You know right now I’m angry,
I’m broke, and I am fighting every day.
What I’m fighting for I do so happily,
Like food, family, and another day to play.
Fifty years now from I’ll still be angry,
With what I’m too young to know,
Hope it’s not still for love and anarchy,
Just for love and nice little place to go.
When I’m feeling down, like underground,
When not one of my friends can be found.
Somewhere I can still smoke and drink,
Without worrying what you fuckers think.
You know right now I’m lost,
I’m confused and wander all about,
Finding hypocrisy to accost,
Tinnitus silent as I shout.
I shout about how stupid I am,
And shout about more stupid things,
I drink and shout about Uncle Sam,
I even shout when I try to sing.
About how you used to look at me,
And how it’d make me so fucking happy,
But I can hardly see those eyes now,
Goddamn I just don’t know how.
I don’t know how to take care of myself,
I don’t know why I suck so much,
But I’m sick of worrying about all my health,
Using my tragedy as a crutch.
I wish I had the words to say,
Oh god I wish I even had a syllable,
That I don’t give a fuck anyway,
About being comfortable.
Oh god, oh god, good golly you son of a bitch,
I’m ill, so ill, god damn I’m fucking sick,
Why me, why me, why’m I such a dick,
God damn, god damn, who’s got the upperhand?
Why can’t I know who knows who knows just who I am?
Pity I, the eternally transient
Shrill ears all but ambient
Dormant, embers calmed in me
Silent save for solemn soliloquy
Sleep a burden as I dream and fold
Fray so young, ambition’s grow old
Perpetual, monotonous, pedantic as this
Am I so helpless to curiosity’s kiss
A heart so brazen in a man this meek
Existential lust that burns in my cheek
My smile masticates all verity
Woe, my fault, for you not knowing me
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fuck any country that spends more on inmates and incarceration than students and education
dropping the dime in no time but promoting a future of crime
illiterate bastards black white and latino getting bred for bars
fifty grand for every inmate in chino and double on a cop car
kids spending half their life in prison for smoking some weed
losing their years watching murderers and rapists being freed
i’m not for it or how we ignore it i’m sick of this shit like i abhor it
it’s glorified genocide taking young lives from family like omar gadhafi
you with me? you’d better be and ready to participate in some anarchy
pipe bombs and bike chains pull back on the reins so you think that’s insane
look inside your brain go against the grain train yourself to abstain
from the man’s bullshit social accessorizing and being fit to the system
look for your fellow man for a helping hand and figured you just missed them
the greatest friend won’t let it end and again and again they
will stop you before you trade your molotovs for shopping malls
your heart races as you get the call you dropped the ball now
downtown’s just getting built to fall like dominoes like dodos corporate komodos
one bite and you’re loco dying and paranoid being followed by demons
right now you’re hot cocoa burning and sweating like el nino in Acapulco
met a man who called me trash i said i don’t mean to be crass but
thanks to your bourgeoisie family you’ll get paid and get made
into a stunning man with a perfect shave and be so well behaved
making sure to skim off the top whenever the roads get paved
using cash you saved by cutting school funding to pay for tax breaks you gave
to people who crave nothing more than the destruction of the american dream
and i pity a future where no city can suture the rips in our american flag
because no one remembers how to sew or to stitch and never had to drag
their asses to work a twelve hour day people with too many bills to pay
who digressed from comfort for equality and those hurt by commodity
the broken but strong who’s long faces have longed for some kind of hope
who may never have found it but kept working around it hoping to cope
saving up on the side for whatever might hide how truly terrible life can be
but you can trust me it must be better now than it would be without
i’d rather be who i am right now with no hope anyhow than be anyone else at all
because the people will rise and when we rise we’ll watch the mighty fall
Wear your sorrow on your shoulder like you’re some kind of soldier well you’re not, you’re just one more fucking kid who can’t make himself fit into a life you’ve helped create. Oh you’ve moved away and ain’t life great now you’d wish that you’d stayed, with people you love in that fascist fucked to death run down midwest town.
