D.O.A.
Dead on arrival
Game of survival
Getting by on light beer & Turkish cigarettes
Smoke, drink, smoke again, drink again
The game’s to be sold, not told
Sorry i had to put the girls on hold
The drugs don’t work anymore
Numb, dead, smoked out brain rot
Brain cells down to a half one left
Look out & it’s so pretty, but inside so foggy
Two shots to the dome
Give a dog a bone
The dog hid his bone then lost it
i write to the degenerates
i wish the world was less technologically driven
Read a book & shut the fuck up or something
This whole thing’s played out
She rails a line to feel something
He’ll sell his soul for sex
The cemeteries & hospitals are all too crowded
Jewish lawyers saving the condemned
I’m over here in my beautiful cut of a wasteland
Drinks at casinos, sex in hotels
The good people of the world praying to God
Somehow got to get out of the mud
A spliff would set me right
Feeling jaded, hardly an intellectual
Smoke, drink, smoke again, drink again
Soccer moms in momma vans
Some asshole with a spray tan
Conversation sparked with the local junkie
Punk kids skating getting stopped by mall cops
Broken hearted sentiments
Half retarded essence
Pour me up 3 shots quick
Cigarette smoke at the old corner store
Old man about to meet the coroner
And the local junkie still pops rocks
Don’t show your cards
Grief is the underlying theme
Not sad, jus bored
Let them burn me at the stake
While i’m burning, i’ll light a cigarette
The girl crosses her legs at the DMV
The best smoke i ever had at 4 a.m.
Maybe i should watch more sunrises
i need a slit wrist tatted bitch
Get high off the sad shit
Nothing nowhere, nothing nowhere
Buzzed off substance
Most shit’s got no substance
Days Wear On & The Thrill Is Gone
most days, we’re jus trying to get through them. days roll past like the cars. the cemeteries are full. and we try to numb the pain of everything. rarely check the news… i jus brew up another coffee, smoke a cigarette, sit back & read, then play a vinyl or two. days wear on & the thrill is gone. the girls came & went like the cigarettes. too caught up in screens. art is all we have left. dog days ahead, hibernating in the heat. pop a pill, pull the covers over my head & hope the days disappear. nothing hits like a beer, a quick shot & heartbreak. i want to leave society into the snowy alps. i want to be high off one substance or another. is there anything after this life? coffee with half & half. coming to terms with some kind of Hell.
Despondency
Down bad
Overcast settles in
Smoke jus something to do
Coffee on my breath
Dog days of summer ahead
Hibernate until it’s cold again
A shot or two
Anything to numb any feeling
Broken hearted
Dearly departed
Seems like you have them & then you don’t
Ghost town cigarettes
No brain cells
Jus a degenerate
Light goes out & sleep forever
Light comes up & sip black tea
Back to doing nothing
Back to bumping music
Back out going to the corner store
The drugs don’t work anymore
Used to nothing
Clear the head
Better off dead
Left on read
Vape in bed
Drain out bad energy
Take my meds
Suffer on
Fade away
Face the black days
Tow the line
Find the hidden meaning: some secret essence
Zach Bryan at the bar
Someone playing 8 ball pool
Dead ends everywhere
All we needed was space
Dwell on the space within everything
Godspeed
A writer’s mind is not cluttered
It’s almost blank
And the next things to come up
Get typewritten by God in their mind
I sit & stab away at literature
Maybe not a stab, but i heavily sink into it
Whether to some avail or none
Helps to clear things up
Some song plays
& i write
Because, if i don’t
My head either withers like a dying tulip
Or blows up like some girl mad at me
A drag is jus relief from the static
And this vinyl softens the blow
And the coffee heats up my cold heart
How comfortable are you with doing nothing?
Really, are you alright with being nothing?
Who am i kidding, we can’t go back to nobody
It’s 2003 & Postal Service jus released Give Up
Good Cheers
Iced cold beer & good cheers
To many more through all of the years
Karma holding up, bodhisattva dharma
Medusa seduces you
Her eyes speak in slithered seductive tongues
Window peering into the soul
Pier 39 & the bread & cheese, sea & ecstasy
Reefer skates next to the forbidden reef
Focus your mind on something
Let her take your mind off something
Thing one, thing two… do you, do you
Smoke to subside the daily faults as they lie
Who you are is the truth like a flower in full bloom
Sucked into the void… exploded mind dissipates
Chipping away in the valley to find the way out
She looks angelic… pretty little graceful creature
Smokes some spliff & settles into the universe
Takes you down, takes you around, brings you up
The taxi in the distance heading nowhere fast
Stops here & there & back to the crash pad
Flowers on her door step & bedside letters
I’m right here baby, i’m always right here
Porch Smoke Blues
Death wish coffee
Death wish rhythm
Somber skies
Graveyard blues
Nothing lasts
Corner store loiterer
Bitter sweet reminiscer
Lost in the wave
Girl from the rave
Save your soul
Rid yourself of your oppressor
She’ll steal your heart
He’ll criticize your art
Vanity of life
Banes of existence
Any last words?
At some point your heart dies
Skull is bleeding out
The world fades to grey
The blues is all i know
The blues is all i know
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