sinew
Beside every bed sits a vaporous form, ready to come alive at night, laying dormant in the day.
Who wants to hang out with a bunch of dead authors?
Lets go out together and make love to the daughters
Of all the policemen who stare us down
The far-sighted preachers who ignore the now.
Twice I saw morning within 24 hours
Three times I met Lazarus, whom the evening devours.
There are no units to count by (except those I invent)
And the kind used by my landlord to calculate rent,
So don't stand by a sign don't sit in a ditch
Don't crawl in a line
You're not going to be rich
This is some time like one in the past
You can give it a try but you'll never outlast
Well barnacled sea ship and sailor at mass
And new fangled kinship at which I'll make a pass
And words in seconds and moments in years
And cigarettes and sleep and a couple of beers
And leaves nothing more than a stain on a rug
Some sediment and backwash in the bottom of a jug
Feet leaving marks on dashboards of cars
Put me on the Moon, leave me in the Stars.
Dude, I love to ryhme.
Who wants to hang out with a bunch of dead authors?
Lets go out together and make love to the daughters
Of all the policemen who stare us down
The far-sighted preachers who ignore the now.
Twice I saw morning within 24 hours
Three times I met Lazarus, whom the evening devours.
There are no units to count by (except those I invent)
And the kind used by my landlord to calculate rent,
So don't stand by a sign don't sit in a ditch
Don't crawl in a line
You're not going to be rich
This is some time like one in the past
You can give it a try but you'll never outlast
Well barnacled sea ship and sailor at mass
And new fangled kinship at which I'll make a pass
And words in seconds and moments in years
And cigarettes and sleep and a couple of beers
And leaves nothing more than a stain on a rug
Some sediment and backwash in the bottom of a jug
Feet leaving marks on dashboards of cars
Put me on the Moon, leave me in the Stars.
Dude, I love to ryhme.