| Here is where I sigh. The flowers from the garden the sun coming in honey on my toast. The flowers from the garden on the windowsill honey on my toast tastes sweeter with company. On the windowsill light dances in spots and pieces. Tastes sweeter with company on Sunday afternoon. Light dances in spots and pieces. The Chinese man on the TV chops his onions on Sunday afternoon. This tofu in the frying pan. The Chinese man on TV chops his onions. The sun coming in there is tofu in the frying pan. Here is where I sigh. |
| A washed up has-been, with no name, just a number? You'll be just as unhappy as before. It's a sick circle we live in, just a bunch of people acting like they're better than everyone else, pretending they mean something, but they don't. After all, you didn't come from money, so you're nothing but trash. Yeah, that's how it goes. But it's not like I can change anything, not unless everyone else in the world tries to help too. But everyone is too damned lazy. Buying their brand named items, and making their bullshit speeches, no one has any time. Time Time is unlimited, time is precious time is the only thing we have. Well if you have the time for things, time enough to eat, time enough to sleep, time enough to dig the dirt out of the bottom of your shoes, Why can't you have enough time to help? Tell me that, you selfish, greedy, ignorant freak Freak. Isn't that word all too familiar? The muffled voices. The whispering. The insults, and finally the words. Words can hurt too. They can cause pain. So what if I am a freak? Am I punished for that too? Go ahead. Do whatever you want I don't care. Why should I? No one else does. And besides- You'll still be unhappy too. |
| "Give me your lips," you say. But lips mean so little, and My body means nothing. So I give it all to you. But lips mean so little, so How can I say it? So I give it all to you. My flesh, and no other thought in your head. How can you say it? And Why is it me? My flesh and no other thought in your head. All you see is my eyes, and my hair and my mouth And why is it me? You know there are others. All you see is my eyes, and my hair and my mouth Am I only a corpse to you now? You know there are others. And my body means nothing. Am I only a corpse to you now? "Give me your lips," you say. |
| A world where sun caresses your skin. Rain falls like dew on a peach. The grass feathers between your toes. Your bed, the white sand on water's edge. Rain falls like dew on a peach. Everything around you is lush green. Your bed, the white sand on water's edge. The walls are flowers, wild irises. Everything around you is lush green. The breeze whispers dewy softness. The walls are flowers, wild irises. Fruits, nuts, berries, at your fingertips, melt in your mouth. The breeze whispers dewy smells. The night sky, filled with stars that sparkle like flecks of silver. Fruits, nuts and berries, at your fingertips, melt in your mouth. A velvety white ball of fur rests in your lap, the bunny's innocence shields you from all sadness. The night sky, filled with stars that sparkle like flecks of silver. The grass is feathers between your toes, A velvety white ball of fur rests in your lap, the bunny's innocence shields you from all sadness. A world where sun caresses your skin. |
| We Are Free We are free, free. Can you find your boundaries? Can you see the end of the universe? Cut me wings; I can still fly. Can you find your boundaries? Tell me what you think about infinity. Cut my wings; I can still fly. I dare you to try and put me in a cage. Tell me what you think about infinity. Can't you picture something without end? I dare you to try and put me in a cage. The only cage I'll step in is my own. Can't you picture something without end? Eternity-forever beyond the bars. The only cage I'll step in is my own and even you can't put me there. Eternity-forever. Beyond the bars just one cell can be infinite, and even you can't put me there. Try and hobble me, I can still run. And maybe just one cell can be infinite. Can you find your boundaries? Try and hobble me, I can still run. And maybe we are free. Free? |
| The wind whispers in my ear Light fizzles into darkness Leaves whirl slowly to the ground Waves submerge into sand Light fizzles into darkness The unconsciousness takes hold Waves submerge into the sand Throughout my mind The unconsciousness takes hold My body sleeps Throughout my mind I find the missing My body sleeps The piece is filled I find the missing Thoughts come to a hold The piece is filled Leaves whirl slowly to the ground Thoughts come to a hold as The wind whispers in my ear |
| Ambient noise is wonderful. A welcomed distraction from a boring lecture, or a horrendous movie forced upon you in science class. Why is that person yelling? What is going on out there? My mind wanders free over the possibilities while my body sits, stranded in a chair. Ambient noise is wonderful. It hides your voice in a forest of sound as you talk about that teacher you just can't stand who is only ten feet away. |
| For Oona Among the Ruins of Palenque Name what pyramids you've climbed and I won't whine about November. You call collect for us. Make parrots cackle into the pay phone and I won't whine about November. Two bewildered foreign operators Like parrots cackle into the pay phone. I turn the flame down under dinner Too bewildered. Foreign operators Want to know do I accept you Oona. I turn the flame down under dinner: Blue and amber flicker. Want to know do I accept you Oona? A continent away with strangers in a battered van Blue and amber flicker Dusk and plumage against steep ruins A continent away with strangers in a battered van You call. Collect for us Dusk and plumage against steep ruins And I'll name what pyramids I've climbed. |