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1.
February 7th
i
turned off the television set and decided to have an
in-depth
conversation with myself. we
haven't spoken in a week and a half, but
instead of words i will just make funny little noises
with my mouth. it's
all about being an artist, but
sometimes it's so hard to pay the rent.
na na na
hoo hoo na na na
more
constructive than silence, no
interruptions or disrespect from myself, but
we desperately need to communicate. i'm
beginning to wonder if you and i are ok. no
explanation necessary. no
explanation will ever do for you.
i
can stare at these flavored camp fires. i
will sit under all of these multi-colored christmas lights.
push my pen across a paper. let's
see how many songs i can write tonight. can
i turn this into a song? and
if i add a couple chords can i get you to sing along?
you
tell me that i will be famous. you
admit you're a little bit afraid that i will forget what
your name is. i
tell you that'll never happen. everytime
i sing this verse, you're the one that i am thinking
of. do you remember
february? when
it all began when it all came to a crashing end.
2. Butterfly
maybe
you haven't noticed me, but i'm the one sitting down
right
here. how could
i not notice you? i think i've seen your face a couple
times this year. i
wonder what your personality is like, are we the same?
your beauty intimidates me, and i wish i knew your name.
spread
your wings tonight and
i will call you butterfly.
i
could look into your eyes for the rest of the night,
but
first i need to find a way to get myself into your eyesight.
you look my way for a moment, i raise my hand and i wave.
you
are so colorful, i wish i knew your name.
spread
your wings tonight and
i will call you butterfly
3. Shakespeare's
Tuesday
shakespeare
wakes up from a deep sleep of dreams . he
can't wait to see who he'll be seeing late on this
tuesday evening. it's
a beautiful woman with a spirit like a bird. they've
got this incredible chemistry like a love story that
he wishes he could write. shakespeare
you see, is a poet and a play write. he's
working on this new project with words that he has
yet to find. he's
inspired by this one girl, and the confusion of her
love. at
1st the two of them were blind to see that they could
be so good for each other.
he
sat on the floor, she
sat on her ankles. she
cured his writers block while she was breaking his
heart. you
see she's got a second lover at home, but
shakespeare loves her more than the other, this he
knows, as
he writes her lyrics and poems.
for
years she's been in love with an average man, but
now she's falling for an artist, the poet at hand.
shakespeare writes and writes and writes and writes
and writes. he'd
love to see that beautiful bird but she is caged up
by that other man at the moment. she
told shakespeare she didn't want to hurt him. he
smiled at her and said my dear that will never happen. you're
only hurting yourself. the
tears i bleed will evaporate indeed before you come
to your senses.
shakespeare
and his fear of being alone is not stronger than his
fear of never being near his star crossed lover. he
tries to hide behind the quill of his pen, but
that woman is inside of him too deep for him to try
to forget her. days
go by without a written or spoken word, then
he says you know how you love to read all of my stories
about the pain people feel? well
i'm feeling that pain right now, right here in my heart. you
wouldn't happen to have a pen and a piece of paper
so i could write this one down.
4. Hazel
was
it something i said? was
it something i did? you
took it upon yourself to decide that you and i are
better as just friends.
when
the bluest blue of her eyes and the brown of mine combined
it
left me with this beautiful shade of hazel in my mind.
only i can see what she did to me, made
me need something
that she will never give to me, but
i swear i would give it to her. and
if i look a little disappointed, i am. if
i look a little heartbroken, i am. if
i look a little disappointed, i am. i
am hazel.
i
wanted to laugh, but it wasn't funny. i
wanted to hold you again, but you didn't want to hold
me. i wanted
to touch you, but you'd rather talk on the phone, and
when i'd call you up someone would say you're not home.
