I appreciate the way dry beans at the supermarket feel when I thrust my hands into tubs of them, the richness of the English language ( we even have a word for the pleasant smell in the air after it rains! ) and the sacrifice of the men and women dying in the desert so that our leaders can keep their faces egg free.
"You are free to do as we tell you!"
the first time I saw her sitting there on a bus stop bench surrounded by an empty parking lot as the cop cars and buses wizzed by but she never got on, instead just sitting, waiting so beautiful and i couldn't help but wish I could somehow rush across the street and save her but I knew it wasn't possible, shaking my head I lit another cigarrette and turned away. I would have to save myself first.
on the shores of a lake named after a late queen of england
i heard new rumors of war.
the sun was a red ball up in the summer sky.
i saw my sister standing in the doorway.
she had that look on her face that reminded me of you.
the reports were coming hourly and the sky was blue.
they were shifting the power again.
they always do this when i come home.
i tucked my shirt in, though i don't know why.
shielded my eyes from the light up in the sky
'cause it was shining, blazing, like a highway flare
in the incredibly impossibly dry air
i heard my mother call my sister to the kitchen again
and thought that everything was headed straight down the drain
they positioned themselves in strategic locations
i was beginning to lose my patience.
if you'll just put your hand in mine,
we're gonna leave all our troubles behind.
I feel a little strange
Feels like I'll never get my shit together
27 and I'm fucked
Well, it's 10 years from teenage
and that's a freaking lot
I think I'm getting old
and I thought I'd never say
that I bought Nevermind
and it changed my life
some fifteen years ago
I thought my little sister
would never ever make it out of high school
and go looking for jobs
Not on top
Baby, I'm not on top
and your love is like a diamond
with a sadistic sick crowd of bastards
peeping in the bleachers
and there's two men and no team
one is pitching cannonballs
the other is hitting wind
and I've done a lot of training
to try to stick to my positions
locked up in th attic
now I'm falling in love with her
and there's 67 better ways
to make some sense
Not on top
Baby, I'm not on top
I told you...