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[ mood | indescribable ]

[ music | Crass...Do they owe us a living?]



I really don't know what to say...can she yell any louder?





Stealing down an ally on a cold dark night

I see a halo in the rain around the street light

I stop and look, and listen to the sound

As the raindrops penetrate the silence all around

Alone, I gaze into the glistening street

The distant thunder echoing my heartbeat

Urging me on to a secret goal

Away from the light from this lamp on a pole

So I turn, slip away into the rain

Drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane

Clutching the tools of my trade in my hand

An old box of matches and a gasoline can

Darkness envelopes the scene like a shroud

A veil of emptiness hangs from the clouds

Filling up the cracks in this desolate place

Cradled by the night in an icy embrace



Moving to the town like a ghost in the rain

A dim reflection in a dark window pane

Blackness beckons from every side

Creeping all around like an incoming tide

A broken window in an empty house

I slip inside and begin to douse

The whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire

And push back the night, taking me higher

On out of the darkness in a defeaning roar

The match in my hand is the key to the door

A simple turn of the wrist will suffice

To open a passage to paradise

I pause, I think about the past and the gloom

The smell of gasoline permeates the room

Everyone has a little secret he keeps

I light the fires while the city sleeps





The match makes a graceful arc to the floor

And time stands still as I turn for the door

Which explodes in a fireball and throws me to the street

I hit the ground running with the flames at my feet

Reaching for the night which recoils from the fire

The raindrops hiss like a devilish choir

Dying in the flames with a terrible sound

Calling all the names of the sleepers all around

But then in the arms of the night, they lay

Their dreams sprout wings and fly away

Out of the houses in a gathering flock

Swarming overhead as I hurry down the block

I make my escape with the greatest of ease

And savor the darkness, drop to my knees

And the lightless window, my hand on the latch

I reach in my pocket, and pull out a match

Let's all go in the river

A mirror for my disguise

To look at her makes me shiver

I can see right through her eyes in her mind

She is tongue tied, she won't make a sound

And believes she can only hide when I turn away

This imagery is haunting me

She won't fly away

She calls me so pleadingly

But I don't, but I don't know her name

Numb

I went down to the river

To wait for her to arise

I looked in the mirror

And sprinkled teardrops in her eyes

Numb, ahhhhh

CRYING LOUD

YOU'RE CRAWLING ON THE FLOOR

JUST A BEAUTIFUL BABY,

YOU'RE NOTHING MORE

CLOSE YOUR EYES,

YOU'RE CRAWLING INTO SLEEP

I SWEAR I WON'T BREAK YOU

IF YOU LET ME TAKE YOU

WHERE THE WILLOWS NEVER WEEP

WHERE THE WILLOWS NEVER WEEP



COMING QUICK INTO YOUR WONDERLAND

FLYING HIGH ON BLEACHED WHITE SAND

TRANQUILIZED BY LIGHTS

YOU LOSE YOUR WAY

WELL JUST COME WITH ME

AND I'LL MAKE YOU SEE

WITH ME YOU'LL WANT TO STAY

CAN BABY COME OUT TO PLAY



CIRCUS LIGHTS ARE SHUTTING SLOWLY DOWN

BUT STILL YOU'RE UP IN THE AIR,

AND LOVING YOUR WINGS

MY DEAR YOU PLAY THE CLOWN

YOU'RE STILL UP IN THE AIR

AND LOVING YOUR WINGS

WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN WHEN YOU COME DOWN

[ mood | depressed ]

[ music | Jefferson Airplane...Plastic Fantastic Lover ]







My name is Misty, I am but three,

My eyes are swollen, I can not see,

I must be stupid,

I must be bad,

What else could have made my daddy so mad?

I wish I were better, I wish I weren’t ugly,

Then maybe my Mommy would still want to hug me.

I can’t speak at all I can’t do a wrong,

Or else I’m locked up al the day long.

When I awake I’m all alone,

The house is dark my folks aren’t home.

When my Mommy does come I’ll try to be nice,

So maybe I’ll get just one whopping tonight.

Don’t make a sound!

I jut heard a car; my Daddy is back from Charlie’s Bar.

I hear him curse, my name he calls.

I press myself up against the wall.

I try and hide from his evil eyes.

I’m so afraid now I’m starting to cry.

He finds my weeping, he shouts ugly words,

He say’s that it’s my fault that he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits and yells at me more.

I finally get free and run for the door.

He’s already locked it, and I start to bawl.

He takes me and throws me against the hard wall.

With my bones nearly broken,

And my Daddy continues with more bad words spoken.

“I’m sorry!” I scream, but it’s now much too late,

His face has been twisted in unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain again and again,

Oh please God have mercy, Oh please let it end.

And he finally stops and heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless,

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Misty,

I am but three,

Tonight my Daddy,

Murdered me.