Was asked to write some lyrics to a song. One thing led to another. Planning to make a Slint
type song. If possible.
Pray to the great god, Aspirin :
Can't see not two steps ahead
Arched backs quivering
With light padded footfalls,
Darting corners of my eyes
They dance to the moonlight
Evading past with formality
With bodies out of sight,
Is it a wonder I doubt my sanity?
A crunch - snapped twig.
One of them - a false move.
The others hiss - inhuman.
Till once more - silence.
Silently wishing away
This pathogenic disease,
and autocracy over my thoughts
Faux prophets wont save me; have they ever?
Can't this world but pause,
Just so, my leftovers would tumble
From our collective ashtray
And out into the freudian slip
T'you I sound like a cynic fatalist,
Drunk full tip of cheap chinese beer
I am neither -I recite- grabbing another bottle
I consider myself the only true realist
These casual chains that compel us to muck
Pray to the great god, Aspirin
Whilst cursing me dumb, dumb luck
Blaming it on predisposition ;a guiltless sin.
Cage me and I would bleed
Bleed not blood, but
An acid thicker than mud
Out of my achin' burning gut.
May the living, here; seen or unseen
Find more use of it than I have,
A begotten curse to what was a gift
Gone awry, awry, awry.
With arthritic movement I am aware
How badly my bodily functions fare
Once more I curse loudly without a care
Swirling my arms akin to a dancing flare.
They're back ; knives in sheaths
What nasty shit stuck between me teeth
From licking up grime,
To sustain me last few chimes.