5. Candlelight
Dinner
she
said i'm sooo in circles johnny and
i haven't done anything today except cry. it seems my
heart has been dropped again, and it feels just like
i have been turned inside out.
things
are never as good or as bad as you think they are i said,
and he's a fool for being blind to all that beauty that
you have. it's o.k. to cry, but your face and your shirt
are all wet. take a deep breath and try to relax. i only
want you to be happy my friend. i only want all of your
sadness to end. take with me this medicine that i have,
you'll be so glad that you did.
it
was a candlelight dinner, pain killers and wine.
i gave her three pills, and i myself took five. i
was the king of the living room and she was the queen
of her eyes.
she
began to smile, she started having fun, then
she told me that her body was starting to get numb. she
spilt her red wine when she dropped her cup. i
remember getting
a towel, but no i did not clean it up. i
do not remember how the night ended. i
do not remember little things that i might have said.
i don't remember ever getting tired or going to bed.
it
seems we passed out on my bedroom floor. she
was using my stomach for a pillow and my back it was
so sore. the
music was loud and every light was on. we
woke up to the song pretty woman. i
only want you to be happy my friend. i
only want all of your sadness to end. take
with me this medicine that i have, you'll be so glad
that you did.
it
was a candlelight dinner, pain killers and wine.
i gave her three pills, and i myself took five. i
was the king of the living room and she was the queen
of her eyes.
6. Rubiks Cube
i
ate my breakfast with the breakfast club. i
would love to smell all of my scratch n' sniff stickers.
i learned to tie my shoes from the family ties. the
only love that i felt was the love boat.
i
peeled the stickers off my rubik's cube. give
me five minutes with molly ringwald, in a room. i
forgot my trapper keeper, forgot it at school, but
i still remember back when michael jackson was cool.
i
was told the facts of life from the facts of life. donkey
kong and mrs. pac man were my two best friends. i
learned how to spell watching e.t. and
lionel ritchie would be dancing on the ceiling all night
long.
7. Passenger
Seat
she
had all of her shit together, a
sense of humor good job, and a pretty white smile. she
said she's happy being single. you
see, the last boyfriend that she had totally fucked
her over.
he
was four years younger, a
little bit immature at the time, but she thought she
could change him. she
caught his ass in a web of lies, she
realized that she was blind. oh
she cried, and wanted to die. she
sped off in her car, but was in no condition to be
driving.
he
said he was sorry. i'm
a little bit totally confused about love at the time. i
know that i love you, but maybe somebody else too. i
know though in the end you are the one that i want
to be with.
she
said don't try, you've already lied. you've
broken something that could've been special in our
lives. i
would be a fool to settle on you. you
treated me like shit and now you are the one that is
crying.
he
writes in his journal...i know i'm the biggest fucking
idiot that has ever walked the earth. i would smash
my guitar and never write another song if
i could take back the crimes i committed against my
love.
"we'll
still get together" she said, "every now
and then, cuz i'm fucked in the head by you, and i
love how you make me feel."
and
then he said...please don't make love to me in the
passenger seat of your car. i
would rather be alone than doing this for no reason
at all. myself
i hate because i made a mistake. i
love you with all of my heart today, but
i'm afraid it is too late.
8. What about
Me?
she's
a sharp shard of glass in
my heart and the hardest thing to remove. she
hasn't done anything wrong, but
in my heart, i just feel that something isn't right.
it takes more to make me happy. it
takes more to make me happy than not fighting. so
i say, "what about me?"
she's
the ringing in my ear from a gun shot, 2 inches to the
left
and i would be dead. she
can talk the talk because she can walk the walk, but
i think if i had my choice i'd be walking alone.
she's
the apologetic letter that was never sent, a
treasure chest buried under a mile of muck. she's
crying and crying and wanting my love, but
it seems my heart belongs to another.
she
an opportunity never realized, an
invention that has yet to be invented. her
tears are drying on my neck. her
heart and my heart just didn't connect, and
i say, "what about me?"
9. Take that
with you
nobody
would ever believe it, what you did. that
overcast afternoon, when you laid in my bed. i
seemed to have somehow talked you into taking all of
your clothes off while
i volunteered to sit at the end of the bed and write
you a song. oh
how hard it is for me to concentrate and
my mind is flying so far away.
every
song that i hear on the radio reminds me of you and
that day that you were naked up in my room. you
can take that with you i
do not need it anymore.
