"Call To Dive" as written by Adam Drucker, Jeffrey Logan, Dax Pierson, Alex Kort, Jordan Dalrymple and Marton / Dowers....
The lids on Streetlights peel back
To reveal row upon row of bulging black bird eye.
All gorged out toward you like exotic zoo snakes
Heaped up on fiberglass rocks,
Fat with farmed rats coaxed down their throat...

Below them in their brights,
Tilt finished arrows beached up on thin tin signs.
And where its corrugated stem injects into cement
There is a deep fried breastbone,
Popping hard half ate on a rich red curb...

All at once,
This moment has no mercy on your color find eye's
Stole blues version of oakland...
As you make for thin ice on your you on you violent night.

The next morning everything begins again over a walk,
Past a few balloons tied to a lovesick car-salesman's wrist.
You press on...
A soft bicycle wheel chained up
Behind a savage looking pair of women's dress shoes,
Abandoned to the left of a tire tread pressed dead pigeon
Lain askew in more rich rose colored gutter.

Temperature taking your skin,
Tinged city wind catching air
On your pleasantly imperfect and see-section shaped skull.

For once forget your headed to the mailbox
To drop more finished bills down to its gut...
Even though for all you know...
That's about as far as those things ever go.

As sad as it is so,
Kids today will never wear the perfect cape of clean air.
Nor one true brand new brazier of sheer luck...

Or does someone out there still expect that...
The way a moth gives freely of itself unto the bulb.

They will not learn their lesson from a teachers copy
Of a blackened lung, hung in the classroom, on the coat rack...
Or left dripping in the closet during math minutes passing.
Nor from a nice new globe made of gold, cast in the shape of a half eaten apple...

Not until...
The sun is on a stick.
The moon hung on a hook.

Desperate times call for step by step schematics of the human dive.

The end

A sunset interjects.
Donating the kind of red you only see in stores.
Affording yourself a bit more reality,
Some singular mood polarity .

If you could, you'd have a close friend
Drive you off into the sinking pinks.

Lyrics submitted by Taobeth

"Call to Dive" as written by Alexander Wesley Kort Adam Drucker


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    General CommentI really have to ask, what IS he saying after the "desperate times" part, but before the "a sunset interjects"?
    5letterwordon April 30, 2009   Link

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