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When I wake up
I want to break up
I want to break up
My hands are made of crumpled glass
Wrapped around an ugly black wreath of tar
The core beneath
Is like heavy rotten wood
I cant touch
Anything
Without it getting
****ed up
My eyes are like
dirty paint
That does not relect the light
But seems to absorb it instead
I take heavy steps
Down to a local place
And I walk round and round
And then come back again
The eye of the sky
Blazes down myopically
Above me
Bleaching everything
With dirty sallow light
From where you are
You never go so far
From where you came
As you might wish
I can close my eyes
And see myself back
At the old house, the
Ugly red and white wallpaper
Covered in hand prints and
The pattern of shadow
As a sudden gust of wind
Catches an ugly curtain
And the unclean light
Dances unhappily against
The smudged faded wallpaper
A thump and a bump
A nump and a thump
Get in my face
Really, I want you to
Get right up in my face
Grap my shirt and shake it and tear it
I'll pick up a telephone, headset and all
And smash it right into teh centre of your
Face
Yeah, that would be good
Oh, that would be good
Its good to talk
You know
Its good to talk
I'll talk this green plastic sack
Thats filled with beer cans
And dump it on your car
Cos I have always had a flare
For irony
Oh mother, oh mother
My eyes are full of water
I need something
To tie around my face
And keep it all in
I'll wash my hands
I'll clean off the tar
I'll pick out th glass
I'll chip away the strong rotten wood
The shape of the log
We used to sit down upon
And eat supper together
Sometimes
Sometimes
Oh, it was beautiful
Those summers
The motorcycle speedway
Droning in the sweet evening air
I loved the pollution
And I'll break up the wood
I'll take it to the back
Of the last place I lived
And burn it real quick
Run off if the fire
Gets out of hand
And underneath
is just this boy
This poor fat boy
I am everything
That has ever happened to me
There was not enough of myself
To not become
A sum of my disappointment
I know a girl
Who'd hair doesnt curl
Oh, I know a girl
I know a girl
She has her own car
She has her own star
It exists
Because3 she does
She has her own car
She lives under a star
THat is very far away
And you cant actually see
But its there all right
I've heard it whispering
Sometimes
Usually at night
Out walking
These street
Far away from the woods
Of my youth
Out walking these streets
I stay out of the way
Of the odd wheeling drunk
Of the odd joy rider
Every house on every street
Keeps its secrets from me
Let's go to a bar
Let's go to a bar
No, dont drive
We may as well
Make a night of it
And get propper mashed
You dont have to work tomorrow
DO you?
Do you?
Star, car, bar
Bar, Star, Car
Car, Car, Car
I wish I could drive your car
Just once
Up to the cliff
Where me and my father
Used to eat fish and chips
When I was a boy
And when he was a man
Before all the hate
And everything
The stars tonight
Will crackle with the same untidy light
Meaningless and tidy
Enveloped in an everything
Of darkness, coldness, nothing
Once all the lights have gone out
The space will remain
Uncaring, unknowing
Oh, it frightens me
Thats why I hate their stars
Im scared of their smallness, their tiny life span
Their irrelevance
I'll tidy up my face
Rub away the scars
If I walk from here to the
First place I ever kissed a Girl
I'd be there before dark
If I set out right now
If I start out right now
I once wrote a book
The main character
Never appeared
Her name was Aleshia Star
Thats Star, not Starr
oh
oh
So literal
so self exposed
I want to live
I want to live
And be happy and free
And kiss the grass
And kiss the grass
Get it right in my teeth
Get it right in my teeth
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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