hatred
I hate the past
I can t see anything at all, all I see is me
that s clear enough
and that s whats important, to see me
my eyes can focus
my brain is talking
looks pretty good to me
my head s on straight, my girlfriend s beautiful
looks pretty good to me
sometimes I speak
tonight there s nothing to say
sometimes we freak
and laugh all day
hold these pages up to the light
see the jacknife inside of the dream
a railroad runs through the record stores at night
coming in for the deep freeze
Mary: a simple word, are you there in the country?
Yr eyes so full, yr head so tight
can t you hear me?
Remember our talk
that day on the phone?
I was the door, and you were the station
with shattered glass and miles between us
we still flew away in the conversation
my cup is full, and I feel okay
the world is dull, but not today
she think s she s a goddess
she says she talks to the spirits
I wonder if she can talk to herself?
If she can bear to hear it?
this is Eric s trip
we ve all come to watch him slip
he s slipping all the way to Texas
can you dig it?
(Eric says "The sky is blue...")
I see with a glass eye
the pavement view
a shadow forming, across the fields rushing
thru me to you
we tore down the world, and put up four walls
I breathe in the myth
I m over the city, fucking the future
I m high and inside yr kiss
we can t see clear
but what we see is a alright
we make up what we can t hear
and then we sing all night
scattered pages and shattered lights
a jacknife and a dream
there s something moving over there on the right
like nothing I ve never seen

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