Renée make a promise to me, let your hair grow to your knees, and I will not be far, you'll not be in harms way, Renée. The stragglers bring mud to your door, and trouble for all those who mourn, but do not answer it, stay inside and leave the lights unlit, and night and day I watch you hide away Renée. Oh, the full moon, can't afford the pull that's coming from the likes of you. And oh, to tell you. I bet it said, "if it wasn't for me, the waves won't come." High in its bed it goes moving with your moving car, it said, "the hardest part is getting older, the hardest part is getting old." Renée you've a way to row, through a lake of fire and fog of cigarette smoke. The dirt-eating moon, don't hurt her, be good.
I wouldn't mind if you left me here, standing on the other side of a locked door in a big, big fire. There comes a time when you decide if you fight it off or learn to die, I'm fine. This city pulls itself around me. It pries apart so it can see what you and I have taken, but it hasn't taken anything. I couldn't lie if I wanted to 'cause all I'm wont to do is hide out away from you. If it's white and it's piled high enough so I can float like smoking paper. You can stay, or you can breathe, two or three until you make it to the street. You can wait and you can scream but that won't keep you from burning. I wouldn't mind if you left me here burning.
To give yourself a little bit of hope's a lie, you said, "we're just spinning where we stand." And if you cling to tokens for your life you find you wind up with imaginary men. Static transmit me to the other side of another room in pieces. Like a steady beating, the summer hurts.
The telescopic pull of what you know's a lie, it's broken down 100,000 times. The parts collapse, in caving they're inside the atmosphere, we're carving out our names into the air. You are a runner, the steady balance as you're gaining in speed, a photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet. And it won't be over until the big, backhand of the sun, beats the tar out of the road you are on until it's won you, the summer hurts. And as for all your suffering you won't escape the sting until you're buried in the ground. The beauty that you breathe into the air won't clear your name you have been sinning since the day you came around. You are a runner...
It's too bright out, the heat dries my eyes out and we, we turn over, we turn over like a wheel. No one stays here besides devils and rockscalers, and they know better, they are gonna disappear but we'll be here. We will be here. Under the rough that grows itself outward toward the four corners of the earth, not downward. There is no water under the gravel, there are no wet-throated travelers. And we turn over, we turn over like a wheel. Under the traps of scavengers, bat your eyes and you are wrapped up in them. Kicking of limbs and wriggling endlessly won't set you free, you are a tumbleweed, a jumble of feeble parts, can you even see in
the dark? You're carrying all that you own, carrying all that you own and on and on and we turn over, we turn over like a wheel. We turn over, we turn over like a wheel.
Bells and Whistles
I could've sworn, there was a time, when we believed that we could measure out a line just how we wanted it, so we could live just as long as anybody ever did. But I was wrong to lie like that, I was wrong to lie like that. When the air was so cold that it smelled sweet on your coat, and the concrete got swollen and roared and it swallowed you whole. I said, "don't try to argue with it, it will take you home, it's just another road under the one you used to know." But I lied to you, I didn't have a choice but to, I lied, I lied to you. And I can't hide forever and remain ashamed of it. I can't cover my hands and tell you not to blame me, that you are a speck in a pile of dust. And everything you love will turn into crumbs so stop worrying, worrying, worrying love, stop worrying, worrisome love. And the bells and the whistles make deafening sounds. And you can see an ending, it's clear as a bell. When the sound of your headache is louder than hell, in the bend of a note you're alone. In the bend of a note you're alone, you're alone, so don't waste it all, Worrisome.
Oh California, I tried to warn ya, the earth is gonna quake before ya. You'll be real sorry but it won't be sorry, the dirt is gonna crack and split you in two. Then you'll be halved and you'll have to find a match that fit your guts, it hurts so much but it keeps your blood in. Watch out they'll swarm ya, the bees that were born way too early, wakened by the swirling. Cover your nose up, they'll fill all your holes, they will weigh you down with honeycombs and though, it'll be your one chance to be sweet, you'll be a thankless home for ungrateful drones who will churn your bones to butter. And you're not coming home, no you've got plenty more in you don't ya, so please go easy and breathe some clean air for me. Oh California, I hate to inform ya, now waves are crashing coming toward ya. Soaking your pals and dragging them out, you're the only
straggler grabbing onto the shore. But all the salt's pooled in your ears, it's all your fault I tell ya, listen will ya, can't you hear me baby. And you're not coming home, no you've got plenty more in you don't ya, so please go easy and breathe some clean air for me. And if I'd only known how to warn you, I'd pull you undertow if I had to, but I'm too lazy and you're too stubborn baby.
Oh you shouldn't fall inside the hole with your old girl and no, it's not your fault, you are a wonder, you are a wonder. And the damned daylight is slow when you're worrying how long it'll be 'til you go. Outside the garbage is piled up way too high, I wouldn't blame you if you leave, it's not the way your world's supposed to be. And when the coals are on your seat, and it's taking all of me to breathe, I tell you run but you stay right here. Just like the taste behind my teeth, and like the bullet in my knee, you keep me, darlin' you keep me from up and sinking in the sand. And like the buzzing of a lamp, and like the aching in my aching hands, you are the constant in my constant, you are the salty air in my sail.
