For Kasia
1/27/08
Take a chill pill, man!
We have some time left yet.
If we buckle up
And lock it down,
I bet we'll make it.
Nothing old sounds
The same anymore.
Even the same recordings
Have gone quiet and raspy,
Pipes and whistles in their sound.
Let's get a move on.
We'll bust it
All night long.
This is our time now.
The clocks have
All died now.
1/16/08
I'm drunk with the window open.
I'm treating the world
Like an ash tray.
I'm spinning in silence
And never moving.
These streams of red
Slip out in all directions.
Never beginning.
Never ending.
Only circling.
Only circling.
I've seen all this
From above and below.
It's overrated,
Just like everything else,
Except LaserTag.
Take a chill pill, man!
We have some time left yet.
If we buckle up
And lock it down,
I bet we'll make it.
Nothing old sounds
The same anymore.
Even the same recordings
Have gone quiet and raspy,
Pipes and whistles in their sound.
Let's get a move on.
We'll bust it
All night long.
This is our time now.
The clocks have
All died now.
1/16/08
I'm drunk with the window open.
I'm treating the world
Like an ash tray.
I'm spinning in silence
And never moving.
These streams of red
Slip out in all directions.
Never beginning.
Never ending.
Only circling.
Only circling.
I've seen all this
From above and below.
It's overrated,
Just like everything else,
Except LaserTag.