Here is a scale, weigh it out and you will find. Easily, more than sufficient doubt that. These colors you see were picked in advance. By some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty.
The air was all dust, a night so untamed. The ground opened up. And swallowed all of the rain. . And it swallowed you too, into distance unknown. As they sat down for dinner, they waited for you to get home.
The language in the dimmer rooms. Seems to represent it's light source well. How soft they speak and seem to be at peace. With the movement of the music and the madness.
The people's key. Ringing through arena seats. The black machine. Played it all from memory. A fever dream. Well, I'll come back eventually. To wade into the water.
No one knows where the ladder goes. You're gonna lose what you love the most. You're not alone in anything. You're not unique in dying. . I feel a strange day every now and then.
My grandfather's name was Moon. Because his eyes were bright and round. No amount of time or liquor could dull them. . My grandmother's name was Joy. Because it spilled out of her heart.
I spent a week drinking the sunlight of Winnetka, California. Where they understand the weight of human hearts. You see sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you.
I dreamt of a fever. One that would cure me of this cold winter set heart. Heats melt these frozen tears. Burned with reasons as to carry on. . Into these twisted months.
Every new day is a gift, it's a song of redemption. Any expression of love is the way to return. To that place that I think of so often, but now never mention.
My brother finds comfort in calculators. He assigns every number a name. He believes that they add up to certainty. And he's upset with the fractions that remain.
So, Im just the medicine. You take when youre sick. You get well and thats it. Im put back on the shelf in your mirror. . And it isnt exceptional. The course of our fate.
Well, morning came. And it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown. Now the shops they are all opening. In that narrow hallway of downtown. . Filled with people who are shopping.
I had girl, I knew she grew, became a woman. Now I think that she teaches at one of the schools downtown. We used to roll the windows down and play the music loud.
Meaning is sometimes hard to spot. Begins with the flickering of cigarettes. In the darkness of a dorm room. Somewhere in this suffocated mid west. . But if this is real then I was mistaken.
Some plans were made and rice was thrown. A house was built, a baby born. How time can move both fast and slow. Amazes me. And so I raise my glass to symmetry.
How many lights do you see?. How many lights do you see?. . There's one to say that night has come. And there's one that guards this jagged shore. And there's one to call the children home.
I'm staring out into that vacuum again. From the back porch of my mind. The only thing that's alive. I'm all there is. . And I start attacking my vodka stab the ice with my straw.
All eyes on the calendar. Another year I claim of total indifference. To here, the days pile up. With decisions to be made, I'm sure all of them were wrong.
It was Don Delillo, whiskey neat. And a blinking midnight clock. Speakers on a TV stand. Just a turntable to watch. Only smoke came out our mouths. On all those hooded sweatshirt walks.
Pilgrim across the water. We are the same, brother. Hitchhiking back to Zion. Holding our tears as we flip the album. What if this leads to ruin?. You got a soul, use it.