Blackberry Smash!

I was wandering down the corridors of an empty hotel at night.
When I saw a little bar open with a nice menu and a light.
Their specialties were crudités and beer on tap.
I ordered the olive sampler, french bread, and a beer with a cap.

There was nothing different about that place.
Although I drew a man with an unusual face.
And I sat there trying to make up a better plan.
But all I could really think about was my old pal Stan.

We worked in the trenches at L.A. Center Studios.
I was busy reading resumés and bios.
He handled current affairs.
There was a girl in the office putting on airs.

When I looked at the clock I realized an hour had gone by.
I was looking at the other patrons like I was a spy.
But I'll never forget the mistake I made when I ordered the Blackberry Smash.
It was tingly and lovely and cost a bit of cash.

I took the bait.
I'm often lonely and kind of irate.
It's a curse to always get away.
But it's even worse when you constantly have to pay.

It was closing time so I called a Yellow Cab.
That was when my enemy came in to try a quick backstab.
She made me late to see my boy.
Now I know how he used to feel, it was a radical ploy.

If on Sunday I don't return.
It's only because I am still feeling the burn.
Your memory is short and mine should be shorter.
But instead I am the one who's hedging the reporter.

I was wondering why it hurts for you to see me tying my shoes.
Is it because they give you the blues?
If we do things in a different order will it help the talent?
Or should I just relent.

I left that bar hopefully for good.
And when I left they hurried in a mood.
Johnny Appleseed was watching from a window.
But the actor showed his face and seemed to take a bow.

Whatever happens now is not my problem.
And if you ever try to blame me remember the stem.
A stem is a piece of glass and a part of a glass.
It's sharp sometimes or just unbearable so I'll pass.

Lover From Another Dimension

If you ever find a lover from another dimension.
It could either kill you faster than you can imagine.
Or it's an invitation to see what's possible.
Perfect balance is essential however.

As we lay in bed, perfect bodies, perfect silhouettes, like Grecian youth.
I laced my fingers into his.
"You have my hair stuck in your fingers."
"That's not a hair."

But I thought it was a hair so I tugged it and it broke.
He wanted to leave.
I said, "But..."
So, he stayed a while longer.

"That's not a hair."
Probably not something I will ever understand.
But I got an idea.
It has to do with weaponry.

Weapons like that are what I'm excited by.
Was it easy for me to break because of what I thought?
Can our realities make us capable of that?
It's the balance that I love in you.

In his dimension there are signs that say "Microwave in use" on hotel doors.
This is not a reference to a normal microwave.
And the signs go up and down.
But when I finger them they are fixed in place.

In his dimension people are serving drinks in the lounge.
Or they're lying dead in bathtubs.
Waiting to be dissolved.
Or maybe they're just pleasuring themselves all the time.

It's the faces that I'll never become used to.
How they change from moment to moment.
It's the feeling your diet coke is constantly being swapped out.
It's the drugged up feeling.

But mostly it's the sex and how it gets you.
I always knew he won that way with women.
He can have any woman he wants.
That's a fact.

He gets bored easily and it's gotta be a constant challenge.
Lover from another dimension isn't easily pleased.
And he doesn't lie down when he's working.
He's always getting up.

It's nice thought though, he provides so much material.
I was wondering where he got that collection of vintage glassware?
Or the napkins with the beautiful autumn leaves.
I wanted one for myself, but somehow I knew.

If the CIA would quit pretending to know what the tiles were for.
They might actually get a clue.
But like I said that's between me and you.
The tiles weren't really related and not really a clue.

Or if your lover is never true.
I was wondering if that was the point.
That's he's never been the one for you.
Or if that's the door mat you wanted to do...

I may be by in the morning.
When you're drinking tea in your chair by the window, the one made of mahogany.
I'll be there and maybe we can talk.
Like we haven't before.

But it's changing, because we're both older.
I was wondering if you've been alive for centuries.
Sometimes it's what happens.
The baby and the ancient one together.

Lover from another dimension...
May I have a chocolate sundae with a cherry on top?
Always polite when she wants something.
And always angry and swearing when she doesn't get her way.

Oh God, I thought you were over me.
Don't you ever learn?
Oh right, that's not the right line.
But give me some credit and I'll give you whatever you want.

It's really stupid to trick the poor.
They're just about as desperate as I am.
But it's even worse to try and bribe them.
I was bribed by my lover with the promise of a future.

It wasn't what I expected and it never has been.
But all the thoughts came in quite handy.
And that was a nice gift.
From you to me and me to you.

Lover from another dimension...aren't my words like notes played in piano?
Or a tune that you heard before or maybe thought to compose.
Like I've said before, if it weren't for you, I would be complete.
But this may be a constant work in progress.

And if I lay down with you and said that I wanted to be with you forever.
Would you consider sharing dimensions with me?
We could bind the two together.
So the infinity symbol was what made it great.

Lover? Are you there?
I'm sorry if I let you down.
Please lover, please be fair.
I am your lover...batman underwear.

This isn't me, I am not here

I am not here.
I've never even been real.
Every time he fools me, I think of the last thing I saw or heard.
It's nothing more than a single crying star.

The whole of the world.
The fiber in the glass.
The seas behind the skies.
And I'll never go and you'll never know.

So we meet in the night.
And we burst together as a new age cosmic phenomena.
Insanity becomes the new reason.
And I've never been me with you.

It's a delicate balance between dhota and the original.
The original is hiding in the real world.
You are working in the towns you made with the slaves you drive home.
Become tomorrow, because today is never the way you made it.

