[ mood | indescribable ]
[ music | Crass...Do they owe us a living?]
I really don't know what to say...can she yell any louder?
Stealing down an ally on a cold dark night
I see a halo in the rain around the street light
I stop and look, and listen to the sound
As the raindrops penetrate the silence all around
Alone, I gaze into the glistening street
The distant thunder echoing my heartbeat
Urging me on to a secret goal
Away from the light from this lamp on a pole
So I turn, slip away into the rain
Drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane
Clutching the tools of my trade in my hand
An old box of matches and a gasoline can
Darkness envelopes the scene like a shroud
A veil of emptiness hangs from the clouds
Filling up the cracks in this desolate place
Cradled by the night in an icy embrace
Moving to the town like a ghost in the rain
A dim reflection in a dark window pane
Blackness beckons from every side
Creeping all around like an incoming tide
A broken window in an empty house
I slip inside and begin to douse
The whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire
And push back the night, taking me higher
On out of the darkness in a defeaning roar
The match in my hand is the key to the door
A simple turn of the wrist will suffice
To open a passage to paradise
I pause, I think about the past and the gloom
The smell of gasoline permeates the room
Everyone has a little secret he keeps
I light the fires while the city sleeps
The match makes a graceful arc to the floor
And time stands still as I turn for the door
Which explodes in a fireball and throws me to the street
I hit the ground running with the flames at my feet
Reaching for the night which recoils from the fire
The raindrops hiss like a devilish choir
Dying in the flames with a terrible sound
Calling all the names of the sleepers all around
But then in the arms of the night, they lay
Their dreams sprout wings and fly away
Out of the houses in a gathering flock
Swarming overhead as I hurry down the block
I make my escape with the greatest of ease
And savor the darkness, drop to my knees
And the lightless window, my hand on the latch
I reach in my pocket, and pull out a match
Let's all go in the river
A mirror for my disguise
To look at her makes me shiver
I can see right through her eyes in her mind
She is tongue tied, she won't make a sound
And believes she can only hide when I turn away
This imagery is haunting me
She won't fly away
She calls me so pleadingly
But I don't, but I don't know her name
Numb
I went down to the river
To wait for her to arise
I looked in the mirror
And sprinkled teardrops in her eyes
Numb, ahhhhh
CRYING LOUD
YOU'RE CRAWLING ON THE FLOOR
JUST A BEAUTIFUL BABY,
YOU'RE NOTHING MORE
CLOSE YOUR EYES,
YOU'RE CRAWLING INTO SLEEP
I SWEAR I WON'T BREAK YOU
IF YOU LET ME TAKE YOU
WHERE THE WILLOWS NEVER WEEP
WHERE THE WILLOWS NEVER WEEP
COMING QUICK INTO YOUR WONDERLAND
FLYING HIGH ON BLEACHED WHITE SAND
TRANQUILIZED BY LIGHTS
YOU LOSE YOUR WAY
WELL JUST COME WITH ME
AND I'LL MAKE YOU SEE
WITH ME YOU'LL WANT TO STAY
CAN BABY COME OUT TO PLAY
CIRCUS LIGHTS ARE SHUTTING SLOWLY DOWN
BUT STILL YOU'RE UP IN THE AIR,
AND LOVING YOUR WINGS
MY DEAR YOU PLAY THE CLOWN
YOU'RE STILL UP IN THE AIR
AND LOVING YOUR WINGS
WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN WHEN YOU COME DOWN
[ mood | depressed ]
[ music | Jefferson Airplane...Plastic Fantastic Lover ]
My name is Misty, I am but three,
My eyes are swollen, I can not see,
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made my daddy so mad?
I wish I were better, I wish I weren’t ugly,
Then maybe my Mommy would still want to hug me.
I can’t speak at all I can’t do a wrong,
Or else I’m locked up al the day long.
When I awake I’m all alone,
The house is dark my folks aren’t home.
When my Mommy does come I’ll try to be nice,
So maybe I’ll get just one whopping tonight.
Don’t make a sound!
I jut heard a car; my Daddy is back from Charlie’s Bar.
I hear him curse, my name he calls.
I press myself up against the wall.
I try and hide from his evil eyes.
I’m so afraid now I’m starting to cry.
He finds my weeping, he shouts ugly words,
He say’s that it’s my fault that he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits and yells at me more.
I finally get free and run for the door.
He’s already locked it, and I start to bawl.
He takes me and throws me against the hard wall.
With my bones nearly broken,
And my Daddy continues with more bad words spoken.
“I’m sorry!” I scream, but it’s now much too late,
His face has been twisted in unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain again and again,
Oh please God have mercy, Oh please let it end.
And he finally stops and heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Misty,
I am but three,
Tonight my Daddy,
Murdered me.
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