WAITING ROOM
i am a patient boy i wait, i wait, i wait
my time is like water down a drain everybody's moving,
everything is moving please don't leave me to remain in
the waiting room i don't want the news i'm not a part
of it i don't want the news i have no use for it sitting
outside of town everybody's always down because... they
can't get up but i don't sit idly by i'm planning a big
surprise i'm gonna fight for what i want to be i won't
make the same mistakes because i know how much time that
wastes function is the key in the waiting room
BULLDOG FRONT
a historical - you think this shit just
dropped right out of the sky my analysis: it's time to
harvest the crust from your eyes to surge and refine,
to rage and define ourselves against your line so sorry
friend but you must resign you want to figure it out we'll
throw down, we'll throw down you want to figure it out
well throw down your bulldog front bold bold mouthtalking
not so bold now that you've eaten your own lips flecked,
mouthspecked you strip the skin right off of the bone
and i would never say you act without precision or care,
but it's all attention to armor, to the armor you wear
so well let's knock and check to see if there's somebody
home
BAD MOUTH
you can't be what you were so you better
start being just what you are you can't be what you were
time is now and it's running out you can't be what you
were so you better start living the life that you're talking
about you can't be what you were no movement, no movement,
no movement in a bad mouth it betrays a bad mind
BURNING
there's something acting
on this body something goes in when nothing comes out
and someone's acting on this information but nothing's
registered from this location from this site that i sense
that i am, in asking what is burning in my eyes? i wanted
a language of my own my lips were sucked empty and i mouthed
the lines of this crowd that surrounds me punctured and
parceled i fold my hand to this site that i sense that
i am asking what is this burning in my eyes?
GIVE ME THE CURE
i never thought too hard on dying before
i never sucked on the dying i never licked the side of
dying before and now i'm feeling the dying you've got
your hands over your ears you've got your mouth running
on you've got your eyes looking for something that will
never be found - like a reason and i don't need a reason
i never thought too hard on dying before i never sucked
on the dying i never licked the side of dying before and
now i'm feeling the dying but you've got to give me the
shot give me the pill give me the cure now what you've
done to my world
SUGGESTION
why can't i walk down a street free of
suggestion? is my body the only trait in the eye's of
men? i've got some skin you want to look in there lays
no reward in what you discover you spent yourself watching
me suffer suffer you words, suffer your eyes, suffer your
hands suffer your interpretation of what it is to be a
man i've got some skin you want to look in she does nothing
to deserve it he only wants to observe it we sit back
like they taught us we keep quiet like they taught us
he just wants to prove she does nothing to remove it we
don't want anyone to mind us so we play the roles that
they assigned us she does nothing to conceal it he touches
her 'cause he wants to feel it we blame her for being
there but we are all guilty
GLUE MAN
i spent it all on the bag on the drag the
sun comes up, the tide rolls out the trucks roll by the
park still a park where children play and pick up stones
anything to make them feel less alone - he's alone his
mind is his own town where all his thoughts run aground
they fall all over and down i spent it all on the bag
on the drag the sun comes down, the tide rolls back we
crawl our way back to the house we call home he holds
his home in the palm of his hand and he says, and he says
you are my everyone, you are my anyone you are my anytime,
you are my every time you are my everywhere...anywhere...
MARGIN WALKER
you make yourself so beautiful, you make
yourself so, so beautiful and now i feel like i'm going,
i'm going to set myself on fire. i'm going to set myself
up at a window, this margin walker wants a clear view,
this margin walker wants a clear shot, and now i'm shooting
it right on you. untraceable, untranslatable, i can't
explain all i ever wanted to do trajectory passing right
through me threads my needle sends it right through you.
you make yourself so visible, you make yourself so, so
visible, and now i feel like i'm in the tread of some
bastard jealousy. up here, above the avenue, up here,
where the things you do, they lend me a problem with the
language, split my seams and then they drop in a fuse.
AND THE SAME
yes i know this is politically correct
but it comes to you spiritually direct an attempt to thoughtfully
affect your way of thinking that is if you believe in
race or that you were born in the right time or place
that is a thought about face your way of thinking your
way of... and the same could be said for all the people
lying dead for them to die was a distraction if you have
to carry a gun to keep your fragile seat at number one
this is a bullet you can't outrun... your way of thinking
so wait and see it's coming round conscripted through
the lost and found and still we find so tightly wound...
your way of thinking your way of... and the same could
be said for all the people lying dead for them to die
was a distraction and what they found a bit too late got
covered up with all that hate and now it's nothing but
reaction action. reaction. action. reaction.
BURNING TOO
anytime but now anywhere but here anyone
but me i've got to think about my own life we are consumed
by society we are obsessed with variety we are all filled
with anxiety that this world would not survive we gotta
put it out the sky is burning we gotta put it out the
water's burning we gotta put it out the earth is burning
outrage but then they say... anytime but now anywhere
but here anyone but me i've got to think about my own
life the world is not our facility we have a responsibility
to use our abilities to keep this place alive right here
right now do it. now. do it.
PROVISIONAL
somewhere in these private minds, the last
one comes just in time to clear out the chambers and sew
up the lips, 'cause that's the price to pay for hoping
every slips not a slide. in other words not to get it
wrong, it's pointless to walk when it's past time to run.
secured under the weight of watchful eyes, lulled to sleep
under clear expansive skies. somewhere in these prying
hearts conflicting histories tear us apart and we hope
we don't get what we deserve, hide behind the targets
in front of all the people we serve.
LOCKDOWN
blood on the pedals, blood on the grips
steel leveled, chest level smear my lips let them slip
into a smile because now after awhile it's all we're seen
to do. 'cause the business is as business does trash is
trash until it's sealed from above and left on to the
corner of your mind to disappear. lockdown the remains.
machine works best when the machine's not shy, trash is
trash but trash from cash must divide. body bent body
doubled, dismissed by time a 5 to 9 will serve the 9 to
5. lockdown the remains.
PROMISES
words words and expressions all these confessions
of where we stand how i see you and you see me dedications
of symmetry together we will be forever promises are shit
we speak the way we breathe present air will have to do
rearrange and see us through stupid fucking words they
tangle us in our desires free me from this give and take
free me from this great debate there were no truer words
than when spoken let that stand as it should there was
nothing left when broken we grab anything when we fall
promises are shit we speak the way we breathe present
air will have to do rearrange and see us through stupid
fucking words they tangle us in our desires free me from
this give and take free me from this great debate you
will do what you do i will do what i do we will do what
we do rearrange and see it through go where you think
you want to go do everything you were sent here for fire
at will if you hear that call touch your hand to the wall
at night promises words.
