Bright Eyes

[fox69]

"Untitled (Lovers Turn Into Monsters)"

"Untitled (Lovers Turn Into Monsters)"


Lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affection
Almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters
And I could have used some warning
I was on that porch all morning
Smoking cigarettes and sinking deeper into doubt

Could it be I am mistaken, have I stolen somebody’s baby?
Is it possible for two people to need the same thing?

It's just the lines, they get so blurry
Between what is once, and now required
And I don't know on which side his heart falls
But I know where mine is buried
And it's so far from any wanting
Yeah, it needs this to keep beating
It won't go on without it

If I'm still weighed down with subtleties
Then I'll just come right out and say
That I think that I deserve her
More than anyone deserves anything
Maybe I am selfish, but there is no way to share this
There’s not enough to go around, I don’t care who else gets hurt

But I’m still sick with empathy because I was stood in his place
I spent a year quietly dying while he let go and ignored her
And I’m sure that there are reasons for everything that happens
And absence leads to adoration, yeah it’s nobody’s fault

But now there is no way to change this
So I just photographed and framed it
And it’s hanging in a hallway
That we have no right to walk back down

But I hope that he feels better but I’m sick of all the drama
I can’t stand to see her crying, I just want this shit to end
And I want a place to hang out where record players play out
And there’s a thousand movies rented for a thousand nights with her

 

[fox69]

"Waste Of Paint"

"Waste Of Paint"


I have a friend, he's mostly made of pain. He wakes up, drives to work,
and then straight back home again. He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper.
I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover.
And I tried to tell him he had a sense of color and composition so magnificent.
And he said "Thank you, please but your flattery is truly not becoming me.
Your eyes are poor. You are blind. You see, no beauty could have come from me.
I am a waste of breath, of space, of time."
I knew a woman, she was dignified and true. Her love for her man was one of her many virtues.
Until one day, she found out that he had lied and she decided the rest of her life,
from that point on would be a lie. But she was grateful for everything that had happened.
And she was anxious for all that would come next. But then she wept.
What did you expect? In that big, old house with the cars she kept.
"Oh!" and "such is life," she often said. With one day leading to the next,
you get a little closer to your death, which was fine with her.
She never got upset and with all the days she may have left,
she would never clean another mess or fold his shirts or look her best.
She was free to waste away alone.
Last night, my brother he got drunk and drove. And this cop pulled him off to the side of the road.
And he said, "Officer! Officer! You have got the wrong man.
No, no, I'm a student of medicine, the son of a banker, you don't understand!"
The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be thankful. And your carelessness,
it is something awful. And no, I can't just let you go. And though your father's name is known,
your decisions now are yours alone. You're nothing but a stepping stone
on a path to debt, to loss, to shame."
The last few months I have been living with this couple.
Yeah, you know, the kind who buy everything in doubles. They fit together, like a puzzle.
And I love their love and I am thankful that someone actually
receives the prize that was promised by all those fairy tales that drugged us.
And they still do me. I'm sick, lonely, no laurel tree, just green envy.
Will my number come up eventually? Like Love is some kind of lottery,
where you can scratch and see what is underneath. It's "Sorry",
just one cherry, "Play Again." Get lucky.
So I have been hanging out down by the train's depot. No, I don't ride.
I just sit and watch the people there. And they remind me of wind up cars in motion.
The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions.
And I want to scream out that it all is nonsense.
All your lives one track, can't you see it's pointless?
But then, my knees give under me. My head feels weak and
suddenly it is clear to see that it is not them but me, who has lost my self-identity.
As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.
And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time.
So now I park my car down my the cathedral, where floodlights point up at the steeples.
Choir practice was filling up with people. I hear the sound escaping as an echo.
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle. When voices blend they sound like angels.
I hope there is some room still in the middle.
But when I lift my voice up now to reach them. The range is too high, way up in heaven.
So I hold my tongue, forget the song, tie my shoe and start walking off.
And try to just keep moving on, with my broken heart and my absent God
and I have no faith but it is all I want, to be loved and believe in my soul, in my soul...

