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she is strong and she is clever and she’ll stand by
me no matter what i say
and i think you could stand to be a little less mean. will you talk about
me to your friends?
will you stay up late and giggle and scream? will you gossip till you can’t
take it and grab a
pillow and hug it tight against your chest? will you wish that it was me?
will you be my Dana Scully? i was thinking about going as Mulder for Halloween
please don’t run when things get hard, and i’ll try to be a little
less “me”
take me away from all of this, and make me forget all of this
how long till it runs dry? (i don’t know)
how long can i survive? craving something true to life
leaving all this noise behind. how long until we drown? (i don’t know)
how long will we be around? please don’t ask me why (don’t think
you’re so civilized)
she’s there waiting for me (green as far as i can see)
living out among the apes, i’m feeling like i finally found my place
me, the jungle, and Jane. under African moonlight, i’m gonna marry that
girl alright
me, the jungle, and Jane
under skies of baby blue, i’ll love you if you ask me
to. picnics and parades,
lullabies and lemonade, married in the afternoon, under skies of baby blue
under skies of violet, i’ll help you put the kids to bed. signing the
report card,
Sunday’s in the backyard, barbequing beef brochettes under skies of
violet
in time you’ll be my wife and i will make you proud
in time we’ll build a life, raise it up from this here ground
under skies of cloudy grey, i’ll love you when we’re old and grey.
holding on to you dear,
living out our gold years spinning through the milky-way. under skies of cloudy
grey
under skies of baby blue, like the time i first met you. no reason to be blue
dear,
after all of these years i am still in love with you. under skies of baby
blue
on a chair in her room is a scrapbook full of things she meant
to do
she died at three AM on Madison street, and left a house filled up with broken
dreams
maybe when i die, i’ll leave nothing behind. she had a garden full of
private thoughts and secret memories.
if you could fit my life into a suitcase, then i wouldn’t care at all
but if you could fit my life into a sentence, then i have wasted it all
clip this bird from her wire. a fickle fondling of fragile fire. a silent
sanctuary left in ease,
to bicker over things they’ll never need. maybe when i die, i’ll
find some peace and quiet
slit the throat of status quo and buckle at the knees. i’ve done my
duty well and good,
accumulated all i could. i buy and consume everything just to leave it all
behind
it’s an anchor, it’s a weight
it keeps you docile, keeps you here to stay
all her life she wanted something more
the hardest part is getting out your door
Gather around and I’ll tell you a tale, I hope you catch
the irony
I’d hate to be perpetually so cynical and stale, but it’s just
so fun for me
At 10 Christopher Robin promises that we’ll always be friends
Then leaves out the green door, never to return again
30 years down the road, Christopher Robin closes a business deal
to cut down the hundred acre woods and put condos there instead
his reasons for them: “I want a big screen TV; I want a brand new SUV”
that’s just good business when you’re selling out your friends
to make a quick buck,
Throwing away your memories and keeping up with the Jones’
All I ask is that you hold me in your heart forever
All you heard was hold me in your heart today
And old Chris Robin…will he be coming back again?
No, he found a new place to play
All I ever wanted was truth
At 10 Jackie Paper promises that we’ll always be friends
Then leaves out the cave door never to return again. 30 years down the road
Jackie Paper
owns an oil company. one night its ship hits the rocks off the shore of Honah
Lee
Jackie Paper checks the numbers, and Jackie Paper’s profit margins say
let it be…as the oil chokes
off the last of his kind the dragon says: all I ask is that you hold me in
your heart forever
all you heard was hold me in your heart today, and old Jack Paper…will
he be coming back here?
No, he found a new place to play. All I ever wanted…It seems to me that
when things get ripe
they’re really rotting. It seems to me that maybe it’s the same
with growing up
All I ask is that you hold me in your heart forever. All you heard was hold
me in your heart today
But all of our old friends…will they be coming back again? No, they
found a new place to play
All I ever wanted was truth
in case of fire, please break my heart. you can be set free,
guilt free
i found you in my breakfast. you were the prize within the box
i dumped you out into my cereal bowl and brushed you off and put you on the
counter
now i got you where i want. will you come to my birthday party? will you bring
a hand picked gift?
if i smile will you smile? then we’ll smile like it’s meant to
be...you know, that could be my gift
will you invite me to sunday breakfast? will you make me talk to your mother?
i will talk to her
about her flowers, her dishes, her brothers, and her socks. i will talk with
her about the weather
but you don’t seem to notice my wounds. you can be so mean. in case
of fire, please break my heart
you can be set free, guilt free
will you be my Dana Scully? i was thinking about going as Mulder for Halloween