In , a world based on looks and glamorous ways.
Isn't it amazing of the things we say.
Isn't she ugly?
We have often heard.
Until it's directed back upon them.

Isn't that baby ugly.
We have heard this too.
Until that person is connected to you.

Then our defense system instantly kicks in.
It could be in the defense of a family or a friend.

Isn't he one ugly guy.
But many of them have charm to push a pretty guy to the side.

When you sit and think about many things.
Isn't we all just the same.

River, snow melt marches,
Tiny leaves, soft bells, bears early—
No salmon running.

The burning of the smoke in my throat excites me.
i know here soon ill not have a care in the world.
i can feel the base of the music in my chest.
Puff puff pass.
puff puff pass.
i sway to the music and giggle at the lyrics.
crush it up nice and good.
inhale the powder through my nose to get the high i really want
take a shot to wash down the awful taste
sit back and drift in and out of reality.

The pillows you lay your head on
at night are filled with bugs
Their marching puts you to sleep. You pull
your dead self over your
dying self, warming your living
self, warning your living self of the
dangers of
making love or searching out the familiar.
The familiar lies like
the drugs you take forgetting your feelings.
What you feel is a truth. What you feel.
What are you feeling?
Feeling down, feeling dragged?
It's Dragsville man
the only way out of this prison is to dig.
Ya dig?
No not you dig
They dig,
and you just lay down. You lay down
and rest in your bed with your
pillows.