LIFE
LIKE FIGURES LYRICS
Pens
What can a blue pen do?
whatever it is that makes
a blue pen blue,
and i dont agree with the things you want to do.
But whenever i do it makes us new
What can a used book do?
it can save you a dollar
and make a used book new.
and i dont know all the things that you've gone through.
But whatever it was it made you you.
For all the dollars and the blue ink wasted, used up, or gone away,
my dollars dissapear but my blue ink belongs to you.
What can scissors do?
they can take a piece of
paper and turn it into two.
and i dont know all the piles you've gone through .. .
What can one star do?
it can fall so far it makes
a wish come true.
and i dont know who's giving wish to you,
but whoever it is it will come to you
What can one song do?
it can touch a million or
it can touch a few,
and i dont know if this song touches you ...
Mesa Mesa Mesa
looking, for where the oyster
makes its pearls,
bags in so we'll make it around the world.
Common decency consist of prayer,
hands together waiting until were there.
well i aint got no home,
and all the friends i know
are packed and stacked and heading to Francisco.
well i aint got no coat,
all i've gots a hat.
and an outdated treasure map.
Well baby, if i had the
words to express myself,
i wouldnt have much to say. i'll say i love you baby, oh i love you baby
but i might just change my mind.
Its how time flies by.
i aint got no home,
and i feel so alone.
Well that dont matter much,
i'll stay in the working class my friend
it will be alright,
it will be in sight.
Mesa mesa mesa
(Finding a singing war bomb on the piers. Well if i could diffuse our last chance i would say its not worth it. sinking in filthy water like a concrete pedestrian)
The Geriatric
At the library, she said dont go baby until you find out what we need.
she said sit down and shut up, this is not a stand up
get down dont get up, pretty soon im giving up.
At the library, i see the sun is fading begging master let me free
Quit looking around, the pages lost but not found
after we check out, my baby still wont make a sound.
OIL
Oil makes a rainbow
for me to wash off of my driveway.
and i'm just a color in a spectrum.
Bodies composed of string and a plectrum,
for me to play with, and you to sing with,
and colors to love. Im in love now.
Leaves when the wind blow
leaves a beautiful mess on my driveway.
And i'm just a lady out past midnight.
Body exposed to the earths voice calling.
For me to embrace, and you to dance with, and lessons to learn.
Im in love now.
You Can Waltz to This
Well i severed my ties with
my enemy and friends they say bye, so long, farewell.
And reply to hostility with stats of utility. Friend of mine calm down.
But ever once have i questioned your sensitivity.
roll me a joint i feel like
i could be heavy headed brae.
And for all we contort our bodies resort to all of which we see.
So send me your spirit with mentions of love
Well sing me your six strings
I'll play you my words an we'll sing in harmony.
But its when the song starts that it touches my heart with all that your song
brings.
But read me your knowledge with wisdom on mind.
"Breath, push, good. now you have a baby."
its just another day today.
someone older passed away.
but what can i say? its all on how we start our day.
i toasted a bread or two. Then poured a glass of orange juice.
put on my left and right shoe. that about all i'll do.
its amazing how my breath
gets taken away,
when i swore we werent breathing at all.
its a common misconception that we have lungs at all.
its all on how we take a fall
what a series of events
today.
i heard every kid in the sixth grade,
packed their bags and moved away.
to blame our war on another place.
and all the parents disappeared,
behind the country
that they love so dear.
then let their kids live in fear.
that is how they disappear.
its a shame that nothing
has been done,
because not enough songs have been sung.
its a common inconvenience that we have a voice at all.
its all depends on when we fall.
what a way to end my day.
everything on my driveway,
turned to dust and blew away.
i guess i gave it all away.
Art on Bark, It Rhymes.
picture a tree inside your living
room
but the tree is filled with color combining rapidly in bloom
you would never fathom the demise of beauty
but im watching flowers die
but its best that it changes
because the higher we grow its a long way down
and theres no use in falling down
compare yourself to a rowing ore
your always sailing against the tides
and the weather gets a bit harder
we could fall into the water
but dangers my middle name
plus the faster we swim we'll get to shore
and theres no use in drowning now
would you ever tell me things you
thought about the universe
and galaxy and stars and our thoughts could soon disperse
into small particles and be picked up by currents and spread like seeds
and grow into a tree
well you could call me trouble
or you could be afraid to move on
LLAMA V.A.C.
Eventually you’ll
come back to me but for now I don’t know what to say
But I better say something
because she’s waiting for a response right now and currently your saying
nothing
As for now, I’ve noticed that as it seems
I’ve noticed she’s taken form from the magazines
And she screams, and then I scream and you scream we all scream for pipe dreams
Oo oo, oo oo oo oo, oo oo
Ba ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba
Your persistently, throwing facts
at me, I never knew reasoning could come so viciously
And you’ll cry, and I’ll sit here patiently waiting for you to
get
hit by ,reality, I never noticed it sucked until you were stabbing me
And you write me these letters knowing I hate exclamation points because it
leaves it open to too many interpretation
Your on top of me, and not stopping
me
I never knew your dignity could come so simply
And my hands, and your legs, and your arms are like pegs
Now balance and balance and balance and balance
I smoke cigarettes and you’ll eat your cake
And we can both have our best after we’ve been disgraced
And this catastrophe turned into blasphemy
And I don’t believe you’re a regular church go’er
And you know you like it when you
read the magazines
And they convince you somehow your not as pretty as it seems
But that’s what they want you to think, and your spending it all
Why don’t you get smart enough to see through the facade
Your frequent shopping spree’s will never set you free
And the more I tell you you get mad at me
And I hate, your face, and all your clothes in my space
You should get them soon before I toss them in the fire place
And all the jealousy is so beside to me
You should get a job and stop yelling at me
Cause I hate your voice and your cinema choice
You should wait in line and wake me when its over
Pentatonic Light Dirge
it used to be where the sun woke over the mountain
now its where the sun hides behind the mansions
a place of love, to loathe your love
then wipe our slates clean
are we just machines?
a scarf cafia can keep me warm but you can afford the sun
and if it adds up, afford my only one
a blanket a cover
i used to love my lover
behind the face i used to see
a suggested proposition
an awkward rendetion
of sunlight in between four walls
and now the sun is gone and i must begin to set
i guess its safe to say we've lost
your sending jugs of water to a phantom fire call
so we'll drop the water to see it fall
it used to be where the sun woke over the mountain
now its where the sun hides