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Amiss

socking around betty's grapes. keep it down make no mistake. the children in the vineyard. all they do is whine. about some sort of adult privilege that they've yet to find. make me well.

if i had but one more day. a child's eyes to see the way they do now. i would not run amiss. 

half of a man, but braver too. she runs around my legs and through. onto the other side of life. little angels passing by. make me well.

if i had but one more day. a child's eyes to see the way they do now. i would not run amiss. 


summit

if i were a lesser man. I'd thank death for you and your clothing. clay to clay we used to be. but you were better off. if i climbed to the mountain top. what would my symbol be? could i find something to sum it up? or on the summit would i sleep?

take the nickels out of your eyes. it's like you're hiding from an accident. or i mistook them for valuable items. or i was just playing dead again. if i climbed to the mountain top. what would my symbol be?. could i find something to sum it up? or on the summit would i sleep?

will they remember you and your brief associates degree? my mediocre educated heart is panicked about staying. could you tell in my questions lately about answers and flying questions about dying that i've got something on my mind. well i've got something on my mind. 

if i could then i would. but i've got something on my mind.


fire & wind

still right where i left you. leaves all that's changing. tomorrow's captivity waits for your dreaming to come to an end. think you've locked yourself in here. no more love to lend. did i start a war. you may find an old leather band trapped neath your pillow. from weeks upon weeks ago. held on for life. but i promise it doesn't mean anything, nothing. just the start of a landslide. hold on tight.

this is how it ends. in fire & wind. keep me in line. oh, don't even try. 

turning and turning the widening spiral. sucks us up unto it. strapped myself in. must have known it was coming all along. some sort of trench warfare. rotten i belong to a group of romantics afraid of love. leaving me shattered i don't like the thought. but i promise it doesn't mean anything, nothing. just the start of a landslide. hold on tight. 

this is how it ends. in fire & wind. keep me in line. oh, don't even try. 


got a church flier on my seat. from the corner man we call the king. i've been doing better lately. but will he remember me. my five o'clock shade though the hours gone. my two wash tee from a marathon. and a key-ring filled up to the brim from moving right along. 

hard for me to find a place. keep my walls forever changing. started wearing hats of late just to keep me from aging. maybe i need another trip someone to fall in with. all this time inside my head's got me caught up in the moment. i lie awake. but dreaming out for her. 

my oath with anxiety. my self-fulfilling prophecy. that i've just had enough with. i'm tired of this weather. that pulses, dries, and starts again. holds me in malevolence. i'll write a note throw it to the wind. who knows how far it carries. i lie awake. but dreaming out for her. 

come on wind me up. 

wind me up


she tried to find meaning in each and everyday. but she wasn't sure, she wasn't sure. she tried to follow some heavenly path. got lost on the way. now she's tied to balloons floating away. said she was ok. she wasn't pure but floating sure. he said ok. still i'd like some sort of sorry. 

raise our hands to a man cloaked and tall. careful what they say. someone should have tied her down. said she was ok. she wasn't pure but floating sure. he said ok. still i'd like some sort of sorry. but who's to say we understand all this now. we walked away as if to say don't look down.

She


darling, darling, when was our hour? it can't have been so long ago. my teeth are getting coffee stains. my white shirts are yellowing. too fast. too fast. i didn't know it was so far to fall. i didn't know. 

interlude


sometimes i find you remember me better. others i swear you've never seen the same face twice. and you find something more enticing more chaotic more sublime. and i want to be like you. i do. one day. 

are you really fun? or are you just putting me on. stick a needle in me baby. watch me go down, down, down, down. you keep the lights on. i'm sorry but that changes things. and i. i wanna be like you. i do. one day. 

i wanna be like you. i do. one day. 

like you


settle down. soften your shoulder. i've dropped my defenses and now that you're older. you'd think you might have some mercy on me. tapped out. the bartender cries "none for the road you proverbial child." no need tonight. tonight that's the last thing that's making me, making me weary. are we making me teary-eyed. well at least we have brooklyn. and the bridges in the skies. constellations: a tapestry. pin pricks of skylight. in a black abyss that's crowding my eyes. as i look down to see. a perfect white symmetry that is making me teary-eyed. or are we really just weary. or has the second hand ticked our final goodbyes.

melody brushed the hair from your eyes. arpeggiating some carpet ride. we've been adrift. from the moon for a while. tessellated. in time with the ministry. they will look over their shoulders and finally see a sweet nothing. a game. of hide-and-go-seek. and there's you. and there's me. and when there's distance we'll speak about what's making me, making me weary. are we making me teary-eyed. well at least we have brooklyn. and the bridges in the skies. constellations: a tapestry. pin pricks of skylight. in a black abyss that's crowding my eyes. as i look down to see. a perfect white symmetry that is making me teary-eyed. or are we really just weary. or has the second hand ticked our final goodbyes.

more scars than the last. you were finally healing. or you said so to speak. with your face in a book of blake and of keats. like the minotaur's fallen i will follow your string. to the library of romance. the hall of the kings. where the elevator sits as though. it hasn't left for weeks. and your face flushed red. and tear-strewn cheeks. is it me that i see. the other side, other side of me that i see. oh, it's making me. making me weary. are we making me teary-eyed. are we really just weary. or has the second hand ticked our final goodbyes. 

ticked


as some red mist rises. all along the symphony. she's among the violins. my lady of the rhine. she stares with array. a sort of humble panoply. that's taking something over me. as my chest beats in time. i lay awake. dreaming out for her. a ripple in a wave. a one way mirror.

she'll bask the day in mystery. by blocking out the sun. they'll blame it on the weather. they'd blame it on above. watch her wind me up. watch her wind me up. 

clad by the wind. some sort of earthly magic. controlled clouds roll in. almost out of habit. and she walks upon a crucifix. respected, feared by most. oh but she is my religion. my eternal ghost. i lay awake. dreaming out for her. a ripple in a wave. a one way mirror. 

she'll bask the day in mystery. by blocking out the sun. they'll blame it on the weather. they'd blame it on above. watch her wind me up. watch her wind me up. 

wind me up
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