Nocturne,
whence she calls me
Nocturne,
whither I call back

After hours, when all
the lights turn out
but mine
I hear birdsongs
as the sun turns on
the sky

Nocturne
whence she calls me
Nocturne
whither I call back
Nocturne,
whence she calls me
Nocturne
Best never to look back

After lights out, and all
the streetlight seeps
through sidewalks
I see her there
she turns the sun
back on

Nocturne,
whence she calls me
Nocturne
I reply
Nocturne
I turn guiltily
Sometimes dreams remind

Sometimes dreams remind
Some dreams rewind time
Sometimes dreams rewind
Some dreams rewind time

Nocturne,
as she calls me
slowly I reply
Nocturne,
shill she calls me
Guiltfully I close my eyes

Remember the old days?
when, back when
the good days
we drove and rolled joints
and laughed

in your white sedan
in my backyard
everywhere we went you and i

It's not I don't care
it's not I let go
I just want to help
It's just you need your help

When we were kids
when, back when
glory days
Nothing hard
no tree to tall to rest beneath

in your aging eyes
in my foggy mind
mistakes we made
you and i

It's not I don't see
it's not I let go
Yo need to help me pull
or we'll both fall behind

Not so different
distant image X2
restart, relapse, revise

It's not I
It's not I
It's not I
want to fix you
It's not I     X3
Never knew you
It's not I     X3
It's not I don't care
Cause I just want you to help you

A figment of fictition
So persistent in perdition
Little distant,
Little hat trick
Lay her down upon my mattress

I spit hot glue
whether or not I ought to
It's never thought through,
never bought new
I never sought another off-tune

Sound
I'm perfectly happy with my own.
And life's an acquired taste (bittersweet trainwreck)
Just like a whiskey flavored sno-cone
So just

Relax.
Take your bags off and lean back
Discheveled chivalry,
Burning bush,
Uttered simile
Muttered quickly
In a sea of young blood and old trees

Just try and make a meek response,
recompose your shattered sconce
Redirect it all deliberately
with my newfound friend tenacity
I report a list of casualties
after a hurricane of history

Recurring dreams are haunting me
Face-to-face with Mephistopheles
Which I ponder in all honesty.
Should I fear the devil within,
even if I don't believe in him
or is it enough
that he believes in me?

Hand reached up
out of hell today
grabbed me by the soul
the devil whispered
come with me
show you the way back home

In my mind
I see my past
In your eyes
I see my future
In my dreams
I see my own demise
By my fearful weakened nature

Hand reached up
for me today
showed me where to go
the devil whispered
in my ear
what he said, lord only knows

In my lungs
I feel a quart of blood
In my heart
I feel a leak
In my soul
I fear a worse tomorrow
I'm afraid to rise and see


The devil boxed my ear today
I reeled and hit the mat
Then fell into a lake of ice
And felt alive at last

Revitalized I rose again
And threw the final blow
I sent him back from where he came
now they know my name back home

In my head, I hear a sea of voices
In my ear
I hear just yours
In my dreams
I see a golden future
If it's real, lord only knows.

The clock reads three A.M.
And you are listening to radio static
And you are picking feathers from your naked pillow
In the light of a nightlamp you kept near your bedside as a child
To keep the gorillas in your closet from eating you
Or whatever it is gorillas do with small children from the western world

And Somewhere in a country overseas,
A man is standing vigilantly on a beach
Waiting for the small mail boat from his home country
(which just so happens to be the same as your home country)
He is waiting to get any kind of word from the western world

Are you still out there, western world?

The childhood memories collecting dust on your shelves
and faint sirens soon lull you into a sleep that is barely more than a deep thought
where you dream of a girl with pineapple hair and an intoxicating aroma
And you think to yourself
Who still gives a **** about the western world?
And   then you kiss her lips and remember why YOU give a **** about anything in the

Western world

Is anyone out there, western world?

Anyone out there practicing western medicine?
Eating at some massive fast food chain that serves the parts of the pig you can't even name without vomiting?
Sitting on a couch made of the skin of an animal who your ancestors relied on to survive?
Buying jewelry for a member of the opposite *** whom you met no less than three weeks ago?

And in your light, restless dreams
you smell the pineapple girl's tranquilizing neck and you think
Is this happening anywhere else in the western

World?

Are people asking themselves questions they already know the answers to
And picking feathers from naked pillows at three o clock in the ******* morning while the sirens and radio static blare on
Because they're too proud to answer the questions that they know the answers to?
Is there anyone else confused in this vast low-budget carnival that is
the Western world?

And the answer is yes
This is happening everywhere
In this
Western
World.

Tonight I looked into the cold dark sky
Empty save the full moon,
Godless and lonely,
And I wondered how it must feel?
To be the brightest object in an otherwise empty abyss?
and then I considered earth
Full of life, yet alone with the knowledge
of its own greatness.
And suddenly,
The thought of the moon didn't seem so foreign.