Sunday, September 14, 2008

ANALYZE THIS, MIGUEL DE SANTIAGO

these are the lyrics I was looking for.

also, these droids? totally mine. yeah, and I don't share my droids. YOU WOULDN'T ASK A CHEF FOR HER KNIVES OR A MECHANIC FOR HER SOCKET WRENCH SO DON'T TOUCH THE STEAMPUNK PIRATE's DROIDS, OKAY? they open pickle jars for her when she's too hungover to do it for herself.

internetz, WHY IS THERE NOT A CONVENIENT, EASY TO FIND WAY TO SEARCH LYRICS ESPECIALLY ANI DI FRANCO ONES BECAUSE I NEED THEM ALWAYS AND I AM SICK OF YOUR FRACKING POP UP ADS.

coming up.


coming up

our father who art in a penthouse
sits in his 37th floor suite
and swivels to gaze down
at the city he made me in
he allows me to stand and
solicit graffiti until
he needs the land i stand on

i in my darkened threshold
am pawing through my pockets
the receipts, the bus schedules
the matchbook phone numbers
the urgent napkin poems
all of which laundering has rendered
pulpy and strange

loose change and a key
ask me
go ahead, ask me if i care
i got the answer here
i wrote it down somewhere
i just gotta find it

i just gotta find it

somebody and their spray paint got too close
somebody came on too heavy
now look at me made ugly
by the drooling letters
i was better off alone
ain't that the way it is
they don't know the first thing
but you don't know that
until they take the first swing

my fingers are red and swollen from the cold
i'm getting bold in my old age
so go ahead, try the door
it doesn't matter anymore
i know the weakhearted are strongwilled
and we are being kept alive
until we're killed

he's up there the ice
is clinking in his glass
he sends me little pieces of paper
i don't ask
i just empty my pockets and wait

it's not fate
it's just circumstance
i don't fool myself with romance
i just live
phone number to phone number
dusting them against my thighs
in the warmth of my pockets
which whisper history incessantly
asking me
where were you


i lower my eyes
wishing i could cry more
and care less,
yes it's true,
i was trying to love someone again,
i was caught caring,
bearing weight


but i love this city, this state
this country is too large
and whoever's in charge up there
had better take the elevator down
and put more than change in our cup
or else we
are coming
up

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