DO-SI-DO

YOU WERE STANDING SO CLOSE I COULD SMELL YOUR SMELL AND I LIKED IT
I COULD TELL WHEN YOU BRUSHED UP AGAINST ME THAT YOU LIKED ME TOO

AS WE DID THE DO-SI-DO WITH THE EBB AND FLOW OF THAT CROWDED TRAIN
IT WAS THE PERFECT STAGE FOR AN ENCOUNTER
AND I COULD SWEAR I HEARD SOME CASTANETTES
AS OUR SHOULDERS TOUCHED AND WE MOVED IN TIME
I COULD SWEAR I HEARD SOME CASTANETTES

THE CLUELESS CROWD WERE THE PERFECT FOILS IN THAT STEAMY SUBWAY CAR
THEY STOMPED AND SWIRLED AS WE DANCED THE DANCE OF LUST

AS WE DID THE DO-SI-DO WITH THE EBB AND FLOW OF THAT CROWDED TRAIN
IT WAS THE PERFECT STAGE FOR OUR ENCOUNTER
AND I COULD SWEAR I HEARD SOME CASTANETTES 
AS OUR SHOULDERS TOUCHED AND WE MOVED IN TIME
I COULD SWEAR I HEARD SOME CASTANETTES

YOU TOUCHED MY CHEEK AS YOU MOVED AWAY AND I THINK ABOUT YOU TO THIS VERY DAY
YOU SLIPPED INTO THE SWELLING CROWD
AND I REMEMBER AS I SAY ALOUD...
I SMELLED YOUR SMELL AND I LIKED IT

BLIND SPOT

I'M NOT CENTRAL TO YOUR STORY BUT YOU ALWAYS ARE TO MINE
AND I'M NOT LOOKING FOR SOME GLORY 
I'M JUST STALLING FOR SOME TIME

YOU KEEP STANDING IN MY BLIND SPOT
AS YOU'RE SNEAKING UP ON ME
AND I CAN'T SAY THAT I DON'T LIKE IT
'CAUSE YOU KNOW DAMNED WELL I DO

I HAVE TAKEN OUT MY FEELINGS AND HAVE HELD THEM TO THE LIGHT
YOU KEEP SAYING YOU HAVE FEELINGS BUT YOU KEEP THEM OUT OF SIGHT

YOU KEEP STANDING IN MY BLIND SPOT
AS YOU'RE SNEAKING UP ON ME
AND I CAN'T SAY THAT I DON'T LIKE IT
'CAUSE YOU KNOW DAMNED WELL I DO

LET ME IN OR LET ME OUT BUT DON'T LEAVE ME HANGIN' ON THE LINE
LIKE SOME FROZEN WASH IN WINTER THAT JUST WON'T THAW OUT IN TIME

YOU KEEP STANDING IN MY BLIND SPOT 
AS YOU'RE SNEAKING UP ON ME
AND I CAN'T SAY THAT I DON'T LIKE IT
'CAUSE YOU KNOW DAMNED WELL I DO

YOU KEEP STANDING IN MY BLIND SPOT
AS YOU'RE SNEAKING UP ON ME
AND I CAN'T SAY THAT I DON'T LIKE IT
'CAUSE YOU KNOW DAMNED WELL I DO
YEAH! YOU KNOW DAMNED WELL I DO
YOU KNOW I ALWAYS DO
YOU KNOW I ALWAYS DO

GLUTTONY

GLUTTONY IS VODKA EYEBALLING and not caring about the consequences. 
This detail of a ballpoint pen drawing from the 1970's is a wide eyed stare into a scarred and sightless future. An instant high that can crawl inside and eat your brain.  