 

[fox69]

"We Are Free Men"

"We Are Free Men"


Well, the future spills its intangibles
An unknown set of variables
A path that spliten infinitely up ahead
So tell me what's the use to pick and choose
From what you should or shouldn't do?
That's time spent better sleeping in your bed
Or wide awake in a shopping mall, trying clothes on from off of the wall
Yeah, anything to entertain yourself
'Cause a costume can be comfortable
It can make you feel more beautiful
It can even make you look like someone else
But it's still you, so there's nothing you can do
Like a bad habit, the one you couldn't kick, there it always is
And it's nothing that no doctor's gonna fix

They pat your back bruised with their accolades
And all four walls are a trophy case
But that doesn't make it any less of a cage
But you can make it all less difficult
By embracing the ephemeral
Then you'd never have to worry or explain
'Cause if it's really all just physical, then my memory's immaterial
So why then do I remember you at all?
But I do, I do, my friend, I seen your face
We shared a cup, I know the taste
Its sweetness is relentless on my lips
So help me drink in everything that is
Like a freed convict, drunk on redemption
From the way I've been
But I swear this time, that things will be different

Well, right and wrong, they have never been that far apart
For those who'd write that sentence where you hang
We will be lifted up from all of this
Yeah, we will transcend the insignificance of our existence
Yeah, your body's gone, but angel, you will live

Yeah your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone

Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone

Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone but angel you will live

 

[fox69]

"We Are Nowhere And It's Now"

"We Are Nowhere And It's Now"


If you hate the taste of wine
Why do you drink it 'til you're blind?
And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares
How come you say it like you're right?
Why are you scared to dream of god
When it's salvation that you want?
You see stars that clear have been dead for years
But the idea just lives on

In our wheels that roll around
As we move over the ground
And all day it seems we've been in between the past and future town

We are nowhere, and it's now
We are nowhere, and it's now
You took a ten-minute dream in the passengers seat
While the world it was flying by
I haven't been gone very long
But it feels like a lifetime

I've been sleeping so strange at night
Side effects they don't advertise
I've been sleeping so strange
With a head full of pesticide

I got no plans and too much time
I feel too restless to unwind
I'm always lost in thought
As I walk a block to my favourite neon sign
Where the waitress looks concerned
But she never says a word
Just turns the jukebox on
And we hum along
And I smile back at her

And my friend comes after work
When the features start to blur
She says these bars are filled with things that kill
By now you probably should have learned

Did you forget that yellow bird?
How could you forget your yellow bird?

She took a small silver wreathe and pinned it onto me
She said this one will bring you love
I don't know if it's true but I keep it for good luck

 

[fox69]

"Weather Reports"

"Weather Reports"


Well I left my baby for a dream as lovely, for a love that's only in books I read.
And then I hit the cities, spent all my money, I just left my whole life in a taxi cab.
Cause it's just a memory, I can't love completely, when you're really with me, I'm indifferent.
But I try to get my head clear, it's too full of ideas that I haven't thought of yet.
And time, clocks keep waving their hands, doing all that they can to get our attention,
But the days fly away down a clean interstate and I'm staring drunk at a map.
So I let my hair down for the second time now, for the final time, now I had my fun.
But there's no returning from the places we've been, just repeat our slogan, never again.
So we split, said you had to get out, headed back to the south, where everything is gentle.
And I stayed for a couple weeks more, all the weather reports said it would be snow for sure,
But the storm moved away to a neighboring state. I started the car.

 

[fox69]

"Well Whiskey"

"Well Whiskey"


I get my whiskey from a well, except on holidays then it's on the top shelf.
But tonite I don't mind if I spend a little more because you are a tolerant woman and the world is at war.
I know you witnessed my decline.
You used to push back the darkness like a floodlight,
but tonight that is a secret like the soul of a whore that if you want to have fun you will just have to ignore.
Now let my troubles solve themselves.
I used to get involved but I'm just no help, but tonight let's pretend that we are just like we were.
Let me stay until the morning I will sleep on the floor.
And we can talk in circles, no dollar figures, just what is owed or paid.
And you can make predictions I know you see the future and I agree.
We agree tonight is not happening.

