A little blues remix

[eggmen]

Their Faces are Gone

Inevitably
you sight
and write,
write...
Right!
And in your
self you go
a little crazy...
you touch
what they
thought you
would learn
to deal with.
You write
to yourself
and talk
to yourself
and yourselves
and the voices
of past yous.
To the perspective
and personalities
he persuasions of
the past become
those of reality
in the presence
of the present.

Do you not
find it unusual
that they give
you pen
and paper
and tell you
to type
and write your
minds words
and mouths
voice
upon the page.

Insanity, doubt,
and out right fear
blur and make unclear,
but scare me
enough to try
and know
what I write
when I write
it and let it
write itself
from there
on out.

Do you not
find it unusual
that they give
you pen
and paper
and tell you
to type
and write your
minds words
and mouths
voice
upon the page.

So my mind is
well documented
and waiting
to be confiscated,
lessons
to be learned
but without
traces easily burned
yes it is true
I am deep blue
a computer unfathomable
mouth straight out of babble
cus rabble rabble is just my styal

Do you not
find it unusual
that they give
you pen
and paper
and tell you
to type
and write your
minds words
and mouths
voice
upon the page.

Try to stay with me
and I'll space you
you and your four
fingered crews
since this ain't a race
and you and you
are far too few.
Cause this is a fight
and I'm stingy
and witty
and know what
I should not
it's just what I knew
and you did not.
That we are similar
but we hope each
other die and rot.

So play those
blues
and spin
this mind DJ
give me some
horns
and a voice
you shall
have with
words
so fine
your ears
will believe
they can taste wine.
If yours don't ring try mine.

-refle repre