protosong

You can always find ways and make means
And then come back around
You can wait and find days to shake things
And then come back home,
oh what a lonely state of mind
And then come back home
see you’ve done nothing with your time

Spending all those summers!
Waiting to come back
Waiting for a letter!
And then come back down
Shut your mouth and you’ll be fine
Crashing down!
You’ve got to change life from inside

“All I do is try” you cry
But you’ve never once got the questions right

And you could make everything happen
Rearrange it all you like
In order to win, in order to win
Oh man, you’ve got to face you’re own your own
It feels so much better
I should know


“All I do is try” you cry
But you’ve never once got the questions right

All ready
All ready

people

are neither natured or nurtured

arcade fire

Modern Man

So I wait my turn, I’m a modern man
And the people behind me, they can’t understand
Makes me feel like
Makes me feel like

So I wait in line, I’m a modern man
And the people behind me, they can’t understand
Makes me feel like
Something don’t feel right

Like a record that’s skipping, I’m a modern man
And the clock keeps ticking, I’m a modern man
Makes me feel like
Makes me feel like

In my dream I was almost there
When you pulled me aside and said you’re going nowhere
They say we are the chosen few, but we waste it
And that’s why we’re still waiting

On a number, for the modern man
Maybe when you’re older you will understand
Why you don’t feel right
Why you can’t sleep at night now

In line for a number, but you don’t understand
Like a modern man
In line for a number, but you don’t understand
Like a modern man

Oh I had a dream I was dreaming
And I feel I’m losing the feeling
Makes me feel like
Like something don’t feel right

I erase the number of the modern man
Want to break the mirror of the modern man
Makes me feel like
Makes me feel like

In my dream I was almost there
Then you pulled me aside and said you’re going nowhere
I know we are the chosen few, but we waste it
And that’s why we’re still waiting

In line for a number, but you don’t understand
Like a modern man
In line for a number, but you don’t understand
And if it’s alright, then how come you can’t sleep at night?
In line for a number, but you don’t understand
Like a modern man

I’m a modern man

wonderfull

when all the pieces fit

The middle way out

ten years too soon
nine days away
in the middle of a city life
there's a little of a country spark
but deep
deep down inside
you cannot hide
from the feelings to which there's no name
make you act in certain ways how long
before you take it slow?
before you take the middle way out
it makes sense
oh it glows
when it shows
you will recognize how all extremes
shatter happiness for hopeless dreams
how long
before you take it slow?
before you take the middle way out
how long?

Bystanders

Never know where to go alone
Don't show anything at all
Don't take time to notice a change of pace
Don't take time to know what's their type of race

Never asking the important questions at all

By standards
Work for the unload
To get up and further down the road
Whenever time sneaks up on us
We take time and sing back in past's voice

My friend travel cities within cities
My dogs howl night between nights
We choose to lust over dead weather
You learn to die to be alive

Never asking the important questions at all

Gray Mornings

Gray mornings
Keep coming
Left right, left right
Back to me
It could be worst
Seems to be
We could be worst

Didn’t I 3x
Place the words right
Couldn’t I 3x
Shed some light

I’ve been here
Many times
Light might
Take flight
With it me
Soon, anytime
Away!

Didn’t I 3x
Place the words right
Couldn’t I 3x
Shed some light
Didn’t you 3x
See the picture
Couldn’t you 3x
Talk back straight

Make up your mind
Give in, give in to the calling
Just a little bit
More!

Gray mornings
Keep coming

In the back of our minds

Hey! Say can you hear the calling?
In the morning
Through the rain
Turn around turn around once again
In the morning
Listen in

Hey! I say it’s a warning
All the howling
All the rain

She said I’m everything that matter’s to me
That’s cause I define everything I see

when i walk

i want to die
when i've given back
the grammophone
in a second hand suit
and a brass band
playing in the garden

Risk

There is a slight chance, dear reader...

A's resistance to B

A life spent scratching lotto tickets

Chocolate Milk

playing with prodigal songs
takes a lot of sentimental valiums
can't expect the world to be your raggedy andy
while running on empty
you little old doll with a frown
-Rufus

Feeling old-

"(We) never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born." Albert Einstein's letter to Otto Juliusburger

I am a "plan B" kind of man...

indeed

Morning's After

I am a mad admirer
Of fire and of sky
But in between I crumble

Aroung these parts... or so

Around these parts
People walk, nowhere to go
I don’t mind
At least it’s moving

Go easy

Around these parts
You never know where you stand, how tall
I don’t mind
At least it's showing

Go easy
Make it through
Go easy

I won’t guess
There’s little you can do in the end
I don’t mind
At least I’m watching

Beware
Nothing is quite right
Take care
Go easy on it

Around these parts
True rebellion
Is living happy