On the way, somewhere
Where do they all go?
Empty shells behind;
Where do they go?
I cross this desert
On this road my friends and family have lost and died
Their carcasses everywhere -
Where were these strangers going?
I don't know how I got on this inescapable heat wave...
The edge - so far away - where did it go?
While those giants, they come stumbling
They come pounding and they come crunching
Where do they go?
The seasons and the moon that have passed over me
Where do they go?
In company of the baking sun
Which drizzles sugar onto it's frying pan,
The efforts of everyone covered and lost -
Where do they all go?
Even after killing more than half of us,
When winter comes, people will say about us:
"Where did they all go?"
One nights
She's always sick
She never tells me why
Smooth in silent hair
Digs into the couch
Into my heart
Not very, I know nothing about her at all
But what makes her smile
What makes her talk just a bit
And what makes her fall
Into my arms each night
I had to find her
Name in her wallet
I'm at her mercy - and I comfort her.
I still make her
Uncomfortable, I can tell
I can't remember anything
That happens when I'm with her
In my heart, I get a nagging feeling
She's not an asshole,
I'm just an ass.
I've considered some pretty terrible things
For sticking around with no word sticking through
How do I fill in this blank?
She will purr as she knocks on my door
To be let out into the world
She feels so cold
I've tried every permutation
We started as lovers;
I don't even know if we're friends
But still, she can't be figured out
In her back-pocket I live
Amongst the records we play
The traces of her braid
She barely tells me anything
Every time I open my mouth she gets sick
Unacknowledged
I deserve this.
I worked hard for this.
Suckers begging for handouts --
Their greedy mouths implore
From their premature graves;
Through their lazy fingers
Water flows and yet they drink none of it.
I take what I get and I built myself a dam.
Cutting them some slack just conditions them;
Like monkeys, coming back to steal more.
Fuck them for wanting to take this from me.
I know I deserve this.
They know I deserve this.
They just pretend not to,
As they pretend to work.
Just, only
Car parts -- car parts all over
I am on a minefield
Made up of car parts
Down on the cr'cked sidewalk,
Round the corner of the 7-11,
Car parts
Between orange cones roping off the gaping hole,
Car parts
Useless, left abandoned --
On the side of the road,
Car parts
Where I go, I can't escape them;
Oiled bodies bent out of shape
Or too rusted to be recognized,
Car parts. Just car parts.