So you’ve got it rough well don’t we all but don’t shit yourself every time that you fall - you’re only making things worse we can’t even converse you just rumble like a hearse, is that what you wanna be?
I suppose, that’s it’s just too much to ask,
Y’I suppose, that I’m just being selfish.
But I know that nothing in this world’s gonna last,
And companionship’s my only wish.
A gentle correspondence when I’m away,
And a love like a mountain when I’m not.
Millions of years could make it so gray,
But those millions of years sure could love a lot.
When we are old and our body’s are but a hill,
It’s been twenty longs years since I was nothing,
Yeah twenty long years.
And now I’m sitting here, may as well be nothing,
Yeah I could just disappear, oh disappear.
Without a woman’s lovin’ I am just too scared,
Yeah far too scared.
To wake up in the morning and breath this air,
Knowing I ain’t nothin’ without a woman so fair.
You can keep your Bible you can keep it all,
I know I’ll walk as tall,
With a sweet little lady on my arms we’ll walk,
Close together through the leaves of fall.
I’m no part of any group or affiliations,
No I’m but a liaison.
Accompanying women to the realization,
That to love is life, sans reparations.
So I suppose I’ll pack it up, then head out,
That’s what it’s all about.
Going from city to city conquering doubts,
Find the secrets of life with which I will shout.
My only longing is comfort, to hold and be held,
That’s my heaven, this my hell.
Loneliness dwelling in the cracks on the bucket,
Spilling ambition right back into the well, oh well.
Till I find a woman I’ll keep on saying fuck it,
So if you find une belle fille please, do tell.
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My death, however ineluctable, isn’t what ails me;
I will welcome each day and its possibilities.
My trepidation doesn’t lie in my passing’s details,
But living without elation, and all that entails.
I’ve lead a life that only a specific few could admire,
A smile on my face in the face of all that is dire.
I don’t believe in god, man, law, or anarchy;
But find hope in love and love in our frailty.
If a red string leads the path toward a lover,
How long until we will find one another?
I’ll spend my whole life searching and saying,
“She is my religion, and this journey my praying.”
But if perchance the Moirai should ignore my plea,
I will surely find myself in nihilism or apathy.
A man is only old when he finds reason to hate,
And how I keep telling my self I’ll never relate.
I swear that I’ll find something to believe in,
Sincere as an abandoned house or small wedding.
But when I die will I be buried and forgotten,
If I live for myself and treat friends only rotten.
If I let the worst get all the best of what is me,
I will have no reason for forgiveness or empathy.
If everyone knows the feeling then I’ve no excuse,
If I’m not seeking it salvation’s truly no use.
What will be my reward, my perfect white dove?
Knowing I’ve done all for those who I’ve loved,
And being able to give them a love with worth.
Where is my heaven, my perpetual mirth?
Any Autumn day I’ve spent, wandering alone,
Down avenues I’ll lose while I’m getting stoned.
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winter came and planted seeds of dissatisfaction in my soul
their dormancy undone by the summer sun and they’re growing
roots crawling ‘round my heart and scratching me as i breathe
little leaves unfolding the layers in my skin are showing
the heat is pouring sweat to nourish and nurture them
and i can’t commit to their life without actually knowing
just where the hell the winds will carry them off too
people are noticing the longing that’s grown over my eyes
people are telling me that they don’t like where i am going
well people telling me anything should know that i’m just fine
doing what i’m doing and doing it all on my own time
my husk is cracking now and i’m losing all control
of where or when i will see the fruits of all this time spent
cultivating this unknown strain of unadulterated curiosity
oh my god and just where has all of my time went?
will my crop bring me fortune or will i starve and die?
will what i bring to the table poison all my loved ones?
will i find my truths or just keeping telling myself these lies?
people are noticing the dark spots growing under my eyes
people are telling me that they’ve been where i am going
well people telling me anything should known then i am fine
doing what you’ve done but doing it in a way purely mine
these achenes are crawling towards the sky now
leaving behind ties and bridges and patched farms
my soul will be dispersed and grow where i will pace
thinking about a better time and forgetting my old face
i will burn down all that crawls between my branches
knowing i will forever be in the roots that will take place
in the roots that will take place
my soul will live on in all the roots that will take place
i drove you home that night on your twenty-first birthday,
drunk in my passenger’s seat and i swallowed the words i’d say;
you’re still with him and it’s not my place but he is undeserving,
no woman should be with a man if he’s so unaware of her hurting.
and no friend of mine should ever think that no one’s got your back,
i’ve set my terms with the world and she’ll help me pick up the slack.
