Saturday, February 19, 2005

closing time, open all the doors and let you out into the world,
closing time, turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl,
closing time, one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer,
closing time, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.

closing time, time for you to go out to the places you will be from
closing time, this room won't be open till your brothers or your sisters come
so gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
i hope you have found a friend.

closing time, every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end.

Closing Time

always found this song comfortable, something to slip into at the end of the day. it's funny how music will do that for you when you think you've just cut the last thread that was holding you up, you suddenly find you're being held up by...nothing at all.

*blinks twice, slowly*

i've been threatening to tell you all a story, someday. but that day isn't today.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

you call me a dog,
well that’s fair enough.
’cause it ain’t no use to pretend,
you’re wrong.
when you call me out i can’t hide anymore,
i have no disguise you can’t see through.

well you say it’s bad luck,
to have fallen for me.
well what can i do to make it good for you?
you wore me out like an old winter coat
trying to be safe from the cold.

but when it’s my time,
to throw
the next stone,
i’ll call you


if I call at all.

you call me a dog, and
you tell me i’m low ’cause i’ve slept on the floor,
and out in the woods with the badgers & wolves,
you threw me out ’cause i went digging for gold,
i came home with a handful of coal.

but when it’s my time,
to throw the next stone,
i’ll call you


if i call at all.

and when it’s my time,
to call your bluff.
i’ll call you beautiful,
or leave it alone.

you call me a dog,
well that’s fair enough.
it doesn’t bother me as long as you know,
bad luck will follow you,
if you keep me on a leash and
you drag me along.

Call me a Dog
Temple of the Dog

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

and this world's a play of sinners & saints,
i chose my part long ago, never knowing it's the blood that taints..

idly staring out the window, decadence seeping from each pore, he sits and ponders his designs of flesh. children of a thousand vices us all, encompassed in the warm embrace of shed responsibility, another layer added to our cocoon with each new sin.

is this me, or am i dreaming?

crush me, hold me, love me - i can't go on my own...please..why won't you..i'm only human.

in a world where we limit the parts we play even before the curtains go up, caught in the harsh glare of the spotlight twisting lines to encompassing spirals, i dare you to be proud to be good.