post lyrics that are particularly good in your opinion. Accompanying music is optional. I'll start with a section of 'Third Eye': >Shroud-ing all the ground around me >Is this holy crow above me. >Black as holes within a memory >And blue as our new second sun. >I stick my hand into his shadow >To pull the pieces from the sand. >Which I attempt to reassemble >To see just who I might have been. >I do not recognize the vessel, >But the eyes seem so familiar. >Like phosphorescent desert buttons >Singing one familiar song...
How beautiful the way the sun sets. As we stared up at the same sky, and swore that for an eternity that the stars would collide. I can reach the sky, but I still can't touch your heart. Can we dream of tomorrow when we can't even get through today? As forever fades away I will carry these blades on paper cut hands. I'll cross my heart in hopes that I would die. Throught a plethora of screams, they can't hear my cries. In these echoes of silence, I can hear the angels sing, yearning for forgiveness, and the healing of broken wings with hearts on fire. I'm praying for the clouds to hold me in its embrace. I am trying to stand on these broken legs. Reflecting on memories I have so yearned to erase. Tears run for so long that I have gotten used to the taste.
'Nirvana', this is actually a Bukowski poem read by Tom Waits:
Not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on the way to somewhere. And it began to snow.
And the bus stopped at a little cafe in the hills and the passengers entered. And he sat at the counter with the others, and he ordered, the food arrived. And the meal was particularly good. And the coffee.
The waitress was unlike the women he had known. She was unaffected, and there was a natural humor which came from her. And the fry cook said crazy things. And the dishwasher in back laughed a good clean pleasant laugh.
And the young man watched the snow through the window. And he wanted to stay in that cafe forever. The curious feeling swam through him that everything was beautiful there. And it would always stay beautiful there.
And then the bus driver told the passengers that it was time to board. And the young man thought: "I'll just stay here, I'll just stay here." And then he rose and he followed the others into the bus. He found his seat and looked at the cafe through the window. And then the bus moved off, down a curve, downward, out of the hills.
And the young man looked straight forward. And he heard the other passengers speaking of other things, or they were reading or trying to sleep. And they hadn't noticed the magic. And the young man put his head to one side, closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep.
There was nothing else to do, just to listen to the sound of the engine, and the sound of the tires in the snow.
Nothing changes and it never will. Sun up sun down everyday stay the same. Repetition, metaphorical erosion of the spirit. Rusting promises like skin liable to chap. Fate is the nightlight that burns our eyes out as we walk tightropes and dance in circles to the tune of our backsbreaking under weight up living up to potential. Choke on the smell. On and on, around and around. Never missing a beat. Soldering forward,away from what you truly aspire to be, or to do, or to see, for fear of pushing. Sinking or sailing, flying or falling, cutting the waves. Breaching the hull. Soaring without effort. Going down in flames. No ports, no parachutes. Failure is divine satire so maybe we'll be laughing at the ones who died in neutral. So maybe we'll be laughing at the ones who died in park. Who is to say? Every time you sell yourself short, an angel gets its wings. So maybe I'll be a monumental joke. Moving on, staying in place, with the things we want growing old in the back seat.
This is my least favorite you Who floats far above earth and stone The nights that I twist on the rack Is the time that I feel most at home We're wandering in the shade And the rustle of fallen leaves A bird on the edge of a blade Lost now forever, my love, in a sweet memory
This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes, again
Can you picture what will be, so limitless and free Desperately in need, of some, stranger's hand In a, desperate land
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain And all the children are insane, all the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah There's danger on the edge of town Ride the King's highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake, he's old, and his skin is cold The west is the best, the west is the best Get here, and we'll do the rest The blue bus is callin' us, the blue bus is callin' us Driver, where you taken us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and, then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door, and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother, I want to, fuarrrk you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin' a blue rock, on a blue bus Doin' a blue rock, c'mon, yeah Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end
Blistering Pree, all smiling and swollen Makes babies to breathe With their hearts hanging open all over the sheets As soft as beets in some brown dresser drawer
And with bees in her breath and the rest of her ringing They'll sting through her chest with a force hard and beating Till wonderfully wet she will get Until she's soaked inside her clothes
And there is no sorry to be sorry for For a roll around the floor some afternoon so sound and soft It made her swallow all her sweat With every bit of breath she coughs And when the day it came to pour all her babies All across the bathroom floor She will be swimming in them all forever more
-- From Slip Slidin' Away - Paul Simon -- God only knows God makes his plan The information's unavailable To the mortal man We work our jobs Collect our pay Believe we're gliding down the highway When in fact we're slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away Slip slidin' away You know the nearer your destination The more you're slip slidin' away
-- From Same Thing - Flobots -- Let it blow with convulsive force Till walls fall off their false supports Till Jericho's aircraft carriers alter course And all brave young Americans are called ashore Cause we've already lost the war they keep wagin' Splattering the streets in battles that keep ragin' Bloodyin' each page of the story that we're studying Each day the same just the names keep changin'
The sketchy crowd shows me drawings, they're alright An alternately dim and frightful waste Now come on honey let's go outside You disrupt the world's disorder just by virtue of your grace, you know I didn't want to go, but leave I must As gratifying as this dust was
Boy don't even try to touch this Boy this beat is crazy This is how they made me Houston Texas baby This goes out to all my girls That's in the club rocking the latest Who will buy it for themselves and get more money later I think I need a barber None of these niggas can fade me I'm so good with this, I remind you I'm so hood with this Boy I'm just playing Come here baby Hope you still like me fuarrrk you pay me
Drunk with the nectar Of submission Of submission I feel nothing more I feel nothing more Than existence, than existence A loneliness That will not Come off In the Narcissism Of the harbour We are lost Vaster than night My Pride My Threats My Thrust This is beyond very fond All this is beyond All this is beyond Is this the final exorcism? Of an Obsession In the Obsession? Swept clean of the past And its errors Shall we take new roads? We shall take new roads Look, Lost Vast Night Tearing and Loathing Thrashing without you To the Church of Tomorrow Death is the Martyr of Beauty Look, Here is our Runic Wreath Look Here!