When I am walking at night,
streetlights wash me in their glow.
I hear the voices of shadowed men,
what do they say in their whispered tongues. 
All of my thoughts are illusions,
dreams that never come to pass.
My time spent on this earth,
faint with no meaning like their words.

All these people moving 'round,
acting like they make no sound.
It pleases me to sit and stare,
there's just so much for me to bare.

There is a face at the top of the stairs,
and I think you might know what it looks like.
The voices are rising no longer a veil, 
no I can't trust myself here anymore.

Severed and spineless we draw to the sound,
marching like liquid to booming war machines.
From what I know it's nothing in between,
and I'm sure I don't believe in anything.

I don't believe,
I don't believe,
I don't believe in anything.

With every exploration of the unknown,
we draw closer to what is already known.
Seeking a truth that gives us meaning,
a false hope for a tiny beacon gleaming.

I don't believe,
I don't believe,
I don't believe in anything.

People are always wanting to be something more than themselves,
striving for money to buy big houses and nice shiny new cars.
We all wear disguises to hide ourselves from the truth ignored,
it's not surprising to find yourself unrecognizable in the mirror.

All the lights have gone out,
dawn is cusping on the horizon.
A slight breeze cools the sweat on my brow,
ignoring the emptyness again.
Often I think of my mother,
I'd rather not think at all.
Jump over the rail, drown in the river,
undo the source code that is life.

It's too much for my tired eyes,
to keep standing watching headlights fly.
The blade comes down in my fantasy,
and I can't see the face anymore.

I don't believe,
I don't believe,
I don't believe in anything.

No Meaning

Hurdy Gurdy Man

There is no time,
all I am is reduced to numbers.
Those staring eyes,
reflecting off the shine of headlights.
Flesh decays,
our minds preserved with self awareness.
No way we can avoid,
our fate for the ages.

Shall we rise from our graves, until we meet again.

Dreaming isn't sleep,
where do we draw the line to awake.
Life defined by survival,
what does it mean when we don't need to survive.
Am I a human being,
or simply fragmented intelligence.
If we are all one,
who's to say I'm really here at all.

Shall we rise from our graves, until we meet again.

And from the dirt, which we came, into the sea,
climbed onto land, built cities, took to the sky.
Into our hearts, into our minds, into the spiral,
unto the spiral from which we came.

Shall We Rise

She wakes at dawn, rests her hand on the stair rail,
white silk drapes are flowing, as the breeze pours in.
In the closet on the top shelf, the gun for her husband,
and for the infant cooing, she draws the bath water.

She'll be like the spiders,
lurking in the corners.
Dancing in the twilight,
bathed in her victim's blood.

She left quite the scene, her man's brains on the ceiling,
authorities could barely stomach, dead child swollen and blue.
She drives into the sunset, laughing her hair in the wind,
moonlight illuminates her face, scarlet smiles of teeth.

Be Like The Spiders

Staring out my window clutching a cigarette,
watching the birds fly through the air.
A man approaches me in a bowler hat,
his dark eyes staring back.
I just want want to feel young again,
he grins, we'll see what we can do about that.

Far away and through the mirror of time,
an old man was once a young boy, standing in the wheat fields.
For a second I started to laugh, rejoice at my pain,
one glimpse is all you get, he shook my hand and left.

staring out the windows with a beer in my hand,
watching the power lines sway back and forth.
A man approaches me in a black hood,
there's no eyes to stare back.
i just want to go back,
he grins, sorry nothing I can do about that.

%WHOLE

Gentle scraping, animals on the windowsill.
The fence cuts so deep, just enough to smile.
Waiting for birds to pick me open,
waiting for the sun to rot me away.
Save me from this life.

Dreams do putrify beyong my frame of mind.
Thrust one more time my sweltering Jesus.
Another tribe has fallen.
Another victim for the flies.
Save me from this life.

S.G.S.P.J.

Mammal Things Wrestling The Octopus (Thirteen Lives Lost So We Could Live In Divinity)

I took the time to gaze at the green washing over me
Several lights are flashing soon they’ll consume all of the
With a loud reverbing sound the waves are rippling
Watching traffic pass as the tress dance happily

Silhouettes are prancing, sewing up my thoughts
Anticipating the chime of the ticking clock
It’s all taking me away
It’s all taking me away

Ocean of grass, sailing in full bloom
Critters scurrying, ants itching on treebark
Holding up still, drowning into my tv
The hissing fades, when there’s no more left of me

Silhouettes are prancing, sewing up my thoughts
Anticipating the chime of the ticking clock
It’s all taking me away
It’s all taking me away


 


Plain Song

Quiet Life

You know what you got
when you bought 
the funky undertaker
The nastiest mammajamma
this side of the grave.

Discreet cuts of vivisection
Drifting clouds on his clothes
Just let the sound penetrate you
your thoughts becoming more cirrose

He’ll caress the groove
and for extra pay
He’ll embalm your funk 
to keep it from decay
It’s an understood rule
it got into him young
That you got to be cool
and the brass must run

JustJest