Junk ‘n Stuff

The Railway turns again
Remembrance begun to evaporates
Where, how, why
It ends up in low key voice of comply

Go look for it in an appointed place
let the officials there say it in your face
Batter u up till you cant say no more
Idealism smashed, dreams left ashore

Dum Dum Dum ignorance is bliss
come come come let it all be done please
I’ve said it before that there’s no room for suprises
So lay it bare in front let me timed the dances

No suitcase comes to my avail
maybe it got lost in the plane of steel
i’ll just wait in front of the rail
for another package that i can steal

I don’t know what to say
Every time I wake with this agonizing strain
You were meant to stay
Keep discarding what I’ve done too much and too long

Go away, find another prey
You disappoint me, thought you liberate me
Maybe now, maybe tomorrow
I have to say that you’re no longer allowed to stay

Look up, stare me in this soggy eye
You castrate my better half with your pitying glare
Better endowed, better cut it out
This horrifying blessing with nothing left to bare

Suck, this complicating residue
Suck, this walloping gesture of virtue
Suck, I never thought we’ll end like this
Suck, I see you through, I’ll sure miss you

Fuck…, this is gonna hurt

Find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me feel good
When things behind the smiles ain’t okay

Around and over and in-between the seas
I need to be on top of a mountain
Where I can be see everything
Cause this paranoia’s getting old

Now as I open my eyes to start another day
I’m in a pile of puke
Empty bag of execuses
My love for friends and family
you know I need them

And under a sun that’s seen it all before
My feet are so cold
And I can’t believe that I have to bang my head against this wall again
But the blows they have just a little more space in-between them
Gonna take a breath and try again.

(Walk, Blind Melon)

F**k all this melancholic melodrama
I’m gonna go out again tomorrow
F**k all this patronizing empathy
I’m gonna screw someone again tomorrow
F**k all this sexual thoughts
I’m gonna see lefty again tomorrow
F**k all this drug temptations
I’m gonna kick again tomorrow
F**k all this self- loathing B.S.
I’m gonna feel the same again tomorrow
F**k all this confessional junk
No changes will come tomorrow

(F**k all this profanity censorship)