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no ground,no matter
she always thought she had the moon in her pocket
and the sun would stay high
as long as she stayed inside
chucks made of concrete
but it didn't matter
cuz all she did was glide
cracks my beer can for me
and even turns the tab to the left
when i ask for a smoke
it's lit before it hits my lips
so i just drink and drive
no radio
no appropriate music for this ride
i try
not to be too morose
about terminating another pregnancy
she just says
" i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs
but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up
the front door sticks a bit but in my frustration
i almost slap her straight in the belly with it
wouldn't matter anyway right?
like cutting your finger before your wrists
just without morphine
smells like desperation,coagulated iron oxide and loneliness
in here
i ask her if she's sure
in a delicate what the fuck is your problem type of way
she just says
" i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs
but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up
everyone in scrubs
has a disgusted look on their face
and a i got slivers under every fingernail disposition
with a matching bedside manner
i guess that's what you get
at the ghetto clinic
better then a coat hanger
in a brooklyn basement
i'm the only white dude with a white girl in here
she's the only one not crying
they call her in the back and she still seems to glow and glide
as much as i am fascinated by watching things die
i need another beer so i'm waiting outside
it only takes like an hr
maybe 59:59
by this time i'm back in the stagnant
every movement eyeballed waiting room
this place is preparing 37 lil mental funerals
from 9 to 5
she comes out with a look like everything is fine
but i still ask if she's aight
she just smiles
and says "i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs
but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up
she just says
" i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs
but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up
and the sun would stay high
as long as she stayed inside
chucks made of concrete
but it didn't matter
cuz all she did was glide
cracks my beer can for me
and even turns the tab to the left
when i ask for a smoke
it's lit before it hits my lips
so i just drink and drive
no radio
no appropriate music for this ride
i try
not to be too morose
about terminating another pregnancy
she just says
" i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs
but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up
the front door sticks a bit but in my frustration
i almost slap her straight in the belly with it
wouldn't matter anyway right?
like cutting your finger before your wrists
just without morphine
smells like desperation,coagulated iron oxide and loneliness
in here
i ask her if she's sure
in a delicate what the fuck is your problem type of way
she just says
" i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs
but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up
everyone in scrubs
has a disgusted look on their face
and a i got slivers under every fingernail disposition
with a matching bedside manner
i guess that's what you get
at the ghetto clinic
better then a coat hanger
in a brooklyn basement
i'm the only white dude with a white girl in here
she's the only one not crying
they call her in the back and she still seems to glow and glide
as much as i am fascinated by watching things die
i need another beer so i'm waiting outside
it only takes like an hr
maybe 59:59
by this time i'm back in the stagnant
every movement eyeballed waiting room
this place is preparing 37 lil mental funerals
from 9 to 5
she comes out with a look like everything is fine
but i still ask if she's aight
she just smiles
and says "i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs
but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up
she just says
" i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs
but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up
Published 30th May 2014
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30th May 2014 3:00am
Wow, this one is intense. I wish I could pick your brain and follow your thoughts- so long as I've got Kevlar protection.
Smells like iron oxide, despair, and loneliness- yeah, thats it.
Smells like iron oxide, despair, and loneliness- yeah, thats it.
30th May 2014 3:45am
8th Jun 2014 9:54pm
27th Jun 2014 3:59pm
Aw man, the psychic funk resonates. John Waits and blues. It's a trip to read the works that you create with the hypnotic chorus, bringing the bleak into the breaks. It takes me through the tunnel and out the other side. I dunno what anyone else gets out of your work, man, but I come out of it leaving chunks of my own beast in some other landscape.
Thanks for maintaining that landscape. Fine work.
Thanks for maintaining that landscape. Fine work.
