BlindBlindBlind

yeah, Im still on the Thee Silver Mt Zion....

The dust and the mess of our mornings,
promise that we'll never quit --
So drunk, though our hands surely woven
Entire fleets of staggering ships...
Now our ships line the floors of the ocean,
and the ocean's breaching the ridge,
and the terrified dreams of our wanderings
that once lit our way are now hid...

We want punks in the palace --
'cause punks got the loveliest dreams
and our gang is liquored and lovely,
and smart and sweet and lean,
and burn with a curious flame
that spits + kicks + shines
and trumpets the labour of waking + trying...

There ain't none - sometimes there is -
banged + bitter - but cling to it -
power's the province of miserable ******
there ain't none but sometimes there is...

Policemen in parallel lines = blind! blind! blind!
The broken bones of quivering pines
while empty waters rise
May the light of our striving still shine!
Blind! Blind! Blind!
May the light of our striving still shine!
May the light of our striving still shine!

Love the horse or leave the horse,
Love the horse or leave the horse,
Lover oh lover oh lover oh lover...
(god damn you lover)
Some! Hearts! Are! True!
Some! Hearts! Are! True!

Ahoy! Ye bland plump boys -
Go tear wings for vainful gain =
our homemade choirs like forest fires,
hiss 'neath golden rain
and slip the leash and the chain,
and slip the leash and the chain --
'cause some hearts are true
but some hearts aren't hardly true
but some hearts are true...

Tesse Tesse
18-21, F
Feb 10, 2009