"When the Circus Comes"gabbroFebruary 27 2005, 20:46:58 UTC
When the circus comes be sure to check it out If you wanna follow it get a job and move around
Just because they hired you doesn't mean you have to stay just because you thought you were fired doesn't mean you have to leave If you want to be ringleader learn to tame the lion If you want to be ringleader learn to breathe fire The cities are fine but you'll never stay long putting up the fences tearing them down Excuse the poets for they often digress Excuse yourself when you leave things a mess the poets may never clean up their acts but in time you must return to things left unsaid in time you must clean up that which has been unchecked Your time is for granted, your time is for sure no one will interrupt you now that you're alone but don't ever think that you're really alone don't ever be afraid not to be alone don't think their isn't still comfort outside of that comfort zone starving, half-mad fired in the ovens cold stone sets into ivory, green and gold and as the colors blend together 'neath the cover of March night a sad, somber parallel this time of the year, just a year ago a similar sight slender cupboards full of cups and plates balanced and unused stacked full to the brim capped and hollow, fired into shaped: unmoving, brittle just relics to fill the space where mind would wonder and bleary-eyed weariness would soon creep in the poets digress to forget such things... three-boobed ladies and men with eleven toes creep across the stage of the tired freak show mind them your weariness for it is all they have known mind them forgiveness it is mercy you should show
and if the steps to your abode prove wicked and mean and the thaw of aloneness begs for a friend spring your time is preserved for ever out there he's waiting like a child just down the stairs he's expecting nothing just feeling so strange that his best friend if nothing else is now just another strange face in a strange place in a world wind-blown Wants only simple things, a wolverine cabin some skis and boots and a couple quick lessons is not interested in push coming to shove and abrupt, forced transition nor the death of intimacy nor the loss of a friend nor sitting alone at night and so close with the wide seas screaming and laughing mad faces pulling at the shades and time crumbling as the vacant city falls before our faces...
There are certain rules that one must follow we broke them together and separately but we learned and we were fucking honest that's a lot more to say than a lot of the world but for a couple of ringleaders you'd think they could do better. "Life is very short, and there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend..." and takes his own advice, rhymes with his last line and remembers that for you too, girl, "don't take shit from nobody."
good bye's not so good a word, and I couldn't tell you why I said it, but I had to say somethin'. "See you around," I've heard that before and I don't think I like that one much better. I don't really care who reads this, cause they don't know nothing. I'm cancelling this account I created so that I don't come back here anymore. Biding time, abiding, like the Dude. Sooner or later, one of us is going to come up or go down, though, and someone will have to smile, and someone will have to laugh and we may not be what we were, but I don't think I give a fuck about the past. Especially when it comes to my best friends.
be sure to check it out
If you wanna follow it
get a job and move around
Just because they hired you
doesn't mean you have to stay
just because you thought you were fired
doesn't mean you have to leave
If you want to be ringleader
learn to tame the lion
If you want to be ringleader
learn to breathe fire
The cities are fine
but you'll never stay long
putting up the fences
tearing them down
Excuse the poets for they often digress
Excuse yourself when you leave things a mess
the poets may never clean up their acts
but in time you must return to things left unsaid
in time you must clean up that which has been unchecked
Your time is for granted, your time is for sure
no one will interrupt you now that you're alone
but don't ever think that you're really alone
don't ever be afraid not to be alone
don't think their isn't still comfort outside of that comfort zone
starving, half-mad fired in the ovens cold
stone sets into ivory, green and gold
and as the colors blend together 'neath the cover of March night
a sad, somber parallel this time of the year, just a year ago
a similar sight
slender cupboards full of cups and plates
balanced and unused stacked full to the brim
capped and hollow, fired into shaped: unmoving, brittle
just relics to fill the space
where mind would wonder and bleary-eyed weariness would soon creep
in
the poets digress to forget such things...
three-boobed ladies and men with eleven toes
creep across the stage of the tired freak show
mind them your weariness for it is all they have known
mind them forgiveness it is mercy you should show
and if the steps to your abode prove wicked and mean
and the thaw of aloneness begs for a friend spring
your time is preserved for ever out there
he's waiting like a child just down the stairs
he's expecting nothing just feeling so strange
that his best friend if nothing else is now just another
strange face in a strange place in a world wind-blown
Wants only simple things, a wolverine cabin
some skis and boots and a couple quick lessons
is not interested in push coming to shove
and abrupt, forced transition
nor the death of intimacy nor the loss of a friend nor sitting
alone at night and so close with the wide seas screaming and
laughing mad faces pulling at the shades and time crumbling as the
vacant city falls before our faces...
There are certain rules that one must follow
we broke them together and separately
but we learned and we were fucking honest
that's a lot more to say than a lot of the world
but for a couple of ringleaders
you'd think they could do better.
"Life is very short, and there's no time for fussing and fighting
my friend..."
and takes his own advice, rhymes with his last line and
remembers that for you too, girl, "don't take shit from nobody."
good bye's not so good a word, and I couldn't tell you why I said
it, but I had to say somethin'. "See you around," I've heard that
before and I don't think I like that one much better. I don't
really care who reads this, cause they don't know nothing. I'm
cancelling this account I created so that I don't come back here
anymore. Biding time, abiding, like the Dude. Sooner or later,
one of us is going to come
up or go down, though, and someone will have to smile, and someone
will have to laugh and we may not be what we were, but I don't
think I give a fuck about the past. Especially when it comes to
my best friends.
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