The bluest morning ever
broke today
forego the nighttime
find the moon
in the afternoon
cry
all day
one is forgiven
much too soon
Another year has come
and gone my way
my blood is thicker
showing signs
of pathology
fast on the track
to decay
remorse as company
here to stay
I need you
I lost you
What a shame
The smoky faces lost
in this café
their lips forever chat
a grey uniformity
cry
all day
amazing lethargy
here to stay
I need you
I lost you
What a shame
no sunrise
no coffee
What a shame
No seaside
no poets, no backbeat
no lover, no mother
no mainline, no downtime
What a shame
“Here is something definite, something
real. Thus, waking from a
midnight dream of horror, one hastily
turns on the light and lies
quiescent, worshiping the chest of
drawers, worshiping solidity,
worshiping reality, worshiping the im-
personal world which is a proof of some
existence other than ours. That is what
one wants to be sure of …. Wood is a
pleasant thing to think about.”
“The Mark on the Wall”
Virginia Woolf
I’ve got a brain that’s black and blue
a waking state that feels like slumber
can’t find guitars that scream like you
a raw desire that pulls me under
This is too rich for my blood
Inside the cold of small success
the chilling glare of younger failure
a stranger turns away the rest
and finds in me a well-worn savior
This is too rich for my blood
A heart that’s torn, a sun still shines
a broken man finds strength to labor
a memory that’s past it’s prime
will burn my frozen nights forever
This is too rich for my blood
I’ve got a brain that’s black and blue
a waking state that feels like slumber
can’t find guitars that scream like you
a raw desire that pulls me under
This is too rich for my blood
Inside the cold of small success
the chilling glare of younger failure
a stranger turns away the rest
and finds in me a well-worn savior
This is too rich for my blood
A heart that’s torn, a sun still shines
a broken man finds strength to labor
a memory that’s past it’s prime
will burn my frozen nights forever
This is too rich for my blood
