Hello
eyes to the ground
can make no sense of anything
another day
the usual mess that starts again
and here i stand
invisible, trying not to care
why don’t you reach me out and say… hello?
Stories Left Untold
found a cheap hotel in the upper west side ten minutes walk from central park dry weather, thick air the ongoing cars on saturday night could you take a picture of us? just in front of this building here found my cheeseburger heaven! suddenly the light of the day on a ferry to liberty island i’m buying memories, buying them stories left untold moments never shared the things we should have known stories left untold it breaks my heart in two the things we should have done i’m sorry, i don’t speak chinese i got lost in chinatown fancy a dried shrimp, sir? throwing a dim-sum party in canal st somehow back in the upper side we stare at some warhol’s art then step into a cab italy is a nice place isn’t it? saw a rock band playing in a bar, sounds fun as a matter of fact, we should be going now still in time to watch the sun coming up
Days of Summertime
i still remember sun
shining through the ancient trees
blue sky saw it all
i still remember kids
they were playing down the street
dreams were almost gone
i still remember
time that sleeps away
once again
days of summertime
i still remember now
the loud ticking of the clock
when i was alone
i still remember how
how i tried to forget
couldn’t fill the hole
i still remember
voices in my head
days of summertime
days of summertime
sweet days of summertime…
Bright Lights, Big City
big red eyes
behind the shades
what a day
birds of prey
upon my head
twisting fate
bright lights, big city
office pain
caffeine death
need to shave
pour a drink
put some ice
snort the line
El Muerto
he walked into the town
cowboy boots loud on the ground
the old man with the gun
soon policemen were all around
“there’s no place to hide!”, he said
“put the pistol down!”, they yelled
broke into some bar
he pictured spits and sheriff’s stars
he clumsily drew his gun
“i’m gonna make you all fucking burn!”
and when he fired a shot
a fancy “bang!” on a flag
was all he got
someone fired a shot
a bang of death on the head
is all he got
Down Below
i lie awake at night
i’m so curious to know
what happens down
down below
there’s a place
it has no name
way down underground
down below,
the world is turned upside down
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