Monday, March 30, 2009

Dirty Talk.

You look so sexy suckin' on that cigarette
Today's my lucky day, I say, I'm gettin' my dick wet
You take a plume too deep and then you start to cough
I say hey babe swing by room real quick and suck me off.

So you drop my drawers down with your jaws
As you head drifts slowly south
It's not too long before something's wrong
Because even though I said I wouldn't do it
I made up my mind, thought awww man screw it
And came inside your mouth.

Twenty minutes go by, I look you in the eye
And ask "why are you still here?"
So you say "Guy, I won't say goodbye"
And you fulfill my greatest fear.

The next day the setting is a coffee shop
The lady workin' my table lets her guard drop
And so I spit out some lines and let some thoughts linger
She gets off shift, I down a fifth
And then she's wrapped around my finger.

Now I got both of you acting like I owe you
I don't know who said it but someone must've told you
Some misinformation because you've got this sensation
That we're together once we get to penetration.
You come, you go, you got a million different faces
With a million hearts to break, so you better face this
You're not a snowflake, you're just a rake
Open on the outside and easy to take
There ain't a guy out there that you would reject
And you want me to give you respect?
Respect is earned and you're too easy
Wearing a long skirt when you know it's too breezy,
Sleazy, cheesy, and too-eager-to-please-y,
So just fuck off I'm not out to collect.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Pilgrim Age.

I'd walk through hell without looking back
Just like I'd sail through whirlpools and sirens
All to get you on my ship in the cabin
But not if this is how you'll act
Sitting there, not engaging, in silence
Watching the rest of the world happen.
So you've got a choice to make
And no time to do it
You could be in for one wild ride
Or you could sit and let it pass you by.

Try breathing for one it'll do you some good
Then lift your spirits and move as you should
Through the crowd like a hot knife through butter
Even though I've got these burns I'm glad they're there
Because nothing else can quite remind my senses
Of your contour or your grip or the scent that you bear.
So if you're reading, just know that I'm sure
You'll never be mine but that's not a fact
It's just a damn depressing assumption I'm forced to endure.

Let's get fucked up on Saturday night
Kick off your shoes and watch the sunrise
So, for once, you'll have another pair of eyes
Admiring your gleam in the newborn sunlight

And, through it all, like a moth to the flame
Or a flock of errant sheep sent to the slaughter
I'll keep my trap shut about what my body tells me
Let you figure it out, or let my eyes do the talking
Because words simply fail me in the heat of the moment
And they're just words anyway
If you'd never read a book in English
Then you'd have no idea what I meant to say.

So here's going primal, emotions erupt
Won't let semantics get in my way
Slowly losing process no more flow
Until I make you scream words you've never heard before.
Rohm Dela Chirrit Gull Aroof Tince Mont
Durb Fah Hilleng Ballish Toot Carrum Tera Fass
Tuckta Bilta Charitch Beadew Won Katow
Heradd Jink Achoil Tun Gerridich Mealow.

Well you don't know it but I'd say it real slow
And you'd hear my intentions in some empty sounds
Because the way to talk with you isn't to know
It's about the way my words shoot off the ground.

So once you get this, give me a call,
I know I'll hear it in your voice
And if you don't, then I won't be appalled
I know that you'd get it if you gave yourself the choice.

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

The Wheel

I'm like a rat in a maze of circuits
Running around searching for whatever's new
And until the cheese runs out I'll stay here
Waiting for something better to do
Because I find myself just killing time
Then wishing I had it back
It's a stage of arrested development
I'd send it all away if I could find the nerve
There's no way forward without reprieve
We all will get what we deserve
And no more
But less? You bet.
It's just the way things work
This modern world seems so unforgiving
But as long as the clocks on the towers tick
And the Earth spins then it seems we're stuck here
So for better or worse I'll leave it at this
Eat your just desserts, they're just desserts
In the wake of all your thanksgiving.

Hold out for another sunrise
I can see the rays from here
And appreciate them in the light of day
Before they all disappear.
Because what you see isn't what's really there
It's an illusion, a trick, all a hoax
But it's all we can do to experience life
So look out and take in every sight
Because once it's out of your reach it's gone
For good

Don't let the fear of failure work you up
Or bring you down before the cards are turned
There's always an out that lies within doubt
That we're all afraid to admit
Because fear of failure pales to fear of success
That we're as strong as we think that we are
Because if that were true
Then what can a man do
With potential but no direction?
It's the ball on the chain
Strapped to the monkey on your back
That plays the music too loud at night
So you never get your rest
And he's beating the baby
With the screeching cat
Down the blackboard filled with white noise
Just like music to your ears.

Loosen up those reigns
You'll need them no more
Because where we're going
There's open valleys
And we'll sleep under the shade
In the woods of sycamore.

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When I was a young boy
I didn't have a care in the world
No stress, I'd just watch the earth unfold
From my swingset on the sunny side of the fence
But now that time's gone on
There's no time for play, only work and obligations
And I just can't take the rush of it all
'Cuz I spend my days idle and planning vacations
From life...

All that joy is gone, no more time to waste
Like a bittersweet pie that's been thrown in my face
But it's not my job to sit around and pick up the pieces.
So no matter how much I'd love to reminisce
I've got accounts to close at a time such as this
Once I punch out I'll be free to see you
But until then I've got too much work to do.

Somebody's got to put bread on the table
And if it wasn't me I'm sure she'd find someone else
Because nobody's time is spent for free
And devotion is null if you're devoted to yourself.
But I'm the cure, I'm secure, I come home
Every night to find you resting by the table
If I'm not alone, I won't leave or be irate,
So get up and pull your own weight for once,
If you're able.