When I got dry as a desert I got mean.
I was as lonely and empty as a canteen.
With no anesthetic you are bound to be sore but tonight I and drinking all peaceful and warm.
And just when I got fed up with the gray sky.
The sun came out of nowhere like a bar fight.
And it knocke out the wind and it bruised me with light.
And I felt grateful for living just like I feel tonight.
I know that you feel safer in a group where you could be anyone or they could be you.
But tonight we'll take risks that you can afford.
You still have bars on your window and a hole in your door.
So we can talk in circles around a dirty mirror.
Night trickles down our throats.
And we could make a timeline to last our whole lives but we don't know.
No one knows what is further up the road.
Just wait and see. Just wait and see.
All in time. All in time.

 

[fox69]

"When The Curious Girl Realizes She Is Under Glass"

"When The Curious Girl Realizes She Is Under Glass"


Tomorrow when I wake up I'm finding my brother
And making him take me back down to the water.
That lake where we sailed and we laughed with our father.
I will not desert him. I will not desert him.
No matter how I may wish for a coffin so clean
Or these trees to undress all their leaves onto me.
I put my face in the dirt and then finally I see
The sky that has been avoiding me.
I started this letter I'm gonna send it to Ruba.
It will be blessed by her eyes on the gulf coast of Florida.
With her feet in the sand and one hand on her swimsuit,
She will recite the prayer of my pen.
Saying, ...time take us forward. Relief from this longing,
They can land that plane on my heart I don't care
Just give me November, the warmth of a whisper
In the freezing darkness of my room.
But no matter what I would do in attempt to replace.
All these pills that I take trying to balance my brain.
I've seen the curious girl with that look on her face.
So surprised she stares out from her display case.

 

[fox69]

"When The Curious Girl Realizes She Is Under Glass Again"

"When The Curious Girl Realizes She Is Under Glass Again"


Tomorrow when I wake up I'm finding my brother
And making him take me back down to the water.
That lake where we sailed and we laughed with our father.
I will not desert him. I will not desert him.
No matter how I may wish for a coffin so clean
Or these trees to undress all their leaves onto me.
I put my face in the dirt and then finally I see
The sky that has been avoiding me.
I started this letter I'm gonna send it to Ruba.
It will be blessed by her eyes on the gulf coast of Florida.
With her feet in the sand and one hand on her swimsuit,
She will recite the prayer of my pen.
Saying, ...time take us forward. Relief from this longing,
They can land that plane on my heart I don't care
Just give me November, the warmth of a whisper
In the freezing darkness of my room.
But no matter what I would do in attempt to replace.
All these pills that I take trying to balance my brain.
I've seen the curious girl with that look on her face.
So surprised she stares out from her display case.

 

[fox69]

"When The President Talks To God"

"When The President Talks To God"


When the president talks to God
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our women’s rights
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Are the consonants all hard or soft?
Is he resolute all down the line?
Is every issue black or white?
Does what God say ever change his mind
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Does he fake that drawl or merely nod?
Agree which convicts should be killed?
Where prisons should be built and filled?
Which voter fraud must be concealed
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
I wonder which one plays the better cop
We should find some jobs. the ghetto's broke
No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't
Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke
That's what God recommends

When the president talks to God
Do they drink near beer and go play golf
While they pick which countries to invade
Which Muslim souls still can be saved?
I guess god just calls a spade a spade
When the president talks to God

When the president talks to God
Does he ever think that maybe he's not?
That that voice is just inside his head
When he kneels next to the presidential bed
Does he ever smell his own bullshit
When the president talks to God?

I doubt it

I doubt it

 

[fox69]

"White Christmas"

"White Christmas"


I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten,
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white