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You know I’m like a vampire, and I only snack on addicts,
Steal their N64 and throw a Mario Party in their attics.
I wait until they get fucked up and play sneaky tricks,
Like hiding their stash and drawing mustaches on their lips.
But I’m also like a robot blowing smoke ‘ones’ and ‘zeroes’,
Moving music to my buddies using my pirated Nero.
Translating things to English for them like “Yo quiero-“
(Taco Bell)
Oh and the Robot and Robo boogie are all I know.
Sometimes I’m a fucking wizard like Gandalf the Green,
A confused concoction of the clean, obscene, and unseen,
If you really know me I think you know what I mean,
Like how I feel when I’m high listening to “Tangerine.”
I am also a turtle in the sense that I like to hide away,
Hoping for a turtle friend with who I could spend my rainy days.
Spending days inside shell hoping the world will go away,
Killing time and staying safe from the worst of animate clay.
But right now I’m just myself be it for better or for worse,
Enjoying my days and not worry about nurses or hearses,
I’m biding my time smoking and writing interspersed,
Ready to conquer the world and this entire universe.
Right now I’m drunk again in in your passenger’s seat,
Telling you I loved you but that we shouldn’t ever speak,
Puking on the sidewalks and all I can hear is your name,
I’m cursing the streetlights and yelling in vein.
There’re wars being waged against all things,
We glorify it and our heart swells as bells ring,
The red white and blue fanning the flames,
An army of people with numbers not names.
There’s a war against about what I sing,
Because the man’s scared of what knowledge brings,
But we the people are done with this game,
My lyrics aren’t written to kill but to maim.
Because unlike the people that seek to control,
I don’t believe anyone has the right to take life,
It’s not their place and you know it’s not mine,
Yet I wield this cheap mic like a knife.
Your ideas aren’t worth the time it took to lie,
About all the people that you knew would surely die,
In the wars you’ve been waging against us,
Casualties of mothers and fathers and trust.
I don’t know what person could possess the quality,
To be so self empowered they think they can control me,
But I’ll gladly spend my entire life as one big debate,
Affirmatively asserting you cannot assert your hate.
I don’t know how we’ve grown so deep in apathy,
Towards the people that control what we can breathe,
But I think it’s due time and I hope you agree,
That it’s time to teach our politicians about democracy.
Not special interests or wrongfully lauded rhetoric,
Not ignorant speeches and a surplus of big sticks,
Not foreign oil and sending our kids off to war,
And not cushioning the rich’s fall with our poor.
No I want to teach them about what life is like,
To the broke black kid caught stealing his first bike,
How every working stiff feels when his home is taken,
And how it feels to get handcuffed for waking and baking.
my dearest friend,
what has this world done to you?
we’ll find an end,
we’ll find and do just what we need to do.
the time is here,
you’ve got to let yourself let go.
and i am near,
you’re not a soloist this show.
my curious girl,
why let his habits leave you bare?
your heart a pearl,
and you know that he’s unaware.
pulls you apart,
and your cracking at the seams,
it’s just a start,
but don’t give free what gleams.
you weary soul,
what’s keeping you from light?
you’re not whole,
your wisps they crawl into the night.
grasping for more,
some sort of shining sign,
under it a door,
inside a way to pass the time.
but i am here,
to help you find your way back home,
so have no fear,
because you don’t have to travel alone.
not anymore,
no more restless nights here out,
so open that door,
and let us find eachother out.
you see i’ve this philosophy that all should live comfortably,
in a home with their loved ones yeah that sounds good to me.
if i could i would make god damn sure that all people are just fine,
because life is hard and everyone needs a safe place to unwind.
