Friday, July 21, 2006
a cactus cries his eyes out
"and spacemen disguised as cactus
are standin in a row
tryin to hold their breath
withhold what they know"
-"cowboy's lullaby," trevor garrod
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
imposing fines
Help yourself
Take it all
Save me some
Screen your calls
Fall asleep
By yourself
On your side
In a ball
Spin all night
Get up tired
Try to be
Not a liar
deadlines make
time bunch up
some's for them
done with us
won't compete
come home late
last one out
lock the gate
send your love
down the line
starts with fire
ends with fines
Take it all
Save me some
Screen your calls
Fall asleep
By yourself
On your side
In a ball
Spin all night
Get up tired
Try to be
Not a liar
deadlines make
time bunch up
some's for them
done with us
won't compete
come home late
last one out
lock the gate
send your love
down the line
starts with fire
ends with fines
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Friday, July 14, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
i'm not from here, i just live here
it's not a goodbye
if i'll see you next week
but you packed all your things
& you patched up the leak
you won't turn around
to see all you'll miss
the world spread ahead
so much more than you wished
you were the glue
that stuck us all here
but your lease is run thru
& we're melting with tears
your star will explode
into powdery light
wherever you go
will be that much more bright
if i'll see you next week
but you packed all your things
& you patched up the leak
you won't turn around
to see all you'll miss
the world spread ahead
so much more than you wished
you were the glue
that stuck us all here
but your lease is run thru
& we're melting with tears
your star will explode
into powdery light
wherever you go
will be that much more bright
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
Sunday, July 09, 2006
weak end
say nothing is right
until nothing is left
picking your fights
hoarding your best
full of hot air
watery eyes
clouded just stare
at the saturday skies
until nothing is left
picking your fights
hoarding your best
full of hot air
watery eyes
clouded just stare
at the saturday skies
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