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"The Night Before Christmas"

"The Night Before Christmas"


'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
 
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"The Vanishing Act"

"The Vanishing Act"


Were you surprised that we never spoke?
That in the still of the night, when nothing stirs
I woke and I gathered up some clothes
I never planned on this but it's the way it goes
And now it all seems too familiar like pages turned on calendars
We get the same twelve months to fuck things up, year after year
And I can't believe how down I am like a well I'm being lowered in
Now water stops, the bucket drops us farther and farther down
Farther and farther down

Well I guess that you never knew me
Or at least not well enough

So I fill my gut with dark red wine
Until my brain shuts off and my eyes go blind
You won't see me there in that thick black air
Yeah, I'll finally make something disappear

Because I've been practicing disappearing
And I think that I've got it down

Now there is no sun, just a cellar
Nowhere is sky, just that black, black dirt
Now there is no sun, it's just a cellar
Nowhere is sky, just that black, black
Black, black dirt

Expanding outwards, just echoes for answers
Not that it matters, it's back or it's forwards
Unhappy lovers with baskets of flowers
Use them as markers
The place where your bed once stood
A time when it still felt good

But you'll get that feeling back
Yeah, you just need some time to think
And to add up the hell, get it straight in your mind
But to calculate cost, that may take some time
But I'm sure you'll get to feeling better
Yeah, I just need some time to drink

So I'll fill my gut with that blood red wine
Until my insides swim and my veins unwind
I'll be lying there in that hot white air
Once that something's gone, it might never reappear
It might never reappear
It might never reappear
It might never reappear
 
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"Theme From Pinata"

"Theme From Pinata"


I wish I had a parachute cuz I'm falling bad for you
And I can see the ground approaching now
But I'm not sure what to do
I feel like a pinata once you take a swing at me
If you could just crack the shell open
I think inside you would find something sweet.

And I hear you like a hunter now, your footsteps in the leaves
And I would gladly leave my hiding place
So I'm hoping to be seen.
So let your arrow fly
And see I'm well within your aim
And lay your traps for a thousand miles
And please don't let me escape.

Winter came to Omaha and left us looking like a bride
A million perfect snowflakes now
And no two are alike
And so it's hard for me imagining flaws in this design
I know debris, it covers everything
But still I am in love with this life.
 
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"Time Code"

"Time Code"


Death
Data entry
Ant hill law
Encoded arc our common cause
Drink liquid clocks 'til I see God
Crystal display
Can't turn it off
Shh...shh...shhhh
Don't talk
Don't talk
 
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"Touch"

"Touch"


Touch, lying on the floor
Wishing this could last
But knowing that it can't
And soon you will leave
And I will be on the floor,
Watching the tv, trying hard to find a reason to move
I'm frozen in one place, staring at the screen
Listening to the rain falling on the street
Some days go on too long
And no one can hang out tonight
Here, where the carpet is cool and soft,
Underneath the clock I feel my weary heart is put to rest
You gather around your friends
The connection that you feel when the night has not yet died
You are new with a promise of a love
You will probably never find
And touch that you can really feel
The brokenness inside as hope and less collide
Now nothing is real
(you are new and near now to someone you used to love
When you were young; when all was gold and you two touched
And felt the flutter underneath your skin. you stood in glowing rooms,
The light dripping from both of you.
And nothing since has felt as radiant or real.)
And there is nothing more I want than just one night
That's free of doubt and sadness
One night that I can really feel.
 
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"Tourist Trap"

"Tourist Trap"


It's not the road we used to know,
they tore some buildings down.
The traffic's like a pack of dogs.
There's fewer trees, windows, fleas,
concrete on the lawn.
There's people here, but you are gone.
And I'm fine, still swimming through time.
Afraid some days I've reached the shore.
Make yourself free, a man said that to me.
Now my heart is like an open door.
And the road finally gave me back
but I don't think I'll unpack
'Cause I'm not sure if I live here anymore.
It's not my weight that makes me faint.
for the sugar in my blood.
But the way these strangers stand so close.
They say my name, like a guessing game.
"Is that really you?"
No, I don't think it ever was.
In the spring,
when the world's turning green,
I only think about the fall,
or the frets on the board
a progression of chords.
Oh how I want this to resolve.
And the road finally gave me back,
but I don't think I'll unpack.
'Cause I'm not sure if I live here anymore.
Now the road finally gave me back,
but I don't think I'll unpack.
'Cause I'm not sure If I live here,
no, I'm not sure if I live here anymore.
I'm not sure if I live here anymore
 
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"Train Under Water"

"Train Under Water"


You were born inside of a raindrop
I watched you falling to your death
And the sun, well she could not save you
She'd fallen down too, now the streets are wet

Body of water
Toxic and timeless
Atlantic ocean
New York skyline
I always get lost
When I leave the village
So I couldn't come meet you
In Brooklyn last night

But I sing glory from my lowest
And I will say peace to the people I meet
While the world waits for an explosion
That instant of life
That wipes the slate clean

So don't be fooled
No don't get lied to
Love was always cruel

And don't act strange
Don't be a stranger
It happened to me, now it's happening to you

