poetomachia

i was alone, i killed my clone
i learned to play the xylophone
but i was bored with modern chords
and so today, i sent away
i sent away
i sent away
i sent away

so be a doll, try not to call
and after all, i’m m.i.a.
i sent away

there came a day, i cursed the day
i cursed the day, i sent away
i sent away
i sent away
i sent away

I know you feel like
a highway to the sky
will help you get it right
will make your eyes catch fire
I know you want more
than you can ever have
a diamond in the sand
someone to hold your hand

and so you go down
kneeling by the shore
because you need another dose
something strong to fill your hole
and when you gaze up
and reach out in the night
and your trembling inside
then your water turns to wine

it’s there when you rise
there when you rise

Just a snippet:

You share but money can’t give
What the truth takes away
Throw it away

Takes away all the pretense. Powerful.

And this old man in front of me
Holding canes and wearing ruby rings
Is like containing an explosion when he sings
But with every chance to set himself on fire
He just ends up doing the same thing.
Oh well, oh well.