Friday, February 18, 2005
i remember... the sesons you cant go outside and tuck away by the window waiting for the sadness to go away waiting for the time i must make good on those things i said, waiting by the street corner watching your car drive away "im sorry kid, i hate doing this, but forget you ever knew me. we had our adventures and we had our kicks, but the shits going down- its buring out of the sky all red and horrible, a zeplin roasting off in the chicken roaster in the sky, ha ha ah..." he laughs a few times and finnaly stops to look her. his face pulls down a moment, trying to read the plain bizzare way she sat and looked at him... all wild excited, a cat watching a pearched brid marking her time to strike. He makes a note to remeber that face, that look, that plain bizzare look for when he is older, the years gone and pushed back, the mucsle lost and faded from his body as it grows thin and brittle. "kid, you know you'll always be kid... you will always be a kid" his hands pushses her out of the car, it speeds down the road in a murdering pace, kicking up sand, hope and wonder for when will be the next time...
always waiting for the next time... that was a horrible wonderful time, wasnt it?
did it crush you when it was over? the adventures were over and the cool coast wind blew in the rain again and you hunted the roads, the city nights, chancing a look or a breath of something familar. but to keep looking there, that same place after all this time wont bring that back and going there will only horribly fash his smile in your eyes... cool electronic shocks bright blue and grey running through the main line curving the blood back in.
Girl's gotta have a running-boy, you gotta have a buddy. gotta trust the one next to you but never judge you, to hold you and protect you and come along for the ride.
its good that i have your back on this, oh yeah- its good i have your hands like this
oh you know you cant get far by acting like that! quit being so damn uptight and lets get in the car and get outside.

the ashtray is full of his brand in my apartment- something that stuck to me when i kicked around.

"and now that were thru- i just dont know what to do" i stand next to the smiling man and hollar back in the mic and into his ears "were getting older but i'm still a kid- youre a man still, still just a man."
"naw- i was always a kid too and now i wear it like a trench coat, baby"
the croud roars and cheers- red lights shine in my face, the bar smells of beer, peanuts and cheap colonge... im electic boots in the mohawk suit with the long brown hair tantalizing the stage lights- he looks off into the distance, blone hair thick running past his chin... at least he didnt get thinner...