every body needs a home to grow up and grow old in,
every one needs a place to relax with their friends in,
be it a castle or a hovel or a cave savor it the same,
all will bid you welcome to know happiness by name.
i do truly believe i’m dreaming here but i always will,
because i want a house with you and kids upon a hill,
a small stone well always full and orchards up and down the road,
we’ll have horses but no roads because we’ve got nowhere to go.
i want a place to call my own to think my dreams over,
a beautiful dog at my side and a yellow bird on the feeder,
you’ll bring me my tea in a kitchen with all yellow walls,
and i’ll carry you to our bedroom through pictured halls.
every body needs a home to grow up and grow old in,
every one needs a place to relax with their friends in,
be it a castle or a hovel or a cave savor it the same,
all will bid you welcome to know happiness by name.
you know right now i’m sitting at home all alone,
contemplating life, love, and getting stoned,
all the while you’re out there and i don’t know why,
but i think you’re also thinking while you’re high.
there’s a little place cozy in the back of my mind,
that’s always looking for these little signs,
i haven’t found you but i’ve got the time,
yeah i won’t rest until you are mine.
yeah i won’t rest until you are mine.
When the sun comes rising and rolling down the hills,
It’ll surely soak up the cracks in the window sills,
And I’ll see you darling in your pretty summer dress,
I’ll say you’re beautiful but you just say I look a mess.
You’re tip-toeing in your bare feet to reach a small red apple,
Humming a sweet soft melody like it ain’t no hassle,
Don’t need a thing to make you feel peachy as can be,
Because karma sure rewards you for putting up with me.
But I make you happy,
I make you breakfast and desert,
I know it’s sappy,
But when I’m with you I’m without hurt.
And I make you happy,
With little letters on the kitchen counter,
I know it’s crazy,
But when I’m with you I’m without hurt.
When the dog runs in to scare our tabby cat,
I’ll be there to settle him down for you,
And when you’re feeling down I’ll do what I do,
Love you like you love me and we’ll talk things through.
Sitting by the fireplace with you lying on my lap,
The sun’s to blame for your accidental nap,
But I don’t mind you keeping me right there,
Under a beautiful girl with a halo of hair.
Because you make me happy,
You make me breakfast and desert,
I know it’s sappy,
But when I’m with you I’m without hurt.
And you make me happy,
With lipstick messages on the mirror,
I know it’s crazy,
But there’s no pain when you’re near.
You don’t know me but you know you can relate,
To the ebb of my love and waves of my hate.
The crashing of moods like stock car racers,
I guess it’s something to talk about later-
When we’re all at somebody’s house,
Chasing romance like cat and mouse.
All the glances in any eager direction,
For another stranger’s casual inspection.
Well I don’t know what you want to do,
And you don’t know what I want to do,
But we can both agree that it’s with you,
Just us and our insecure ambitions, too.
So before we head back to our homes,
To recount the day in our beds, alone,
I want to make in complete certainty,
That in the morning you’ll be calling me.
So excuse my st-stuttering, oh please,
There seems to be a gap in my verbal expertise,
Pulled apart by your eyes with such seeming ease,
And although there’s a slight knocking at my knees,
I want you to know that this is the pinnacle of my,
Confidence when I say, let’s go find a place,
I want to know the emotions that mold your face,
I want to sample the spectrum of your worldly tastes,
I need to bide some time until I find the words to say,
Fuck all of our plans I just want to stay,
Here in this moonlit field, with these curious stars,
Where crops will yield, sustenance into my car,
Where your eyes will meet mine,
And only just in time to see mine shy away,
And we’ll both be looking for signs anyway,
Not a stop but hopefully a children at play,
And on the swings our dreams will create,
On pavement created by our clean slates,
I will propose to you in the most hasty of ways,
That we continue our first date to the rest of our days.
Well I don’t know what you want to do,
And you don’t know what I want to do,
But we can both agree that it’s with you,
Just us and our insecure ambitions, too.
So before we head back to our homes,
To recount the day in our beds, alone,
I want to make in complete certainty,
That in the morning you’ll be calling me.
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