and turning it into golden days instead of windows that closed while you were still musing what might be gleaned without notice cause every dog has it's day but that's usually dog kicking day and it's best to stay down boy, stay down and how low can you go well that's why they invented negative numbers, red and black and forgery which is just a minor cantrip of illusion and who doesn't love a good self deluding illusion that everyone can agree on top of the world must mean something or everything you did meant nothing in this is the end my only friend does your heart weigh more than the truth.
Monday, January 19, 2009
There's a world going on underground and a candle in the wind gets snuffed out pretty much, what else it gonna do, you need a miner's lamp for the serious Darktimes spelunking, debunking and rethunking you oughtta done last year but a stone sits a lot more than it rolls along, rolls up and becomes a paper weight on the manifestos of dreams that might be realized were it not for the whole nagging sensation that no shoulda been yes and maybes a hearty no and yes woulda been better off left unsaid altogethers but isn't that why every day is a whole new chance to mean well but repeat the same old things over and over and change is just a word to most people who don't have children in nappies but that's what it's really about, cleaning up what's waste
and turning it into golden days instead of windows that closed while you were still musing what might be gleaned without notice cause every dog has it's day but that's usually dog kicking day and it's best to stay down boy, stay down and how low can you go well that's why they invented negative numbers, red and black and forgery which is just a minor cantrip of illusion and who doesn't love a good self deluding illusion that everyone can agree on top of the world must mean something or everything you did meant nothing in this is the end my only friend does your heart weigh more than the truth.
and turning it into golden days instead of windows that closed while you were still musing what might be gleaned without notice cause every dog has it's day but that's usually dog kicking day and it's best to stay down boy, stay down and how low can you go well that's why they invented negative numbers, red and black and forgery which is just a minor cantrip of illusion and who doesn't love a good self deluding illusion that everyone can agree on top of the world must mean something or everything you did meant nothing in this is the end my only friend does your heart weigh more than the truth.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Every Good Day...
Starts with a Good Morning
Good morning
Who are you?
I woke up and saw you
I'm dreaming, still dreaming
My life is now about to have some meaning
Good morning
I'm thinking
I must have
Been drinking
And said something clever
It must have been the best line from me ever
Thank you, God, for something rare as this
What surely must have been a holy night of bliss
Gratitude for having thought of me
I know your time is tight, and yet you thought of me
Good morning
You woke up
Got dressed up
Hair messed up
While I fix you breakfast
I hope it's just your laugh that is infectious
Good morning
In sorrow
I know that
Tomorrow
You'll be with some winner
Who's richer, younger, maybe even thinner
Rubles in the bank and petrol in the tank of some Mercedes Benz
Who spends and spends and spends on booked up restaurants
A thousand phony fronts
But will he ever wish you a good morning?
Thank you, God, for something rare as this
What surely must have been a holy night of bliss
Gratitude for having thought of me
I know your time is tight, and yet you thought of me
And did I stumble have a fall,
Hit my head against a wall
At some point did we trade vows?
Are you just some high-priced service from uptown?
Good morning
Buon giorno
Ohayo,
Buenas dias
Hey, where you going?
Hey, where you going?
Does dasvedonya really mean good morning?
Please spare me derision
I'll do my rendition
A lengthy recital
Of every song with foolish in the title
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
I need you, I need you
Who are you
Good morning
Who are you?
I woke up and saw you
I'm dreaming, still dreaming
My life is now about to have some meaning
Good morning
I'm thinking
I must have
Been drinking
And said something clever
It must have been the best line from me ever
Thank you, God, for something rare as this
What surely must have been a holy night of bliss
Gratitude for having thought of me
I know your time is tight, and yet you thought of me
Good morning
You woke up
Got dressed up
Hair messed up
While I fix you breakfast
I hope it's just your laugh that is infectious
Good morning
In sorrow
I know that
Tomorrow
You'll be with some winner
Who's richer, younger, maybe even thinner
Rubles in the bank and petrol in the tank of some Mercedes Benz
Who spends and spends and spends on booked up restaurants
A thousand phony fronts
But will he ever wish you a good morning?
Thank you, God, for something rare as this
What surely must have been a holy night of bliss
Gratitude for having thought of me
I know your time is tight, and yet you thought of me
And did I stumble have a fall,
Hit my head against a wall
At some point did we trade vows?
Are you just some high-priced service from uptown?
Good morning
Buon giorno
Ohayo,
Buenas dias
Hey, where you going?
Hey, where you going?
Does dasvedonya really mean good morning?
Please spare me derision
I'll do my rendition
A lengthy recital
Of every song with foolish in the title
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
I need you, I need you
Who are you

