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further down
Friday, June 19th, 2009
Posted by tin
we’re growin around, but we can’t grow up
we’re all constantly cravin somethin to think up to explain ourselves
we’re growin around, but we can’t grow up
and i’m screamin in dreamland, but don’t wake me up i’m ok, ok?
the sound of the streetlight’s growin on me,
and i am surrounded by what will be
the death of me
go further down
go further down
go further
imagine a place where you can stay that way forever
then tell me why
tell me why it doesn’t exist in this life
we’re growin around but we can’t grow up
we’re all constantly cravin something to think up to explain ourselves
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the festival
Friday, June 19th, 2009
Posted by tin
i saw the tree of life with bodies for branches and leaves like flashes of light swaying left
and then right and our bodies went left
and then right with them in the wind with
palm tree jungles and green green grass growing
inside and around as
our bodies
shranked deeper
into the earth
stay close, don’t leave me, let me feel your pulse, put your hand here
i saw purples and greens on your face,
shadows on the ceiling of a train
beating,
beating,
blinking,
oblivion. i’ll close my eyes and unbecome
bring me to your red-burgundy world my love,
my living
brown eyes and brown faces and flight
goodnight, my darling,
find my in your waking life
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painted glass
Friday, June 19th, 2009
Posted by tin
the image is of a glass wall
erected by (h)ours
surrounding the deepest of us
and different colored paint layers making it opaque
and we each a different solvent-thinner-remover
for one color.
glass not to break down
but to see through
to the deepest
most precious
most beautiful you
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nobody knows, no no
Friday, June 19th, 2009
Posted by tin
well, i went to the bar and i ordered a stella
and you’d think that the bartender was a nice fella,
but he said “hey miss, can i see some ID,”
and i swear you shoulda seen the look he gave to me
so i got out my card and i said “here ya go”
and i walked away from him and to the dance floor
and i got out my pipe, said “hey, gotta light?”
and i just don’t remember the rest of the night
nobody knows, no no!
nobody knows, no no!
well, the beaches of santa monica are pretty
(but they’re prettier if you’re pretty damn tipsy)
and i sang and danced , i made love in the water
do you remember how cold it was and how it didn’t bother us?!
nobody knows, no no!
nobody knows, no no!
ooohhh well, i said goodbye to you ten months ago
and i’m still singin songs about stories i’ve told
and i don’t know where i’m goin
but I KNOW WHERE I’VE BEEN!
and i don’t know what crazy shit i’ll end up in!
nooo.. body knows!
no no!
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