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Today the grass is like another green
Straight from heaven's garden, like you've never seen
At first glance it's like this place is on fire
But it's just time for this dew to expire

Most of the days I'm down near the sea
People say they're not seeing me
I miss them as much as they miss me

Bad tattoo on every boy you see.
This ones for you, and it's a message from me.
It's an image not a metaphor,
because I miss you unlike anything. Anything before.

Culturealist with every word you speak.
Center this unless you center on me.
But for you it's like a metaphor,

I'm still shaking off last night.
I'm still trying to get this right.
You know the morning seems to set my head on fire.
I know its a little late, but you know I love to make you wait.
You can only smile and wonder why.

And I say
Now, now, now, now,

She likes my amplifier loud. What goes in must come out.
Turn it up. Turn it up.
You can hear it downtown on the bus, on the radio.
So relaxed she's in slow motion.
So at home. No transportation.
Say 'hello'. How does she do?
She likes my amplifier loud.

Your eyes, they made lies true.
Say anything and I would believe you.
But there were demons, maybe more than a few,
so what could we do?
Because in my life there was only asbestos,
and Raymond Williams, you always took the best ones.
Now, like failed pedestrian dreams,
that's how it seems to me.

From hotels in the middle of the night I'm calling you out. To candles cling tentative flames, but they burn just the same, just in case you forget. Sick in the silt of the strangest taste I've hated today. Still something sings within the vein, as I forget to fail, I forget to complain. How much more can we stand to say before clouds complain? Soaked to that critical stage with the overdressed words of the well-meaning vague. How much will the Leitmotiv sway to compensate for our fallow-yet-vigorous play on the century's take on the lived-but-yet-named? Hold out, because this moon is twice as good when you see through a year of nights what you thought you understood. Set out because this haze is bound to wane. It can no longer attempt to hide the will of third-class seats on tommorrow's trains.

So quiet
I can hear that the refrigerator is on.
I can hear the fabric of your sleeping bag
How it sounds someone else's floor.
There was a small riot
That kept me up until dawn.
It seems someone had something to say
To the rest of the party out on the lawn.

Imagine yourself young, with pockets full of water. You haven't learned to hesitate yet. And the sun beats down all on your skinny neck, as we kick around the shore. You know the rest. Imagine yourself dumb, like someone's careless daughter. You can't remeber just what he said, but it still bears down all in your pretty head. You'll never know for sure, but you give him hell.

Karate — Water

Gloves hold you in.
Excessorize.
Corners of sin,
And potential crimes.
The cold scolds your chin.
Draws some salt from an eye,