10. Sunday Driver
step
on the gas. speed
it up just a little bit. today
is sunday so you feel like you've got to go for a drive.
try to realize, i'm trying to fly, wanna
pass your ass cuz you're going way too slow.
you
are my favorite sunday driver. never
go the speed limit, 5 or 10 under. i
see you rubber neckin' i see you looking everywhere but
the road. i
think you do not know where you are going.
the
peddle on the right, step
on it a little bit more than lightly, like you have been
for the last ten miles of my life. i
know you're not in a hurry to get anywhere. throw
me a bone and pull over onto the shoulder of the road.
how
was your brunch? did
it fill you all up? go
to the car wash with your big white cadillac. how
about a rummage sale? i sure could use a new bike seat.
i think i could peddle my ten speed faster than you are
driving.
you're
like a snail slurping down a country road, like
tapioca pudding oozing down a slight decline while
i want to fly. i
cannot wait to pass this guy
i'm
in the left lane going at oncoming traffic, mr.
cadillac stepped on the gas, he wants to race me and
erase me. i'm
too young to die, i'm gonna die, id better go slow, get
back in the right lane and follow.
you
are my favorite sunday driver. never
go the speed limit, 5 or 10 under. i
tried to show you up, you sped up to
65, and i almost died. that's
why you're my favorite sunday driver
11. Jack
hello,
my name is jack and
i live on the second floor, if
our dancing seems too loud, come
and knock on our door.
you
see we have three people living in this tiny apartment,
two
girls and myself. janet
works at the flower shop and
chrissy she's a ditz. i'm
a chef, my name is jack.
mr.
roper is our landlord. i'm
afraid to say he thinks i'm not straight. i
must do what i must do. if
he knew i was straight he wouldn't let me stay.
let's
go down to the regal beagle and see how much we can drink.
i
told larry to met us there. i
will try all night to pick up women. i'll probably get
lucky, if not
i've got two at home. my
hand is handcuffed to chrissy's. i
have seen janet in her nighty.
here
comes ralph furley in an orange body suit with
a scarf wrapped around his neck. chrissy
ate my cake for the bake-off, that was sitting in the
fridge. my life
is a wreck. mrs.
roper complains to me about her lack of sex life, all
of her clothes look like old bed sheets. we
have a roommate named terry, but i'm not sure how she
fits in. i'm
not really sure who she is, but
i know my name is jack.
12. Untouchable
i
truly do not know where to begin. should i start from
the start? or begin at the end? it's
getting harder to express my mind. i can't keep keeping
all of these feelings inside. i
want somebody, something that i can hold. it can't
be bought, it cannot be sold. she's
a cutie-pitootie, like a cube of warm ice, untouchable
tonight. she's
like an angel or a cloud up in the sky, untouchable
tonight. untouchable...why?
i'm
the one standing here naked. i was trying to dream you
see,
but then suddenly awakened. the
church bells out my window begin to start ringing. it's
all about a girl. it's
always about a girl. she's
the chorus of a song that i heard her singing, untouchable
tonight. she's
like a high ceiling and i do not have a ladder, untouchable
tonight. untouchable...why?
when
she was young she wanted to be just like madonna. now
she's
a little bit older and she doesn't really wanna. she
wants to smoke cigarettes and raise her hand in bed.
listen to me play my 11 string again and again. we
talk about music and our places in this world, but i
only wanted to get the girl. she's
like a divine moment that has brought me to my knees,
untouchable tonight. she's
an avalanche of love and now i cannot breathe, untouchable
tonight. untouchable...why?
13. Are you
reading this?
i
wrote you a letter to send to your old address. i
hope it gets forwarded to your new residence. how
are you doing? how have you been? i'm
sure that you are doing fine, just like you always have.
last time we talked of yourself and of your plans to
get a place to live, yourself and another man. are
things that good? are things that serious? it
seems like i'm the only one that has not forgotten about
us. probably
because things ended so bad.
are
you reading this friend that i made so sad? are
you reading this girl that i'm thinking of? it
seems that you are still the woman i love.
i
recently found a photograph that i took of you playing
with your blondish-brown hair just
like you always used to. on
your left hand, the finger next to the pinky you
are wearing a silver ring that you got from me. the
picture said a thousand words, but
it left me speechless.
are
you reading this friend that i made so sad? are
you reading this girl that i'm thinking of? it
seems that you are still the woman i love.
been
doing a lot of thinking and barely sleeping. when
i finally do close my eyes your face is what i see. so
how are things going with yourself and this new man?
is he still what you are looking for? are you still his
biggest fan? it
made me sick how you kept talking about his profession.
it
made me sick how you kept talking about his perfection.
what about all of those nights that we talked by candlelight?
what
about all of those night we didn't even fight? would
you let mr. right read this letter?
are
you reading this some guy that i've never met? are
you reading this mr. man i'm so jealous of? it
seems that you sleep with the woman that i love
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