Sleep The Night Away

Crack open a bottle of wine,
Let me drink it up,
I'll let you drink up my time,
And steal all my thoughts,

Make them out to be,
What you will have them be,
Smoosh them all up together,
And turn on the blender,

I don't care about my mental state,
Just love me tender,
Cirrosis, I've got no worries,
As long as you remember,
To love me tender,

Touch me with purple soft hands,
Kiss me with velvet lips,
Wanna feel the motion of the ocean?,
Let me feel the music in your hips,

I'll remember to tie your shoes,
So you won't trip,
I'll untangle the noose around your neck and set you lose,
Upon our desertic island bed,

There's nothing that needs to be said,
Only warped images that cloud our head,
That keep us from seeing anything clearly,
The past, the future, the present they all walk away so carelessly,

But you, celophane princess,
You make me wish to be limitless and free,
To feel your sweet caress,
And to hear the music in your sighs,

I fire a bullet across the starry night,
Into the city, through dirty streets,
Piercing billborads and shattering neon lights,
Until it lays itself to rest by your side, and sleep,

Sleep the night away,
Sleep and don't forget to breath,
Sleep the night away,
I'll forget, instead, my black and burning fear to bleed
,ARealRock'N'Rolla

Any Day Now

I care not for peoples annotations,
And observations of the world around me,
Their prejudiced connotations,
How, who and what I should be,

Yet there's a light at the end of the tunnel,
A razor sharp blade,
That cuts the rope tying me to you,
And all your friends and fears,

I feel the light shining down on me,
With warm and yellow beams,
Setting me lose, upon the rising sun,
You'll look for me, but I'll be gone,

Wish to unburden myself of your tears,
But something pulls me towards the oceans you've cried,
Sitting underneath the summer rain,
Singing and drinking to the health of the passer by,

Chasing your tails and tired butterflies,
Is all you seem to do,
Asking questions with a shut heart into open skies,
You never get a reply, and you're still surprised,

But someday soon,
I'll pick up my guitar,
You'll sing a tune,
And we'll play the moon out,

Our ilusions die away with the rising sun,
We're naked once again, newely born,
They'll say, when they were young,
They'll look for us, but we'll be gone,

Any day now, I feel it in my soul,
The old wind blower will blow no more,
The darkest time, won't be dark at all,
You'll put on your dancing shoes,
And start banging your heels against the floor,

Any day now, any day now,



ARealRock'N'Rolla

Ramblings

Tragedies happen, tragedies often come to pass, yet do they? Do tragedies really exist? Is this really such a cold, cruel and unwise thing to ask yourself? Nothing is taboo, everything can be questioned, deconstructed in order to be understood, to be comprehended, to find out how you feel about some things, because, others are better off just having been lived, but back to the topic at hand, tragedies... right and wrong, good and bad, these things don't exist, they are relative, everything that happens is good for some, bad for others and that's the way it's alwasy been, but if you choose a side, then, one of the most horrible things that can happen to a human being, happens, we suddenly go blind in one eye, we suddenly shift, turn into monsters, we first, argue, refuse to see each other's side, next thing you know, I'm standing in your living room, with a 9mm locked, cocked and ready to set lose your brains from your imprisoning head, or if we find that certain thing to disagree on, that can go on and on, without ever really ending, like religion, politics, nations, then the conflict never ends, it's always there, that makes us petty and ignorant beings, willing to do things that you can never come back from, yet, we remain, innocent, because though it is certainly our responsibility to evolve, the enviroment most of us are in, doesn't really let us, because of all the problems, all the noise, all the filth, all the blood, all the death, all the misery, all the hunger, all the pain, all the fear, all the fights, jesus christ, god, happiness, where and how to find it, death, wars, sex, love... how do you live, with all these things on your mind? You can't, strip them off you like dead skin that is no longer needed, and then what are you, if not, but a naked child standing in the middle of the world.  ARealRock'N'Rolla