this stereo is going now fit to make me burn,
turn me - my heart upside down and dump me out
salt shaker-like for flavoring and goodness.
I'm a whole pile of puddled eyes and ears and laughs and sighs
waiting for a foot to splatter me all over,
set me adrift,
leave me to be and be and be and see.....
Well, I guess I been left for so long
like eyeballs in the sand,
open, grainy, and lookin out on the cold and inevitable empty blue blue.
Oh Lord, life is too much for my poor little heart
when it comes full like a wagon.
I scream, "JUmp ho, heave, Stand, sit, wave, don't ever ever blink, just you think for one moment that this is not the most beautiful and the everlasting, ABANDON SHIP!!!!!!"
TO say I'm ambivalent.... is two say that there are two sides to the WHOLE.
I'm not quite sure you can break One
or leave anything on the skids or the let go
or the throw away-
sometimes I think the chippedest places of my hearts and dreams and thoughts
is necessary as rain.
To rejoice in heartache is to go against all
and to love all that is against and for
gain is loss and tear drops have no end to spread when they fall gently, slow, like the hot-warm drops your momma put in your ear aches.
TO say I love and leave out the slightest leaves me.
Can you say you're ready for a good heartache
and welcome it with the red-carpet that you stained with your blood
and an empty bottle of broken port.
Your hair is left, caught in the door
that you opened with an expectant waiting mind
hoping for glory on your terms
that you swung shut but for a crack
and hungered for to open and to pour
red and white and
new things, newspaper pictures, newport cigarettes
and the newskin you painted omni-blue electric .... like the BODY ELECTRIC
wings, the soft pajamas, the softer hair- long brown and unbelievable on your pillow.
even though two guitar notes will tell you that there is only the breakable, the fragile, and the angel's hair hearts that everyone carries along with aching lungs and dum ta dum ta dum tat ta dum ta dum song.
humans are angels that think they're wings are broken
and fly as high as the dust before they settle on the nearest heart.........ache.
ummm... hummmm... skin, soft, unbelievable...... take the mystery where it meets the flesh
to the place you call holy.