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HERE

WHERE THE COLORS AREN'T REAL
AND THE AIR IS SUCKED AWAY
I CAN SOMEHOW BREATHE AND KNOW THAT I WILL BE OKAY

SOMETHING HAPPENED THAT WAS TOTALLY PROFOUND
I CAN SENSE IT IN THE STILLNESS AND THE LACK OF ANY SOUND
IT WAS HERE I'M SURE OF IT
WHERE WHAT WAS LOST SHALL NOW BE FOUND

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The PAST

I KNOW ABOUT YOUR THORNY PAST
I KNOW IT SCRATCHES AND IT CLAWS
AND NEVER GIVES YOU ANY PAUSE
BUT TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT YOURSELF
YOU WILL FIND YOU'RE BLEEDING

SOMEONE ELSE'S LUCK

YOU SING IN A BAR JUST TO MAKE A BUCK
AND YOU KISS THE DOLLAR ON THE MIRROR
TAPED UP FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S LUCK

YOU MOVE TO THE MUSIC AND YOU GET THE BEAT
JUMP ONTO THE STAGE TO GENERATE SOME HEAT 
YOU SWISH THAT SKIRT AND YANK IT HIGH
BUT THE MEN AT THE BAR DON'T BLINK AN EYE

YOU BELT OUT SOME OLD TIRED HIT
BUT PEOPLE JUST DON'T WANT THAT SHIT
THEY WANT SOMETHING ALL BRAND NEW
SOMETHING WAY UP BEYOND YOU

YOU THOUGHT SHOWING SOME MORE SKIN
WOULD MAKE THEM WANT TO LISTEN IN
BUT YOUR TEASING ACT IS WEARING THIN
AND THOUGH YOU TRY ~ YOU'LL NEVER WIN

AND YOU HAVE WISHED UPON A STAR
BUT YOU'RE STILL IN THIS LOUSY BAR
HOLDING ON FOR SOME BIG BREAK

AND YOU HAVE WISHED UPON A STAR
BUT YOU HAVEN'T GOTTEN VERY FAR
HOLDING ON FOR SOME BIG BREAK
HOLDING ON YOUR BIG MISTAKE

YOU BELT OUT SOME OLD TIRED HIT
BUT PEOPLE JUST DON'T WANT THAT SHIT
THEY WANT SOMETHING ALL BRAND NEW
SOMETHING WAY UP BEYOND YOU
WAY UP ON THAT LOUSY STAR
BUT YOU'RE STILL BROKEN IN THIS BAR
STAYING CLOSE AND WISHING FAR
HOLDING ON TO MAKE A BUCK
COUNTING ON SOME BLIND DUMB LUCK

MOVING TIL YOU GET THE BEAT
WAITING TIL YOU FEEL THE HEAT
YANKING UP THAT SKIN TIGHT SKIRT
PULLING OFF THAT SILKY SHIRT
SHOWING OFF THAT CRIMSON BRA
BROKEN IN THAT LOUSY BAR
WHERE NO ONE CARES HOW YOU MIGHT FEEL
WHERE GOING DOWN AIN'T NO BIG DEAL

YOU KISS THE DOLLAR ON THE MIRROR
TAPED FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S LUCK
YOU START TO SING AND SHAKE YOUR HIPS 
YOU STOP WHEN SOMEONE YELLS "YOU SUCK"

SADDEST SONG

ANOTHER LOVE LETTER FLOATING DOWN THE RIVER PAST THE BRIDGE OF TEARS
LONELY GIRL WITH HER HEAD HUNG DOWN
WALKS A MILE PAST HOME ~ JUST TO BE ALONE

A PRETTY BOY WITH A PRACTICED STARE 
WALKS WITH PURPOSE BUT GOES NOWHERE
HIS REPUTATION AS A CLOWN ~ GOT HIM GOOD AND SHOT  HIM DOWN 

IT'S THE SADDEST SONG TO HAVE TO SING
AND I WOULD GIVE MOST ANYTHING
TO CHANGE THE COURSE OF THESE TWO LIVES
BUT I CAN ONLY WATCH AND SIGH AS I AM LOOKING DOWN

SHE PULLS HER HAIR AND SLOWLY TURNS 
SHE'LL HEAD FOR HOME BUT STOP TO SEE
MESMERIZED BY THE RIVERS FLOW
WATCHING AS THE LEAVES DANCE FREE
SHE THINKS HOW NICE THAT IT WOULD BE
TO BE A LEAF AND NOT BE ME
AND THOUGH IT'S COLD SHE FEELS NO CHILL AS SHE WADES INTO THE RIVER
THE CURRENT PULLS HER IN AS SHE FLOATS UP ON HER BACK
BUT THE SWIRLING RIVER TAKES HER DOWN 
AND SHE IS LOST...  AND SHE IS FOUND
SNAGGED BY A MIRED LOG 
BENEATH THE BRIDGE OF TEARS

