May 25, 2008

bones of generations

If I felt like it
I could ride back over to yer place
That little room with nothing on the walls
And wooden alligators at the foot of the bed
That little room
With yer tiny cactus growing and yer new microphone just singing by itself on a
stand
If I felt like it I could stay here and work on more music with my lo fi cobbled
together system of lunacy and bitterness
I stir with a wood stick or a spiritual cock to brew up a love exaggerated
Which stands to protect me from void
As movies never do
As books fill with dust
As bike trails still watch my ghost zooming up and down away from some sickly
demon
Never getting anywhere

Last night eating vegetarian food
Before u beat me 2 out of 3 games in pool
(The single lamest tournament of all time)
I had this strange and if you’ll forgive me epic thought

How intimate can a relationship get?
And isn’t pain the root of intimacy?
Like that of a child to a parent
Doesn’t that child learn and know his parents pain like it was his own?
And doesn’t it become his own?
And isn’t that the real bond?
Isn’t that the real love?
Isn’t that what we call family?
The pain connecting thru generations
Like ligaments attached to bones
A skeleton, which grows thru time
Thru thousands of years
I know my father so well
I know my mother too
Love is here also
Don’t get me wrong
But I am my father at 10 years old
Dejected in some room
Afraid to go outside
And I am also me here now
Thinking that those were strange thoughts to have with vegetarian food
I am also
Me as old
When none of this matters
Or maybe when it matters more
The spin of karma
The dance of samsara
Rock n roll is a joke
But I tell it really well
Maybe I’ll ride thru those dark streets
And we can watch something on the internet and breath in time until dawn comes
back up
And we fall asleep again
So that the wooden alligators may become real
And play with our feet
As yer mic hums a little lullaby
To a couple of damned angels
In this country of no country
And in this world of no world
As dreams move like snakes thru the eyeholes of our skulls
And then down thru the bones of generations