By the time you are done.
We'll be overwhelmed again.
It's the drama in the position that makes you hungry for more.
Hopefully I can trick you with clover.

This isn't me, I'm not here.
I've been gone for some time.
And when they come and say you're not in town.
Then I know, I wasn't here.

Or the times they led me into rooms and stores and I went in one way and came out another.
She's doesn't know, she's not her.
Let her go, because we can't outwit her.
Let her go so we can make it up in time.

While you're getting ahead on your side.
I'll be working on mine.
And when we meet again it'll be the same game, different story.
So, maybe next time try not to laugh so hard when I drop my best estimate.

I'm not here, so no problem.
Don't worry, you can't find me.
I'm in a place no one can find.
I live on a lake.

Remember when you treated me like a fool?
Remember when I acted like a child?
I'm so sorry I messed everything up AGAIN.
Well, it takes 2.

Someone runs to the trash and grabs a scrap of paper, purple and white, opposite.
And a bystander watches the ensuing chaos.
Thinking this can't be happening.
Oh dear, but it is, it is happening.

When I leave the room everyone runs!
And if you don't have clearance you don't have a choice.
I had clearance.
Are you from Russia?

My name is Anya and I was born in a small town.
I am a communist.
I hope you read this and wonder.
Or maybe you already wonder.

I wonder why?
God, I really thought I was 5'9", but I was much taller.
Sometimes I see the same person in the mirror, but she's not really there.
Like I said, this isn't me, I'm not here.

He mentioned serial killers.
We had a common interest and the night went from there.
2 drinks are all you need to start the night right.
Right into another dimension.

It wasn't me and I wasn't there.
That's why I didn't mind being back in the corner.
And the different versions of you were all the best.
But don't think I'm fooled by your stalling.

Oh, I, I, I had the time of my life.
But I won't swear.
You owe it all to you.
And I know precisely what to do.

Even when I feel insecure and wonder if all the choices are right.
I know sometimes confidence is taking chances.
I've always been a fan of the long shot.
Like the Sagittarian horse taking his best shot and breaking the bull's eye with speeding arrow.

But then again if I'm not here...why can I still speak?
Really though, I am not here.
It's a love affair you created for yourself.
It's you, not me.

I've never really believed.
It's farcical.
Or maybe sick and demented with a touch of the banal at times.
Or maybe I'll just write.

Niwot is not a real town.
Hopefully someone else noticed this.
Or perhaps it's just quaint.
The best explanation is generally not the one I buy.

La, la, la, if numbers are in relationship to words.
Then what number am I?
Are the sequences all perfectly lined up?
Call me crazy and I'll be back in demand.

But don't worry, I am not me.
So how can you lose?
But that was never the problem.
The problem is that I am not here, this isn't me.

The Final Track

Or maybe you once were someone who cared.
But the World beat you into a deformed shape.
Now you're preying on flesh...
Because it's the only thing that satiates you.

And I suffer
Interminably
I suffer
And it's unbearable, but you don't mind.

Lost in a horrible place
I am without friends.
They have something I can never reclaim.
And I suffer.

The pain doesn't make me stronger it destroys me.
And you watch from a distance.
Safe.
While I suffer.

And who ever said that I was the one?
The one without a conscience?
How wrong can a person be?
If I am constantly being sold like chattel, then when is my final sale?

No one cares.
No one does anything to help.
And I suffer.
It's all in my head anyway.
.

Obscured by a Monster

He's out to get me I thought yet again
And I frowned
Another night awake thinking through how I would outdo
So afraid I would have to act cool and let him in

That man is dangerous
He's a carnival of insanity and ruthlessness
He got to me 
I should be dead

And he's out there living in some sickening place
Unclean and inhuman
A threat to the human race
And he brings carnage to his endeavors

Get too close
And you'll lose no matter what
Because he's not loyal and he's not true
The bastard is going to come after you

Maybe it's the poison he lives off of
That turned him into a clown
I have to believe that this was always his fate
He made a choice

The intelligence is there
The persistence is there
The inspiration present
But the truth is gone

A man who doesn't know what is true
Is lost and desperate
And protection will falter all at once
Until the threat is gone

And then sweet relief for the survivors
Who no longer have to live in fear
Of the villain whispering threats into their ears
That is a bedtime story I can live without

I won't grieve the loss
He's not a man at all
And hopefully over time
I'll forget the innocence I lost

Fear the Future

Some embrace what is to come
Whatever it is they welcome it
Buy some streamers and drink a glass of champagne
Buzz in the new year

The future is coming
And it won't be late
Put on a mask
And forget who you are

If your name is still the same
Perhaps you've missed the point
This is a game of "haven't arrived"
Or "missing in action"

The future is coming
So don't be late
Put on your birthday suits
And slash all your plans

We've finalized the arrangements
And we think it's going great
So don't be late
Please don't be late

Another Cliché

There was a moment when he was unsure.
What would become of him?
Would he make it?
Someone knew he would.
I never asked.

I never ask.
No matter what I never ask that question.
I won't enter into a contract.
I won't wish it all away.
I am not here to be assigned.

Assignation happened a long time ago.
We role-play.
Our goal is understood.
It's not about the game.
It's not about the climb.

When you reach the zenith.
Where do you go?
There is always another mountain.
But what if you want to stay at the summit?
Of the one you love?

Forget about love.
Forget about death.
And realize what you came here for.
I am no more.
Resistance is futile.

And so the clock spins.
Wheels in a galaxy.
Random chaos
Theories about stars.
They said she would never make it.

I say she will.
That either means something or nothing at all.
Where were you when she fell.
From the ground to the sky.
Shooting star born on Earth.