HE RUSHES HOME TO HIS HOUSE OF STONE
SHUTS THE DOOR TO BE ALONE
AND RUSHES TO THE MIRROR
HE SNARLS AND POINTS BUT IT'S NOT VAIN
HE HATES HIMSELF AND THIS ACHING PAIN

HE OPENS UP THE STINKING DRAWER
AND FINDS A RAZOR THERE
HE FILLS THE TUB WITH STEAMING WATER
AND SLIPS INTO THAT PEACEFUL HAZE 
THEN AS HIS CLOTHING WEIGHS HIM DOWN
HE SLITS HIS WRISTS AND WATCHES AS HIS LIFEBLOOD FLOWS

IT'S THE SADDEST SONG TO HAVE TO SING
AND I WOULD GIVE MOST ANYTHING
TO CHANGE THE COURSE OF THESE TWO LIVES
BUT I CAN ONLY WATCH AND SIGH AS I AM LOOKING DOWN

TRASH (Moving On)

IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT THAT I'M MOVING ON
AND YOU'RE NOT IN THE WAY
YOUR MOM AND I JUST DON'T AGREE
SO WE MUST TRASH OUR SHATTERED VOWS AND END THIS VERY DAY

I DON'T NEED NO MAURY SHOW TO TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD OR SHOULDN'T KNOW
NO I DON'T NEED NO MAURY SHOW TO TELL ME WHEN AND IF IT MIGHT BE TIME TO GO

EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT YOUR DAD
YOU'LL ALWAYS BE MY SON
DON'T LET YOUR MOM OR ANYONE TELL YOU I'M NOT BLOOD

I DON'T NEED NO MAURY SHOW 'CAUSE MAURY HE WILL NEVER KNOW
HOW IT FEELS TO LIVE INSIDE THIS HOUSE OF CONSTANT PAIN
AND I DON'T NEED NO MAURY SHOW TO TELL ME WHEN IT'S TIME TO COME IN FROM THE RAIN

NO, IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT I'M MOVING ON
AND YOU'RE NOT IN THE WAY
YOUR MOM AND I JUST DON'T AGREE
SO WE MUST TRASH OUR SHATTERED VOWS 
AND END THIS VERY DAY

I DON'T NEED NO MAURY SHOW TO TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD OR SHOULDN'T KNOW
NO, I DON'T NEED NO MAURY SHOW TO TELL ME WHEN AND IF IT'S TIME TO GO

I DON'T NEED NO MAURY SHOW 'CAUSE MAURY HE WILL NEVER KNOW
HOW IT FEELS TO LIVE INSIDE THIS HOUSE OF CONSTANT PAIN
AND I DON'T NEED NO MAURY SHOW TO TELL ME WHEN IT'S TIME TO COME IN FROM THE RAIN

SLEEP WALK

I HEAR YOUR VOICE AS I STUMBLE ON AND TRY TO SEE 
BUT THE LIGHT THAT'S SHINING THROUGH MY EYELIDS KEEPS ON BLINDING ME

IT MUST HAVE BEEN A SLEEP WALK THAT LED ME HERE
AND I'M HOPING IF I FOLLOW YOU WON'T SIMPLY DISAPPEAR 

I FEEL MY WAY ABOUT AS I TRY TO FIGURE OUT IF THIS IS REAL OR JUST A DREAM
BUT IN THE EVER CHANGING MINDFIELD OF WHAT IS AND WHAT IS NOT
I AM LOST INSIDE THIS SMOKY CHAMBER AND I'M FILLED WITH ONLY DOUBT

I SENSE A RUSH OF FEAR AS IT'S WASHING OVER ME
AND I SLIDE AGAINST A MIRROR BUT THE IMAGE ISN'T CLEAR 
WILL I FINALLY GET TO SEE WHAT IT IS THAT BOTHER'S ME 
OR WILL THIS IMAGE BLOW AWAY INTO A SMOKY MEMORY

I HEAR YOUR VOICE AS I STUMBLE ON AND TRY TO SEE
BUT THE LIGHT THAT'S SHINING THROUGH MY EYELIDS KEEPS ON BLINDING ME

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