But if you take that train under water then we could talk it through

Well if I could tame
All of my desires
Wait out the weather that howls in my brain
Because it seems
That it's always changing
The winds indecision
The sorrowful rain

Yeah, I was a postcard
I was a record
I was a camera
Until I went blind

And now I'm riding
All over this island
Looking for something
To open my eyes

But I still sing glory from my high rise
And I will say thanks if you're pouring my drinks
While the world waits for an explosion
That moment in time, when we'll be set free

So don't stay mad
Just let some time pass
And in the morning you'll wake feeling new

And if I don't come back
I mean if I get side tracked
It's only cause I wanted to

I'm keeping up with the moon on an all night avenue
 
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"Trees Get Wheeled Away"

"Trees Get Wheeled Away"


Anchormen spike their blood
Wear masks of mud
Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes
And so no one would know how tired they've grown
Of talking and telling their lies

While the TVs change stations scroll messages
Victims and Christians both drinking blood
And they'll pray for the destruction of all hatred
More often just those with hate for us

Cause it hurts when you discover one's worse and one's better
To suffer or cause others to
And you can live by your conscience
Now guilt is a concept
You're no longer subscribing to

There's a virgin in my bed
And she's taking off her dress
And I'm not sure what I am gonna do
There's a song stuck in my head
And I can't help singing it
Oh how I hope my singing pleases you
Cause this is not who I've become
But what you make me into

Oh we got no health insurance
No cellular service
No disease they can cure
But we need more money to burn
So each person must learn the dollar amount they are worth

And those pills make me dizzy
Forgetting my body
I watch as it walks away
And I just keep drinking the poison
And smoking the cartons
A pack and a half a day

So when time comes to claim me
My friends and my family will gather around my grave
And they'll believe that they knew me and loved me and missed me
And all call me by my name

So imagine what you want
And then hold on to that thought
Cause that's as close as it will ever come
And believe you're where you are
Keep acting out the part
But at the end of the day the trees all get wheeled away
And you'll be standing alone in a blank blank space

So believe you're who you are
And stay in character
But at the end of the play the audience walks away
And I'll be shivering cold on a well lit stage.
 
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"Triple Spiral"

"Triple Spiral"


I loved a triple spiral
My maiden mother crone
I folded my devotion to an origami rose
So out her ten feet window, she said to look below
Could I see the town was burning?
Could I see the broken prison?
Could I see that it was time for me to go?

They looted the museum, took all that they could hold
A motorcade of flatbed trucks
Made off with with quite a haul
And that's when I heard someone shout
"In with new, out with the old! "
A dusty box of letters
A rusty suit of armor
A casket made of 14 carat gold

That's the problem
Your sense of time
She changes like an hourglass
They're playing on the side

I loved you triple spiral
Father, son, and ghost
But you left me in my darkest hour
When I needed you, when I needed you
Now that the dream is over, I want it to be known
I never saw you coming
From my little human prism
How sad it is to know I'm in control

That's the problem, an empty sky
I fill it up with everything that's missing from my life
Where'd you come from, you faded sign?
Spinning through the centuries
Expanding all the time

Three worlds at once that blend together
Three times I cried for us
But I felt better then...

I loved you triple spiral
My maiden mother crone
You found me in this fallowed state
My mind was off and stow
I heard your strange commotion
And wished I could go home
To live a little longer
A full indian summer
Long enough to carve you into stone
 
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"True Blue"

"True Blue"


I am a blue blood I will admit that.
I dance in blue shoes and wear a blue hat.
Live in a blue house, on a blue street,
in a blue town by a blue creek.
I write my blue songs with my blue pen.
I sing the blue notes to my blue friends.
Now I don't know that much about you,
but I like you because you're true blue.

I had a blue dream about a blue star.
In it I drove there in my blue car.
And when I got there, I met a blue dog
with a blue tongue, we had some real fun.
We bounced a blue ball. It broke a blue glass.
We banged on blue drums and called it bluegrass.
Guess the thing I'm trying to tell you,
is that it's best kid if you're true blue.

Once I had gangrene, I got it real bad.
And so the Doc came with his black bag.
I said "You know doc, I don't feel swell.
If you had a blue bag I think I'd feel well."
So he came right back with a blue sack.
He said, "Will this do?" I said, "Why not? Yeah."
That's how I am here today to tell you,
that it's best man to be true blue.

Out on the blue sea I sailed a blue ship.
I had a first mate, always had blue lips.
His name was Bluebeard.
He had a weird twitch.
We flew a blue flag on a big stick.
And we ate bluegill and we ate blue chips.
Oh, I felt real blue eating that blue fish.
Because there ain't much that I won't do,
unless it keeps me from being true blue.

Once in a blue moon there's a blue sky.
I wear my blue jeans and fly my blue kite.
Hangs like a bluebird until the wind dies
and then the tears pour out of my blue eyes.
If it's your birthday, we'll bake a blue cake
and then we'll eat it off these blue plates.
'cause kid I don't know much about you,
but I like you because you're true blue.
Yeah, I don't know much about you,
but I like you 'cause you're true blue.
 
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