out of control-lyrics

She's been out of control again,
and no ones around,
she's been turning in her head,
beating herself down.
Now let's get going,
to take you away,
let's go run a muck
towards my house
where everything is safe.
She's out of control again,
and no one's around,
she's been turning in her head,
beating herself down.
Now lets go, I'm here,
to take you away,
let's run a muck
towards my house,
turn off the t.v.
Let's get going,
over and around
the bend,
with our 40's
in our hands.
She's been
out of control again,
and no one's around,
she's been
turning in her
head, beating
herself down.

grieving girl-lyrics

There are some thing's far from fair, in our lives>> Poor grieving girl.... There's no preparing for death, don't need to let it rest,>>> Poor grieving girl..... But don't deny happiness, or shy away from us>>> Poor grieving girl... If there was anything, I would give you the world, and more>>> Poor grieving girl.... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------And it wont get any easier, It just hurts, and hurts, there is only one mother>>> If there was anything, I would give you the world and more.... Poor grieving girl... Poor grieving girl... My grieving...

the rainiest man

One rainy day,

pass across the bus bench,

no cover rooftop,

no walls,

safety net. Man,

grey under soppy hat with beaten down sideburns,

reach his frown.

"Here sir, my umbrella,"

No need for mine,

home just a block way.

The rain will fall forever anyway,

her pace will race the rain away,

dry pace by pace.

As he drowns on his bench.

ah but with his new found umbrella.

And I hope he has dinner waiting on the table,

a wife to sit with,

Or just a remembrance will do,

which is enough sometimes to make us happy.

Bloks to heaven

blocks to heaven.

holding the dooroff.

the rollar coaster stops.

whiplash.

Fuck this.

I'm not too short, 5'2, 110 lbs.

He says, " you arer sacreligios, you have an upside down cross straming down the spine of your back."

I walk away,

no matter.

Rollar coster dream's. That go nowhere,

sometimes into the sky, to nowhere.

Only scars of reality, is what is there.

cock on the arm, snail shell for it to hide in for squeezing into, buta throttle for fucking.

A Theo Jansen´s mechanism

this is how my mind is....

MUSIC FEELS

Happier music

gets you up

downer music

gets you down

driving around gets you high

pigtails bounce

you around

when you listen

to joy division

panic music

downer lyrics dont get you down

upper music

makes pannic

feels good

her shiba-inu

She shed layers of skin walking her dog across the green line on a shady day. The cloudsgreys look permanent but fades away as she walks her dog. The heavens look real, like the dark is nothing at all. She can touch her face for the first time, feel beauty in her rise, the evil fall. Her shiba-inu leads her, has a head start. Fox-faced, curled-matted tail, fox teeth, gold for fur. They run run, run, like never before, go , go , go......But she's got to slow down. The Anthropomorphism, the existentialism, feel the love, over analyze the world. The beauty in nature, let her shiba inu sniff what ever she wants to....

BENEATH OUR LEGS

Shadows fallling beneath our legs, used to run from them. Now we laugh at them. I don't change. I do, I guess I never thought I'de lose you. I feel as if they are after me again. I'm at the same start, the same begining. My heart is pounding. Shut the door > Lock them out. I was winning, Now i'm drowning, > I was winning.------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Words out the window once again are they listening, they/no one can here. It was in our old world > none of tems'. When we were together.

Trenches of love

Defiantly ,Defiantly, back and forth, haven't seen you forever. Trenches hold our lives' together. And if that is good , it is good. Defiant trenches with our everything stuck, hiding for cover, fighting it for us forever. But we take it, get up, walk toward the war between each-other, toward the barricades, emotionally, blackout. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The trench Defiantly, stuck there, stuck from a promise. Back and forth,feels like we haven't seen each-other forever, haven't battled the field of weirdness in a while, but our trench will hold us down for now, our barricades black us out.

BIPOLAR

ROLLING FORWARD

Rolling forward from a backward life. do things get weird from here?......... We can talk of having no future, as if there is no tomorrow and dot, dot, dot. But I am twisted in two sets of life, the past history, and the way I roll forward every time. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------Listen slowly, I can't emotionally figure things out. I put ligaments around my neck. I tighten it slowly, like i said , i listen slowly to the tightening sound it makes against my skin, the extension cords wrapped, never too tight to where I'm dead. I am the passenger, the right side of the car, always looking left, then straight, and tightning, sqeuezing the cord around my neck.----------------------------------------------------------------------------Not this time, all yet by yet, the past history crawls the scars that reach across my neck, I roll forward as a motivator, passenger, no matter where the car takes us . Tight extension cord blessed to be missed.

SMOKE OUT THE WINDOW

The smoke goes out the window, like out my head. On one lonely day turns into evening. Fractions, Broken emotions tying you down. Forgetting is impossible, and so is moving on. Look in the mirror, smash it in. See one shitty eye closed, too many faces, blunt minds. Hope or happiness is non existent. You hear nothing, when always people leave you behind, because they never say always, or do they? Minds fractured, blaming, demising, plotting is demise. Even as sick as i am, i can not help but love such weirdness freakish nature.