Houses in the Night
amid the lights of the city,
and the fireflies-
a light in the sky
Watching, I wonder if I
am the only one to wonder
is such a whiny bitchwhore of a manthing.
Banjos rule. *runs*
-not titled- -at all-
The rattle of a bridge in Manhattan
just hit the streets of people going to work,
filled the air,
danced between the radio waves,
a n d
p a s t my w in d o w
I wonder what else is happening...
smell like years ago;
stale, rainy wasted afternoons
nothing to worry about not having done.
But it's all
Yet we open the windows and
musical memories shake the mountains and skies-
Maybe there's still time to do
The one about the clouds
The clouds are leaving-
legions of them-
drifting to sea;
to somewhere else.
My Friends and I
My friends and I were talking about
Well, I was talking about, to a few friends
Or- that's to say
You see I have no friends, but if I did
Anyway, I was wondering about the orbit you chose,
And how it's so different from everyone else's-
I suppose I want to know how you decided on it,
How you knew it was right,
Because obviously it's something you were going to have for a very long time,
And you had to know you'd be happy with it for a very long time,
You had to be sure-
You had to be
I was hoping you could tell me how you knew-
So that I might be able to know, too.
I hope I'll hear from you soon!
Michelle waited for a long, long time,
But she didn't get a letter back.
Probably because she wrote it to a planet,
But let's not go there.. it's cold.
And he took sadness in his hands,
cast it into the night sky.
Things became better.
The Death of Love
It's starting to look like
there are more people in the world than
there are thoughts in all I've said,
and more complexities in the universe
than people in my head.
Anything is probable.
Whoever you are-
let's dance on the air together,
Hey, look at me, I'm a clavi! *falls down*
I'm known for being talentless all over town,
In some parts of England I'm worth half a crown,
And Columbia'd choose Coke before my awful sound!
That's everything there is to know about me.
..Well, Mr. Cla
Ooh, and I dance!
That's wonderful Mr. Clavi, but I think
Clavis really suck, *chihuahua*
Clavi's out of luck, *chihuahua*
Like you give a truck, *chihuahua*
I sing, too.
That'll be quite alright.
Oh, no, it's no trouble.
I hear your songs
Are liked by no-one.
Ain'cha got no rhyme at least?
Lookin' for money,
You know- oh, screw it, that was a little bit enjoyable- you're in- you can be an instrument.
And thus became clavis and death and the like,
Now every day we've to put up with this tripe,
We still suspect God put them there out of spite,
'cause all that they're good for