May 2011
A thought passed through the clouds so white that hung over my head
There was nothing I could do about the lies in the sky
Or the heavy hanging that outside I saw a man in the rain
Where there were whispers ringing out in the night
There were also tears streaming down the faces of the proud
But these were the worries of a man wounded in love
And these were the haunts of a house that I never thought to bought
Twanging terrificly for all the undead world to see and hear
Roaming was the way of the world for me and only in me
Streets were a red color this morning as she lay mourning
And of course these were the words of a man unborn and unknown
But listen to the trickle of the rain outside thine window
And watch carefully the ticking of that majestic clock
Where there were many a man broken and many a woman spending tokens
With their cash cards swiping itself upstairs with large words
And these worries spelt in trouble spills unto those stairs
That I once danced up when I felt I was in the know
Course' there was a record playing while the wine was being poured
And a professional man said to me "Would you like a glass?"
I've forgotten the tune of the croon so I look to the scattered road
And a Jesabil sound rushed the stage seeking fame
Stardust rocket blasts with confetti men wearing hats
And rough and tough men selling books that litter shelves
Yes these were the sights of a man busy being unborn and sworn
Sworn in these skies that fire themselves for they are not right
But the right of the right keeps itself tight
And this construction outside this window is breaking fast
And the purring kitty is no longer belonging to the name of cat
Feast on the fear of remembrances of your former self
For those were always and seemed like much better times
But the bouncing Bob of the times were something I never quite got to know
Knowing to know there was never really anything to get to know
Knowledge that leads to the whirling machine of images
Illusions and false fancy fast formerly fattened fragrances
Titanic break through of a former self that I never did get to know
Too tough to tell what I needed to really say
So I better get on my way fast cause we all know
Were soon to be setting off to set sail
There was nothing I could do about the lies in the sky
Or the heavy hanging that outside I saw a man in the rain
Where there were whispers ringing out in the night
There were also tears streaming down the faces of the proud
But these were the worries of a man wounded in love
And these were the haunts of a house that I never thought to bought
Twanging terrificly for all the undead world to see and hear
Roaming was the way of the world for me and only in me
Streets were a red color this morning as she lay mourning
And of course these were the words of a man unborn and unknown
But listen to the trickle of the rain outside thine window
And watch carefully the ticking of that majestic clock
Where there were many a man broken and many a woman spending tokens
With their cash cards swiping itself upstairs with large words
And these worries spelt in trouble spills unto those stairs
That I once danced up when I felt I was in the know
Course' there was a record playing while the wine was being poured
And a professional man said to me "Would you like a glass?"
I've forgotten the tune of the croon so I look to the scattered road
And a Jesabil sound rushed the stage seeking fame
Stardust rocket blasts with confetti men wearing hats
And rough and tough men selling books that litter shelves
Yes these were the sights of a man busy being unborn and sworn
Sworn in these skies that fire themselves for they are not right
But the right of the right keeps itself tight
And this construction outside this window is breaking fast
And the purring kitty is no longer belonging to the name of cat
Feast on the fear of remembrances of your former self
For those were always and seemed like much better times
But the bouncing Bob of the times were something I never quite got to know
Knowing to know there was never really anything to get to know
Knowledge that leads to the whirling machine of images
Illusions and false fancy fast formerly fattened fragrances
Titanic break through of a former self that I never did get to know
Too tough to tell what I needed to really say
So I better get on my way fast cause we all know
Were soon to be setting off to set sail
