up my timin'
Now put down that mike and let the robot do the stylin'
I'm the cyborg your mother warned you about
And once you taste my flava you'll know you can't do without
'Cause you'll get the shakes and you'll start to sweat
You'll feel all paranoid like a Vietnam vet
And you'll find that your condition doesn't get any better
'Til you follow my advice precisely to the letter
Get out your LOW-H album again
And stick it in your stereo and turn it up to 10
The Mick'll mix a beat to fix the problem you got
You'll find a center and focus while Lovely does a shot
Then when Sausage and The Mystery are roasting a bowl
Let the sound of the bubbler soothe your soul
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 2:12 PM
Tuesday, February 26, 2002 :::
Ides
Silence splashes through the puddle of my brain
Reaching under the sheets to feel her warmth again
Six day straight my hands grasping
Trying to find her
Waiting for her
Nicole was born on the ides of March
With a lock of gold dancing on her forehead
Still thirteen days I was alone
Lost without her
Waiting for her
Patience
Slide a note under my door
Patience
Give me a taste of what I've been waiting for
My mental state might be in question
Reality and dream cold fusion
Feeling like the bottom of the ocean
Clutching the pillow tight
Every night, every night
Soaked through the fingers like a hatter
Switching chairs like mad just to feel better
Keeping the company of photographs
Taken of her
Waiting for her
Job don't talk to me
Of endurance and humility
I've got a heavy heart in my chest
But I'm almost there, I'm almost there
Patience
Land your ship upon my shore
Patience
Give me a taste, oh I've been waiting, waiting
Patience
Roll around upon my tongue
Patience
Find some words to help bear this
'Til the ides are done
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 2:10 PM
Wednesday, February 20, 2002 :::
I'm sorry to hear about that! Bummer, dude. If I spend a decent amount of time writing an email or posting (30min+) I select it all and copy it to the clipboard before I hit send, just in case there's a glitch or something. I've lost a seminal work or two myself because of that very thing.
Ideas for first two album titles (someday):
Dinner at the Down Low Grill
Symmetry
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 4:35 PM
Saturday, February 16, 2002 :::
Consider me in my prime until further notice
Consider me armed and dangerous
Consider yourself to be
A victim of society
And I'll change seats right now and leave you alone
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 6:35 PM
Thursday, February 14, 2002 :::
Creeping
From a flickering shadow
To the constant flame
Gradual difference
Seeming the same
Used to just see you
In the corner of my eye
Soon you'll cover me
Crawl all over me
You just keep on
Creeping in
Taboo tingle
Under my skin
You're creeping in
To my life
Down the banister
By the books
Your sculpted looks
Your cultured smile
Despite my sanity
Glancing around
You don't make no
Sound . . .
But you keep on
Creeping in
Taboo tattoo
Under my skin
You're creeping in
-To my life
My style
Promise myself
I'll only do you for a while
-To my life
My scene
My heady temptress
My obsession machine
It's time to go home
I can't shake you
With your claws in me
Leave me alone
I can't shake you
Incessant need
But I don't mind
Sometimes . . .
No I don't mind
Sometimes.
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 2:41 PM
Friday, February 08, 2002 :::
Relativity
[idea: A chain of events on the road going from one person to another. The people
are not related in any way and are all affected but in different ways.]
Who threw the shoe
out a window in the passing lane
that bounced off of a glass pane
and shattered lives and dreams for two teens
behind the swerve around a curve
veering 'cross three freeway lanes
forcing the mailman from his course
to the median he won't see again
but the bus driver will and he'll live to tell
but he won't get to drive the bus no more
after colliding with a mother of four
driving home from the grocery store and . . .
you ask me to
convince you
that it's not worth
all this hurt on earth
but I don't know
what to say to that
'cept it's relative
this life we live
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 8:33 AM
Tuesday, February 05, 2002 :::
Riding The Bus
Riding the bus
reading the signs
keeping the liner
between the lines
Humanity climbs right on
Humanity climbs right on
Riding the bus
two-dollar fare
get on late
don't get a chair
Humanity climbs right on
Unwashed souls and unwashed faces
Rolling to another stop
Humanity climbs right on
Michael, May and John
Humanity climbs right on
to the bus
Don't necessarily save no time
But saves me gas and saves my mind
When I'm drivin and traffic gets
so slow I got to smoke me a cigarette
You've seen my face before on the street
We meet
We don't take no chances
Avoid accidental glances
Won't find no answers
Humanity climbs on the bus
Us
The mad, strange opus
Me and thee
The unscored symphony
Unwashed and free
Humanity climbs on the buss
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 12:02 PM
Monday, February 04, 2002 :::
Some people talking to themselves
Some people asking why
Some people drown their sorrows in professional sports
Some people get high, and I -
understand them, sugar
Some people point out things you don't want to see
Some people just got that eye
Some people get paid to smokescreen the public
Some people get high, and you
got something to say
You don't take anything for granted
You don't take anything at all
And in certain situations you might slow that sucker down
But not un-
less you
absolutely
have to
Some people hang their tongues in silence
Some people really got no clue
Some people cause worlds o' trouble
'Cause they got nothing to do, and I
understand them, sugar
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 5:44 PM
You gotta hold that light up to your dreams
You gotta hold that light up to your dreams
Back in September I thought I'd know more by now
Back in September I thought I'd know more by now
[premise: A man is has too many dream and can't pick one
so never gets far enough to achieve any of them. And yet,
when he goes to sleep at night he lives them out and they
wash him clean.]
