disappearing in to an undifferentiated world of anonimity
the inadequecy of the earlier pseudo-stoicism - what seemed then like composure, was after all only a pause.
i'm emmitting sighs equivalent to the wavelengths of this night.
the summer storm hit the pavement
and the lights became disfigured
oh, familiarity familiarity
flashback to sleeping sharades
finding solace in space
these sheets were my only source of comfort
it's this town
it is all the people.. or most of them
it is the awkward glances at a local video store
it is the inconsistencies of moods
it is valedictorians in international conspiracies
i ponder the configuration of molecules in the walls. i meditate upon the nature of matter, a prevalence of void within the whirling electron rodeo. i try to vibrate between the pockets of quanta, phasing at precisely the opposite wavelength, so that eventually i will exist in between the pulses, and matter will become wholly permeable.
someday, i will walk right throught these walls.
but there is my well
my unfathomable escape
there are boys
boys with their tattooed arms around me
cowboy killers and half drunken kisses
there are movie heartthrobs that once were
eyes so vibrant, even in black and white
there is nature and soft wind
there is a full moon and the kiss underneath it
when you see me, do i remind you of a francis bacon painting?
i'm emmitting sighs equivalent to the wavelengths of this night.
the summer storm hit the pavement
and the lights became disfigured
oh, familiarity familiarity
flashback to sleeping sharades
finding solace in space
these sheets were my only source of comfort
it's this town
it is all the people.. or most of them
it is the awkward glances at a local video store
it is the inconsistencies of moods
it is valedictorians in international conspiracies
i ponder the configuration of molecules in the walls. i meditate upon the nature of matter, a prevalence of void within the whirling electron rodeo. i try to vibrate between the pockets of quanta, phasing at precisely the opposite wavelength, so that eventually i will exist in between the pulses, and matter will become wholly permeable.
someday, i will walk right throught these walls.
but there is my well
my unfathomable escape
there are boys
boys with their tattooed arms around me
cowboy killers and half drunken kisses
there are movie heartthrobs that once were
eyes so vibrant, even in black and white
there is nature and soft wind
there is a full moon and the kiss underneath it
when you see me, do i remind you of a francis bacon painting?