He was ignited in march
Rapid he starts to breathe 
The sky spit a star
Dripped down to Mosquito Beach
It was the year of the scar
And life was on dvd
It was state of the art 
But it gave you a nosebleed


White. Lines. 
Red. Liquid. 
Black. Eyes. 
Knife. Kitchen. 
Blood. Line.
Red. Liquid. 
Black. White. 
Light. Flickering. 

Cold out

Falling into the car 
Hands shaking violently
Leaving cigarette marks
On any and everything
We didn’t start
Left it up to the diocese
Built a house made of cards
No fucking warranty


White. Lines. 
Red. Liquid. 
Black. Eyes. 
Light. Missing. 
White. Wine. 
Red. Liquid. 
Black. Sky.
Night. Risen. 
Spite. Swine. 
Death. Religion. 
Trash. Crime. 
Television. 
Eyes. Wide. 
Repetition. 
That’s. Mine. 
My. Prison.

White, Red, Black

First time in a while; I came back
Across the crosswalk a light shines black
From the eye institute I where I met your dad
Honey Im losing my mind over that 

Watch the needle go inside
And just like the last time; I was right
A little picture of it in black on white
Then it hit - then I saw it in your eyes  

I can’t feel half my face 
I can promise a smile will take 
More than wind with the thrust of hurricanes
Giving in - giving up; nothings changed

Why can’t I tell you everything? 
Everything the sun wants us to see 
In a picture of it white on black
Honey I’m losing my mind over that 

Fight or flight or throw it all away
Light a cigarette and smoke it grey
Funny how shit can taste like gold these days
One of nine different lives that time will waste

First time in a while I fell down 
On my back I feel like I could drown
At the eye institute I find my face in clouds
Honey I’ve been losing my grip on the ground

1 of 9

Toll bridge where the waters calm
Shoal was split like an authors tongue
Following summer 
We were old and young
I was a runner
You were holding your heart over your arm

Rolling ridges greet the groggy sun
Cold wind in and out of lungs 
Seven world wonders 
I just know you’re one 
Whatever is under 
You will hold it down ‘til your moment comes 

Gold and silver I can offer none
Forgive me for the modest sum
Did you ever wonder 
Why I don’t have guns?
No one should suffer
In a world where you are holding my thumb

Thumb

This city never loved me back 
Hard times growing harder yet 
Fidgety fingers drawing up plans
Stop signs - where my god is at

It's got to get a whole hell of a lot worse
Before you can tell that it is not worth
Losing yourself over them
Percentages - fractions of a lifetime 
Quickly add up to a high crime
Losing your time to the wind

That's one of two things you'll never get back: time and innocence 

This city where I cut my teeth
Hard life living hardly
God willing? No, I don't believe 
It's not mine or where I want to be

It couldn't get a whole hell of a lot worse
This is to tell you that it's not worth
Losing yourself over them
Percentages - fractions of a lifetime 
Quickly add up to a high crime
Losing your time to the wind

And if time is something you never get back
I'm choosing where to spend

Hometown Loser

A pigeon pecks 
At the nape of my neck 
The sound of a second
Lasting a minute 

No-one said 
You have to care about it 
We can pretend 
When you forget about it

Every night 
I’m reminded of the why
Who what when where 
doesn’t  apply
A stupid stare
Glazing over the eyes
Making friends with chairs
Provoking flies

A pigeon shits 
On the palm of my hand 
A fellowship
I can understand

A radio hiss
A frequency band
A phone call missed
Said you had plans

Every night 
I’m reminded of the why
Who what when where 
doesn’t apply
A stupid stare
Glazing over the eyes
Making friends with chairs
Provoking flies

Learning My Legs

Dispossession in F

“Ferme tes yeux à demi, Croise tes bras sur ton sein, Et de ton cœur endormi Chasse à jamais tout dessein."

Daniel Johnston

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