But these
These blues are all I can see
My eyes and me
And ghosts of everything
I never thought I could be so clean
Washed in the waters of . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 8:44 AM
Saturday, February 02, 2002 :::
Hello, how've you been
It's been a long time it's good to see you again
I didn't expect to see your face round here
I heard you'd packed up and disappeared
from here
It's good to see you got away from your pride
I heard you'd found a bottle and it pulled you inside
Floating
Tossing
Cold, alone, lost
On the ocean
Things haven't changed much in this hometown
And everything lost always gets found, but
There've been days when I dreamed about you
Heard about the world, longed to see if it's true
like you
I can see the light in the curl of your smile
Spread some around, come and sit for a while
Shores
You washed on
All the waves
You crashed on
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 1:43 PM
Friday, February 01, 2002 :::
Private Thing
It's a private thing between you and I
The brush of a hand, the pass of an eye
The torture of patience, the longing for touch
Waiting so much
sweetens the rush
Here in the dark, your hair in my face
sharing such an intimate space
How could we share this private thing?
Who could understand?
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 12:35 PM
I didn't want to tell you
Things might turn out this way
My silence signed my confession
And gives up everything I can't say
Now the words are closing in
Just like these four walls
I don't know what time pays homage to
But on its knees it humbly crawls
Sentimental misconceptions
Have ever plagued this body and soul
Abandoned in this condition
Huddling here
Trying to keep out of the rain
I could recreate myself
From ashes and these charred remains
But it would take a hero
To save me from myself
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 12:30 PM
I never got to play with matches
I never saw no body bleed
Never drew no sites on the world
Never had nobody spit on me
But I suffered for your silence
And I felt a pilgrims rage
So I answered all your questions
Set my ship upon the sea
Sailed away from your padded cage
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 12:30 PM
It's all been burned into my brain
I'm never gonna do that again
But still I have to say it was nice
A precious lesson at a low low price
The situation seemed quite grim
Coming home and catching you with him
And I have to ask what kinda bitch would leave
Her keys in the door and her pants with her keys?
But in the end I'm better off
Cuz I was getting pretty tired of the way you walked all over me . . .
I'm a man
I may not like to be alone
But I don't need nobody's hand
It's been real
But I feel I can deal
If I find another heart to steal
So go
So go
Check it off another lesson learned
Don't trust a leopard whose spots have turned
Look for the clues in her claws and believe
The blood from her last kill fresh on her teeth
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 12:30 PM
My oceans of affection have vapored away
I'm gonna leave my lover today, today
I'm so damn dry you'd better believe
I'm gonna leave . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 12:29 PM
Smouldering in my eyes
These thoughts might rage across my face
Any second I could let loose
All the panic of a mispent youth
Reach into your heart
Pull out a bunch of nothing
Loll it off your tongue
Sell if for a twen a dozen
Who can understand these days
When the word is bought and sold on tv
Who can understand these days
When art has died, suicide
Understand so little
but feel so much
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 12:29 PM
Dusted to the eyeballs
On the drug dogma
Digging for drama
In every fresh grave
Fighting for her faith
Like it's backed into a corner
Wielding a dull knife
Calling it scripture
Racing all the humans
Comes Sarah Divine
Afraid of evolution
Comes Sarah
Sometimes she feels like she's falling
But she refuses to see that she's standing on nothing
Sometimes she swears she feels judgement is coming
But she refuses to see that it's here
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 12:28 PM
June
[main riff]
Do you remember when
oh way back then
Among the lilac trees
We drank the breeze and we were friends
Time you spent with me
Loves my memory
Lazy nights in June
by the light o' the moon
But those times have past
Fools to have thought they'd last
[change up riff]
No less precious, though,
Love, to go . . .
[main riff]
Understand me now,
oh how my life has changed in many
ways -it means those
lilac breezes blow on different
days -what I'm tryin' to say:
[change up riff 2]
I'm older,
I'm wiser
But . . .
[chorus]
Rock me
Jazz me
In my memory
Rememberin' thee
Sorry to be so
Temporary
But I won't forget you
I won't forget you . . .
[main riff]
And I hope you've found
Someone to hang around
I'd hate to think you'd
smell the stink of that lilac breeze alone
For I've found my match, I've got
I've got quite a catch o' my own
[change up riff]
No less precious, though,
Love, to go . . .
[main riff]
Understand me now,
oh how my life has changed in many
ways -it means those
lilac breezes blow on different
days -what I'm tryin' to say:
[change up riff 2]
I'm older,
I'm wiser
But . . .
[chorus]
Rock me
Jazz me
In my memory
Rememberin' thee
Sorry to be so
Temporary
But I won't forget you
I won't forget you . . .
::: posted by Mr.Concinnity at 12:23 PM
