led there by chaos
same reason all the rest of them are where they are now
just a feather in the breeze
gum on a shoe
pinball in the machine
wish you could tilt, don’t yah?
and it all was this behind the lens movie-beast
right there in front of him with scanning eyes
and a stone face, so quiet with his bottle
easily led and now where are you?
you let the breeze take you too far
but keep going
this is when it gets good, pally
you’ll be learnin’ somethin’ they’ve just never heard of
and when you’re looking at the stars
they’ll be starin’ at bubbles in their broken coffee cups
ah, this city’s so romantic
with all of its open windows, and those fire escapes to the rooftops, baby
we’ll drink wine up there and watch the lights go out
and when it’s all burnin’ orange and foggy
and our eyes are all wet and smilin’
we’ll be back in our skin, kid
back in the world, swimmin’
keep it up, all those cracks won’t fix themselves
let’s not forget you’re hopeless, pinin’ away
i know you never felt that way before, mama, just tell it like it will
those big glass eyes wont offer you a passin’ glance the way you’ve been projectin’
you’re messin’ it all up son, this feature isn’t so clear
where’s that violet dress, where’s that warm cup of tea?
who are these actors and actresses anyway? they just playin’ themselves?
that music isnt going to save you sweetheart,
and young pigeon face ain’t hearin’ your heartbreak
wipe away that darkness, sugar, wipe away those questions
what have i told you about spinnin’ them wheels?
the lord must have put somethin’ inside of you, left you to buckle under that weight
young atlas
black and blue boy
who put those bruises on you and your friends?
and why do you seek each other?
i taught you to do everything by yourself
who are you talking to?
who is talking to you?
what is this voice?
i feel it, diabolic
like some kind of shadow
like a ghost haunting passion
staring at the screen
with that blank pale porcelain face
picturing himself as the speechless actor
behind the locked gate
So far, so good, Chicago
i see you with you’re tattoos, making love to that sky
showin’ me how to keep my back straight
how to keep that glide in my walk
fixin’ those holes in my boots
sometimes all i can think is, “you’re pretty”
and you know words never meant a thing anyway
right, my brother?
you catch me drifting?
I know im not the one
but boy could i use your peace of mind
waste of lungs, if you ask me
did you come looking for a practice round?
did you come looking for practice?
i bet you found all your set ups around here
all starry faced and dreadlocked
i bet you are on your way to purpose, you beauty
you tree
you’re lightning through my nerves, you feel me?
I’ve already been through the whole thing, the whole scene
there ain’t no reason to find me now, but ill be keepin’ up
buggin me,
you haven’t been watchin’ me have you, baby?
no, you look to cool and casual, floatin’ in seats, sippin’ your dreams
writin’ your love in poetry, you don’t have snake skin,
you’re just light
yeah yeah, i know, just bouncin’ around
just sleepin’ awake
just fishin’ for a good time, just havin’ fun
look it, out there, you see that, dont you?
sad sad sad, awfully sad
then you’re fine, and then you ain’t got nobody, buddy
i know you feel there ain’t no reason to complain
i hear you, darlin’
there sure ain’t enough sufferin’ to go around
you share that now, you share
you be just fine
you sleep now
sleep on this city’s lap
keep your head up young one
you’d think he has a crown of thorns
you’d think that boy has cancer
ain’t nothin but what is, babe
ain’t nothin but right now with me
It’s just you and me, baby
what is it you wanted?
feelin a little cleaner are we?
still breathin aren’t yah?
i hear that wheeze but you gonna be just fine, doll
i can hear it in the air
i knew when you walked in the room
been dealin with it, holdin it back
know what im sayin?
keepin it for yourself
then you started sayin those words
oh my, those words were hateful
all bullshit this and bullshit that
with that train goin by over our heads
you talked right through it
you heard yourself
and started cryin’ like you needed to
my dear goofy friend
get that devil out of your ear
listen to those song birds singing out
over the corn fields
clear your mind child
you dont have to be here
but i want you to breathe
through your nose now, hon
out your mouth, good
In… One
Out… Two
In… Three
Out… Four
that’s it
a little shinier now
now, baby, get to work, smoke that city down to your fingers.