hotblack

took a big trip with your old band
 to your home land
 for the wrong man
making big plans, for your own sake
hope they don't bend, hope they don't break
take a trip from a rodeo show
get a grip or your gonna get thrown.
take your aim when you take a shot for the man under you will,
take everything you got
take the pills that they give you mornings,
spit them out when they aren't looking
keep a smile but you burn it hot
its a mad mad world.

NiteSky

No one knows what it's like.
You and me, you and I.
Underneath, the night sky.
You and me, you and I.

I get lost, all the time.
they learn fast, nevermind.
You come to, I collide.
In the dark, by my side.

If you let her soul burn
She would come right back to you.

No one sees, what it's like.
You and me, you and I.
Now I go, never hide.
You and me, you and I.

This Love, Downfall?

Who are we to be emotional?
Who are we to play with hearts and throw away it all?
Oh, who are we to turn eachother's heads?
Who are we to find ourselves in other people's beds?
Oh, I don't like the way I never listen to myself
I feel like I'm on fire and I'm too shy to cry for help
Oh, I don't think you know me much at all

I'm feeling down about this love

Who are you to make me feel so good?
Who are we to tell ourselves that we're misunderstood?
Oh, who am I to say I'm always yours?
Who am I to choose the boy that everyone adores?
Oh, I don't see a reason why we can't just be apart
We're falling on each other like we're always in the dark
Oh, I don't think you know me much at all

This love is be and end all
This love will be your downfall
This love is not what you want
This heart will never be yours
This love is be and end all
This love will be your downfall.

Having a Coke with You

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Iruin Hendaye, Biarritz Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Garacia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a bettter happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt, partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when the right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portaits in the world except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as at home I never think of Nude Decending a Straircase or at rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank of for that matter Marino Marini when he didnt't pick the rider as carefully as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience which is not to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it.

Drops Of Jupiter

Now that he's back in the atmosphere, with drops of Jupiter in his hair
walks like summer, and talks like rain, reminds me that theres time to change
but since his return from the stay on the moon he listens like spring and he talks like june,
but tell me did you sail across the sun.
Did you make it too the milky way to see the lights all faded that heaven is over rated
and tell me did you fall for a shooting star, one without a permanent scar and did you miss while you were looking for yourself out there?
Now his back from that soul vacation tracing his way through the constellation,
he checks out Mozart while he does tae-bow reminds me that theres room to grow.
While now hes back in the atmosphere, I'm afriaid that he might think of me as a plane ol' jane told a story about a man who was too afraid to fly so he never did land.
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet, did you finally get a chance to dance along the light of day and head back to the milky way and tell me did venus blow your mind? was it everything you wanted to find and then did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there.
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken, your bestfriend always sticking up for you, even when I know you were wrong? can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance, five hour conversation, the best soy latte that you ever had and me? but tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet, did you finally get a chance to dance along the light of day and head back to the milky way, and tell me did you fall for a shooting star, one without a permanent scar and did you miss while you were looking for yourself out there?

dear diary

theres a tide in the affairs of men which taken at the flood leads on to fortune, but omitted in the verge in their life is bound in swallows and miserys on such a full sea are we now afloat and we must take the current when it serves or loose the ventures before us.

dear diary

I could'nt have been more wrong, I thought I could smile, and nod my way through it, pretent like it could all be okay, I had a plan I wanted to change who I was, create a life as someone new, someone without the past, without the pain, someone alive but its not that easy, the bad things stay with you, they follow you.. you can't escape them, as much as you want to. All you can do is be ready for the good so when it comes you invite it in, because you need it, I need it.