Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Thursday, July 07, 2011

Center of the Moon

somebody somewhere was talking to me
the words were crawling with misery
slow and dull across the floor
until the words went out the door
they ran away into the street
i stood right up, got something to eat
and now
well, i gotta find my keys

found a twenty and got some gas
drove off in search of my past
i reached the edge of my memory
somebody somewhere was talking to me
how the hell can i ever escape
ain't no pearls in the pearly gate
and now
not sure i care

shards of glass from the silver sky
busted blood vessel in a broken eye
scars so old they're fossilized
god is a monkey in a cheap disguise
i just got to drive and drive
gonna drive away to the center of the moon
here we go
center of the moon

i saw a girl in a bathing suit
ass like a melon, so damn cute
skin like a sin in the after life
nails were sharpened like a carving knife
i tried to kiss her in the sun
now i'm bleeding, on the run
just now
i can't come back

found my keys in the frying pan
picked 'em up, burned my hand
had to start it with a little wire
i'm a burning flame, fully on fire
watch my smoke just above the haze
nothing lasts, nothing stays
gone, gone, gone

shards of glass from the silver sky
busted blood vessel in a broken eye
scars so old they're fossilized
god is a monkey in a cheap disguise
i just got to drive and drive
gonna drive away to the center of the moon
here we go
center of the moon

somebody somewhere was talking to me
the words were crawling with misery
slow and dull across the floor
until the words went out the door
they ran away into the street
i stood right up, got something to eat
and now
well, i gotta find my keys

shards of glass from the silver sky
busted blood vessel in a broken eye
scars so old they're fossilized
god is a monkey in a cheap disguise
i just got to drive and drive
gonna drive away to the center of the moon
here we go
center of the moon

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