Call me from the capital, only together as you try to come off. When you need me, it's half a world to reach me. Selfishly your permanent
drain, I am trapped inside the places we're the same. I know that it's trying and you're tired of hearing it, but nobody else has time to listen how to. So can you please do it for me, this'll be the last that I ask I promise. Eleonora, it's fine you know I never wanted to ignore ya. Sleeping on hard wood is harder when you're hardly any good and every sound hits so much louder than it should. Where's the one who'll make the ringing go away? You're built of much sturdier stuff, while I'm piled high and loose and could use some luck. I know you've been dying to move forward, but no one can make it go away the way you do. So can you please do it for me, my monument is my failure to answer. Eleonora, it's fine you know I never wanted to ignore ya. Oh won't you kindly pick the pins and needles off me, Eleonora.
These two back teeth are ground meat I barely slept this week, but you're lovely in the morning all reminding me why I should be sorry. Say, "I love your brain but I hate it when it pushes me away." Well it's been down so now you're finally finding out that I'm not supposed to get better but I said I won't be quite like this forever 'cause I'm a liar and a thief. Well there's an easy way to wind your watch, come here and take it off, I'll keep it safe in the back where I can clean it, I mean it, there is no time like the present, or something just as stupid. I'll tell ya I could make you happy, I could make you coffee when I wake up if you haven't made some already. There's a ticking but it's subtle and you'd barely even notice but you'll know it when your eyes they start to focus. Until then, I'm around in a hot room by myself, organizing all the ways that I could take all of the things you love away. So I put it on you 'cause it's easier to do, I'll watch you smoke until you know me, 'til you're dizzy and you're lonely, make the move, I am leaving it up to you.
Journey to the Center of the Earth
A can of cola, an unfilled bathtub for dirty bodies and storing empties. The land-line's nagging, the mail is scattered on the floor, and through a keyhole of a triple bolted door, it's melodrama, it's confused chemicals. It's dirty laundry, it's empty styrofoam. The Giants won and all the firecracker shells are littering the street and I don't give a shit. My shoes ran off somewhere and I haven't even cared to organize a search. My ball of nerves, don't mistake me, I'll refuse you if you choose to track me down. And don't you make me leave without wishing you well 'til I return from my brief sojourn to the center of the earth. As far as I tell you it's not as bad as all of that, and I promise not to be reckless. Oh heart of mine, heart of mine, it's your face that brings me back every time. It's dirty laundry, it's empty styrofoam.
Telluride, I told you 1,000 times. It was easy to breathe, and lightyears to get there with weights on your feet. Speak for me, mark the page for me keep me asleep, the camera is moving at regular speed but cut out the parts where it's easy to breathe. And tell a lie, tell it 1,000 times. Telluride, I told you 1,000 times. Havasu, you've half a mind to take me right under you. Through
craters we make and the flags we keep from waving, position in place where I can't ever say, Telluride, I showed you 1,000 times. Tell a lie, I told it 1,000 times.
I'm a bright, white egg and I incubate in a warm, yellow light in the winter. And I'll hatch on a snow-covered morning, and no one will be awake to see it happen. There is no history, there's no expectation, just warm, yellow light on my skin. And I'm blessed by my mother, though I'll never know her, and I'll never be lonesome again. I'm a bright entertainer in a silent theater I wearily quarry into. And my mother she stands where the characters dance from the light at the height of the room. And every night I repeat the phrases, just to see if she predicts the changes. And I'd die for a word if it's all she'd afford but she closes up knowing it. Where I am is right at the beginning of it, all I know I was born with. Where she is, she is fixed in a prison so fast she is frozen, the air she breathes is a slow wind. I'm a tired arachnid, spinning loose in my threads, building lifetimes of gossamer beds. And the filigree waterdrops around my head, they absorb every word that I said. There are no wings hitched to my spine, just an undying urge to climb. And I'll wait for my mother, supposing she'd bother to hold me and keep me a while. To hold me and keep me a while.
Starts of dreams I'm able to breathe underwater, someone's daughter's sugar, southern-weather voice with Lucky Strikes she tries to cover the smell, cover the noises of his mouth, cover the planes of his face, cover the noises he makes. There's a man and I hate him plainly, nothing fancy in how glad I watched them bury him. But ever since then, I can feel him all around me, clawing like a crowd, like the weather sucks me in and spits me out. Understand I am only as he made me, a faithful servant to all of the noise, all of the lights, all the flashing in my head, the sound of his mouth, loud as a crowd, and you're lucky that you're dead because Clemency is tugging me but I'm sorry that she's weak. Because I won't be merciful, like what got you first in your throat, I will be real, real slow, just like a wheel, turn over. I'm like a wheel. I'll be real, I'll be real. I'll turn over like a wheel.