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Sunday, January 3, 2010

hmmmm..................................


Hang up the phone, the line is dead
The bitter lyrics yet unsaid
I sit alone inside your head
I breathe and tell myself I'm dead

Wind and wayward madness fell
I sinned, I sinned, take me to hell
But heck, I've tasted all the bliss
That's makes the music feel like this
That makes this pen run so dry
As I bite my cyanide
As stars bloom to blue outside
As darkness turns to bitter light
I stare up into empty space
I miss your bitter bliss, the taste,
Still lingers in my mouth, my head
Spins with all the songs I've read

I brush aside your hair in strands
I kiss away your pain, your hand,
Felt warm in mine, but now I'm bleak
Prufrock taught me not to speak
Upon your crucifix I'm slain
In ecstacy is all my pain
Burning out like a distant star
I'm halfway up to Valhalla

Can we soar on just one wing?
Can I find that silver ring?
Can you bring back just one day?
The raindrops, coffee, Hemmingway?
Metro rides, it's cold inside,
Hold me, hold me, till I'm dry

Mermaid, mermaid, sing to me
Of guitars, love and Vitamin C
Flowers made of iron wire
Wrath the blooms like blood and fire
Joy that rings like chords of life
Treachery cuts me like a knife

Afternoons on messy beds
Songs exploding in my head
Laughter ringing true and false
Silence walking down your halls

Rooftops drizzling with your song
The chords I'm playing sound so wrong
Lightening flickering stark and strong
Your softly parted lips in song

Broken clouds of bitter grey
Light at the end of a rainy day
Drizzling drops on puddles rain
Slowly drying tear-drop-stains

The fickle words of foolish bards
Fate is written on the cards
The Queen of Hearts and curving smiles
Bitter breath of would-be guile
I look straight through warm facades
On shattered glass your beauty marr'd

Staind, grained, the old pictures
Are these thoughts, or lying words?
Can I sing of all that's there?
Can I twirl your pretty hair?
Do I dare to eat a peach?
How deep inside me did you reach?
Can you see the dark inside?
When heaven breaks, where will you hide?

For God knows there is no one there
No one with whom you can share
When sex and cigarettes are dry
When there's no sorrow left to cry
When you've been stabbed and turned to dust
When all those flowers turn to rust
You wingless fall from out the stars
You cut yourself to see the scars
And voices scream inside your head
And all those lyrics that you've read
The dangling conversations, break
And stars like horse hairs loosely shake
Tears are flooding through the door
Your fingers slipping on the chords -

- All saying just ONE frightful thing
You're all alone, and though you sing
Of everlasting love and joy
You are but hedonism's toy

Alone, the woods are dark and deep
Alone, the path is far too steep
Alone, the Listeners laugh at you
Alone, the misty street lamp dew

The leaves of autumn turn to frost
Your picture turns to auburn rust

Hang up the phone, the song is dead
And all the cliche'd lyrics read
I sit alone inside your head
Breathing though in truth I'm dead

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