I WISH... I WISH

WITH KNEES THAT CRUSH THE DEAFENED STONES
WITH SILENT INCANTATIONS I PRAY.
DEFILE THIS SLOPSIDE BESIDE ALL THE REST.
TIE ME TO A TREE I BET YOU DON’T
I WISH I WOULD, I WISH I WISH I WISH I WISH YOU WOULD.
I COULDN’T TURN TOMB AFTER TOMB IN THIS GRAVEYARD OF BROKEN HEARTS,
BUT BURY THE GRUDGERS THE BACKYARD LIES IN WAIT, I DID A COUPLE
OF REALLY AWFUL THINGS.
I DID I DID I DID I DID I DID COME UNDONE.

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

WE’VE DUG OUR GRAVES UNDER SEPARATE CANDLESTICK TONIGHT,
THE MOON SEPARATES THE SEAS
FROM YOU AND ME AND SLEEP
AND WE CURSE WEEP TILL WE CURSE THE SAME GOD
THERE’S A CRACK IN THE CEILING IT BREAKS
LIKE A NECK IN MY HEART AND HARD GOES TUMBLING DOWN.
WE GO DOWNTOWN TO THE RIVER FLOW
NEAR THE BLOODSHED IN THE SOULYARD YOU AND ME,
TONIGHT WE CAN GATHER UP ALL THE DUST AND SPIRITS WAIL,
FLING THEM INTO FLIMSY WALLS
AND FALL, THEN WE CAN BURN DOWN LOVE’S LONELY FURNACE,
WATCH AS IT SMOLDERS AND WE EXPIRE.

1000 LIES

WE HANG OUR HEADS IN THE HEAVY HOUSE
WITH HALLS THAT SCREAM A LONG SLOW NO
DIRTY THOUGHTS FALL FROM MY SOUL,
HEAPED LIKE CLOTHES UPON THE FLOOR
THIS NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND LIES
THAT BURN HOLES IN MY PETTY HEAD,
FLESH CREEPS UP ALL THE WRONG WALLS,
IT’S MY MISFORTUNE THAT YOU’RE SUSPICIOUS,
I COULD SWEAR A THOUSAND PRAYERS AND CAST STONE BIBLES INTO THE SEA,
BUT MY LIFELINE’S FULL OF SOLITAIRE, YOURS IS HAPPY FULL OF NOTHING.

SOME BOYS HAVE THE URGE TO KILL

OH MY GOD AWFUL UGLY, AND I COULD END UP GETTING SHIT-KICKED.
JESUS GETS ARRESTED AND MARRIED TO AN INFIDEL KILLS,
I’VE HAD ENOUGH FOR ONE GIRL WHOSE TIME HAS NOT YET COME TO PASS,
I’VE HAD ENOUGH I’VE HAD IT…
THE EARTH SPITS BLOOD AND SWALLOWS US WHOLE.
SOME BOYS HAVE THE URGE TO KILL AND HARD ENOUGH IT HURTS ENOUGH.
WELL I LIE IN THE RUBBLE, CRUMPLED UNDERNEATH HIS FIRST PRINT.
BUILDINGS FALL FAST HEARTS BURST WATCH ME CUT-UP BROKEN COLLAPSE,
A COUPLE OF SUSPICIONS, BORN DEAD/BREAD DEAD/DIE AGAIN,
TWO PALED IMPALED, WITH GUN TO HEAD I’M READY TO BLOW.
SOME BOYS HAVE THE URGE TO KILL.
I SAID I’D DIE FROM HIS KISS, HE SAID WELL THEN YOU’RE BETTER OFF DEAD,
TAKE YOUR FLESH FROM MY FLESH AND GET YOUR BLOOD AWAY FROM MY BED,
WELL I CAN’T WAIT FOREVER FOR THE BOY WHO NEVER DOES COME,
AND IF IT WAIT FOREVER, AND ON, AND ON, AND ON, AND ON
SOME BOYS

STILL BURNING (Words by Rowland S. Howard)

TAKE THE WHEEL. OF THE WORLD.
AND DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVE…
QUICK AS A GUN. BLIND LIKE A GHOST.
I CATCH MOST THINGS IN MY BLOOD YOU ALL LOSE BETWEEN ROOMS.
ONE LAST GASP BEFORE I GO, YOUR CRYSTAL SKIN LACED WITH RUST.
LACED WITH RUST… LACED WITH RUST…
TAKE THE WHEEL OF THE WORLD AND DRIVE…
ONE BLOOD LUST GLANCE OF THE MILKY WAY.
TWO SHOTS ONE IN A MILLION, SHORT CIRCUITS
A BILLION LIGHT YEARS AWAY.
DOWN HERE IT RAINS BLOOD AND MILK FOR MONTHS
THE ZULUS ARE GETTING TOO STRONG TO PLAY WITH NO MORE,
NO MORE, NO MORE…
TAKE THE WHEEL OF THE WORLD AND DRIVE.

A BUCKET FULL OF STARS TOO HOT TO HANDLE ALONE.
BURNING A HOLE, SMOLDERING FOOTSTEPS THAT LEAD TO A HEART,
MINE YOURS, WHO CARES IT STILL BURNS STILL BORN, I’M STILL BURNING
BURNING DOWN….
TAKE THE WHEEL OF THE WORLD AND DRIVE.

WHAT DID YOU DO

I COULD GET VERY LOST A COVE NO BIGGER THAN A BREAD BOX,
AND NO PLACE TO REST MY HEADSTONE, BEAT A RIVER,
BEAT IT THRU THE ROCK AND HOPE TO GOD THAT IT RAINS
THEY SAY THAT SUNDAY’S VERY UGLY,
AND LOCK THE DOOR TO THE CAGE AND THROW AWAY THE KEYHOLE

WHEN THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE AWAY, THEN WE BEGIN TO STEAL.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO DESERVE ALL OF THIS.
BRAINS GO AWAY AND RUST LIKE TIN,
MY MOUTH HURTS GO AHEAD BURN HOLES IN YOURSELF AND DIE FORGOTTEN.
THERE ARE SOME THINGS THAT WE WAIT LIFETIMES FOR THAT SNEAK THRU PEEP-HOLES.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO DESERVE ALL OF THIS

WE HAD THE WRONG SEASON. THE CIRCUS IN HER HEAD LEFT WEEKS AGO,
BUT THERE’S A HALF MOON AT A QUARTER TO TWO AND TONIGHT, WE’LL GO WALKING.
TELL ME THE SADDEST TALE YOU KNOW AND I’LL RAISE YOU TEN.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO DESERVE ALL OF THIS.

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