2003-04-14 | DROPPING LEMONS

bleeding eyes

receding hares

defeating scared mimes

put 'em on mute

give 'em the boot

if you don't give 'em the land then they won't pollute

set the movement back a couple of hundred years

while the explosive visions combust into nothing

imploding like old folks

stuck in line at the pharmacy

not harming me

but always disarming me

smashing your punk on the head rock

while the grateful undead are in a headlock

we're not worthy enough to stand up to you

we don't like your attitude

we expect some gratitude

but we'll accept a pat on the back or two

anything to show us that we've done our jobs

or at least made it through the day without being labeled slobs

atmospheric escargot

leaving skid marks on the pavement

spiral staircases

and canoes made of fear

paddling through the moisture

blood and tears

fears and facts

tracks and beers

waxing years

poetic imbalance

unjustified chemicals

brothers gonna smirk and shout

while the working men are left with all the doubt

clocking out of time

punching in their brains

daily grinding their minds

8 hours of lame

dying at the sight of 15 more minutes of the same

9 to 5

killer bee hive

no emotional contact highs

low brows and wide thighs

open house

breaking the bank

no time for thanks

smaller then a mouse

unnoticed

unnoted

demoted

emocean

devotion

reloaded

all of it for nothing

negative and good

all misunderstood

working for nothing

paper is trash

money is something

but it's hard to make it last

if it wasn't for the select few

i'd kill all of you

if it wasn't for you

i'd have no one to come home to

and nothing to live for

and even less to work for

so now i have to work more

so i can move down to the first floor

and eventually close the building

and spend my days making a real living

denting the sofa

drinking mad cola

listening to surfer rosa

living in a constant coma

but not sedated

just out dated

and not giving a damn

just living off the fat of the land

hand in hand with you and the remote

not wondering if and when i'll have to emote

it'll all be automatic as soon as we elope

and leave the artificial world behind with a burning rope

have fun without us

we'll thrive without you

you might burn without us

but we've always secretly joked about you

and how you weren't really there

just a bunch of dead air

and one day we'd prove it

and give you a bomb scare

what will it take for you to realize

what you're missing out on

will we have to leave you with nothing for you to appreciate what little you actually own?

it's not about material issues

it's about what feelings you come home to

and what's looking back at you

and if there's someone to say "bless you" every time you say "achoo"

i laugh with you not at you

because i'm ashamed to tell you the truth

if you were cool i'd kidnap you

and remind you of your youth

but you're miserable, so i'll let you be

just stop being an idiot and judging me

i don't judge anybody 'til they judge me first

and they get mad when they find out that their lives are much worse

they're not used to the stump fighting back when they chop it

because when they were young they spoke nonsense and no one told them to stop it

so we've been subjected to a lifetime of lies

the real stars are those who find truth through the eyes

i guess that's why they're jealous and vain

it's the only emotion inside of them that makes them feel sane

but when the ones who understand finally leave them behind

that will be the day that i'm finally fine

at least half of us will have gotten things right

and the other half will no longer keep us awake at night

we'll cure the world slowly by migrating towards fun

and the rest will kill themselves off with the force of a gun

all their hearts will crash to the ground

it'll be a beautiful sound

and they'll combine to create a new society of people that we can stand to be around

- premature ejaculation | tantra +