Rebel Heart in the milky way. Since 1984.

June 24, 2014 2:42 am

Ghost Ship - Grieves

The rain came down like a blanket
And insulated the street lights
Turned the gutters to rivers
And sailed away with my free time
Nowadays I got alot more to juggle
A monster to struggle
Down and lock to the rubble
Need to slow down
Cause I don’t know if I can go out
And force a little sunshine
Out of broken bone powder
Holdin on to the rocks in my gut
It’s the blood around that
Boils that forces me to get up
Like jump
All of this is drivin me mad
I got a razor with a poem on it,
Smilin back
It kinda feels like I’m under attack
With no boundries
Cannonballs drownin
And tied to my foot
They’ll probably find all the wreckage in the morn
Come runnin from they beachhomes
And watch it from the shore
All aboard
The new ship is leaving the port
I only sail now to calm that storm
To calm that storm

I’m floatin away
It kinda feels like I’m drownin
I’m floatin away
Drownin, drownin, drownin, drownin…

The belly of it creaks and moans
In the water like a monster tryin to eat my bones
I’m out here tryin to solve the problems
That has breached my hull
And got me jumpin off the plank
In every sea I roam
It’s not OK no more
Drop the anchor tie the
Cap the whales to it
Let’s die in the daytime
And cry to it’s music
I never thought that I could harpoon love
And watch the world turn red
With a drop of it’s blood
All of this is drivin me mad
I watch the water from the crows nest
Fighting the path
This whole things like a knife in the back
I can’t grasp it
I feel like I’m floating alone
It’s my casket
I don’t think that I can go further
All of this is feelin like murder
They’ll probably find the wreckage in the morn
I need to sink so I
Can calm that storm
To calm that storm

I’m floatin away
It kinda feels like I’m drownin
I’m floatin away
Drownin, drownin, drownin, drownin…

October 9, 2011 3:09 am

No Regrets - Aesop Rock

Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she’d draw upon the street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
There was joshua, age 10
Bully of the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo
And she drew
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They’d ask her why she passed her time
Attachin lines to concrete
But she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say
“Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?”
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
“I’m busy, thank you much”
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
And she stopped-
“Lucy, after all this, you’re just giving in today??”
She said:
“I’m not giving in, I’m finished,” and walked away

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That’s the speed of the seed
That’s the speed of the need
dream a little dream,
Or you can live a little dream
I’d rather live it
Cuz dreamers always chase
But never get it

Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew
Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
And she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day
But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way
She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too
So they’d connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew
Now every month or so, she’d get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors,
Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, they would
Say, “Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??”
Lucy would smile and say “I’m busy, thank you much”
And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was
And lucy knew what people thought but didn’t care
Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street
She’d paint another masterpiece

Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
Had a television in the room that she’d never turned on
Lucy pinned up a life worth’s of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all
Now Rico, he had passed, ‘bout 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o’ nothin
She’d never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside
And she said:
“Look, I’ve never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven’t pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So i’ve been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!”
The nurse jumped back,
She’d never heard Lucy even talk,
‘Specially words like that
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
And she died.

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June 27, 2011 4:15 am
put my headphones on for this world i ignore.

put my headphones on for this world i ignore.