weary
kevin carlisle

Passion

 

I want to meet you in the morning

On the peaceful bridge

While the birds are still singing

And traffic's yet to begin

 

I want to take you where you've always

Wanted to be

 

I'll take the bus down past the fountain

You can walk from where you live

And we'll take all we can from passion

'Til it's got nothing left to give

 

I want to take you where you've always

Wanted to be

 

And we can't wait past tomorrow

There might not be another day

Take advantage of our freedom

Before our freedom slips away

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Flowers

 

Maybe I need pain to be happy

Maybe I need it to create

Maybe I love you

Maybe all I have is hate

 

If flowers grow from ashes

Then why's my heart still ache?

I know my motive clashes

With what i give and take

 

I went to visit this past weekend

To tie up some loose ends

But I left still not knowing

Where it is that my heart tends

 

If flowers grow from ashes

Then why's my heart still ache?

I know my motive clashes

With what I give and take

 

What you see is what you get

What you get is what I feel

What I feel is what I give

What I give is what you need

But you can't give me what I want

So what I feel is just empty

And what I want is you to leave

 

Maybe I need pain to be happy

Maybe I need it to create

Maybe I love you

 

If flowers grow from ashes

Then why's my heart still ache?

I know my motive clashes

With what I give and take

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People

 

Everybody's interesting

Everyone's an asshole, too

I'll be first to say I'm self-centered

And I'll be first to say "so are you!"

Some would say that people are special

Some would say our species is blessed

I must counter that people are selfish

I contend that we're careless, at best

 

So what in the world am I supposed to do?

 

Why don't you just piss off then, buddy?

Please don't act like you really do care

You've been trained to act cultured and civil

You've been trained to take more than your share

Some would say that people have beauty

Some would say our species is just

I will counter that people are ugly

I contend we've misused our trust

 

So what in the world am I supposed to do?

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Life & How To End It

 

I think about the things that got me down

No money

No friends

No future...

No other way out

I make five dollars an hour

Working for people that I hate

 

I have no health insurance

My wisdom teeth are impacted

There's a sink full of dirty dishes

My band has no where to practice

 

My drummer and bassist aren't committed

I'm three thousand dollars in debt

And my car insurance is due

My brakes need fixing

I have $21.25 till my next check

Which is eleven days from now

 

I have no health insurance

My wisdom teeth are impacted

There's a sink full of dirty dishes

My band has no where to practice

 

I'm bored with other people's music

I'm bored with my music, too

I can't write anymore

 

I love no one

No one loves me

I'll make my bed

I'll shave my head

I'll leave this message on the answering machine

Then I'll blow off my face with one shot, clean

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Betrayal

 

You wouldn't know soul

If it smacked you in the fucking face

You just go for what's been tried and proven

 

You're so spineless, it makes me sick

 

You could have told me

That you didn't have an interest

I would have left here long ago

As it is

I've wasted two years of my life

And I've got nothing for it to show

 

You're so spineless, it makes me sick

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Last Cup of Coffee

 

Wakened this morning by the heat through the bay

Unusually warm for a late winter's day

That's all right, that's okay

Wound open the window and creaked up the storm

Eye-blinding sunlight, yet only three in the morn

That's all right, that's okay

 

I'll drink my last cup of coffee, smoke my last cigarette

Look over the possessions I won't have the opportunity to forget

They say these discs will last 300 years, but they won't see another day

That's all right, that's okay

 

I made my way downstairs and I wandered outside

I brushed past all the flowers someone planted that had died

That's all right, that's okay

I gave a bum my money but he smiled and gave it back

He said "I'm better off with just the clothes upon my back."

That's all right, that's okay

 

I'll tie some ends up nicely, I'll make a few last phone calls

I'll take care of things I should have done sooner if I'd only had the balls

They say that life is for the living, but they won't say that today

That's all right, that's okay

 

On campus there are buildings with engravings made in Greek

We'd like to fool our children into thinking we can speak

That's all right, that's okay

This time there won't be relics for our future to unearth

We've spent our time preserving things and now they have no worth

That's all right, that's okay

 

My school spends lots of money making buildings big and tall

They like to put their names on them so they'll be known by all

They say that times are troubled, but they won't say that today

That's all right, that's okay

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Images

 

I saw no god today

Only life as I know it

Tired and beaten

Hopeless, distraught

Ever debating: to continue or not

 

I saw a lovely girl today

She had what I've been searching

Youth and beauty

Wisdom not taught

Ever debating...

 

 

React

 

It was over five months ago

When she talked about leaving town

My first thought was to shrug it off

She'd always be around

But I couldn't tell it was raining

By the tears upon her face

My first thought was to walk away

I'd never leave this place

 

Time slipped quicker than I'd thought

My fondness for her grew

My first thought was to shrug it off

These things come and go

But I couldn't tell it was happening

From the look upon her face

My first thought was to chalk it up

I'd never leave this place

 

With a face like that, she'd never guess my name

As long as she knows everything's the same

 

Now it's eight months later

And I find myself alone

I have wandered from here to there

But never found a home

I can sense the fire

From the dryness of her face

My first thought is to pack it up

Now i must leave this place

I must leave in haste

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Pencil Girl

 

I used to wait on her

Once or twice a week

She'd come in for pencils

And stay to read Newsweek

 

I'm sure she caught my glances

Thrown past the Zon machine

'Cause I could see her blushing cheek

Behind the magazine

 

I think about my pencil girl

Late at night in bed

When visions of her Eco-Writers

Come dancing through my head

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Mr. P

 

I watched you get up from your chair

I ran my fingers through my hair

And my gaze fell down

I watched my feet as you brushed past

And I formed lines I'd never ask

And my gaze stayed down

 

Optimism is a thing unknown to me in love

"Don't look into the eyes," they say

I've felt the hand of pain mold me as a glove

For nothing good shall ever come my way

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Your Muse

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You talk with your eyes closed

I wonder why that is

I listen with mine more than my ears

The war may not be over

But it is in my mind

You're looking for your muse

I hope you find

 

I can't see how you grow

 

Trail down through our southern friend

To see what you don't know

When you get there your vanity will show

You gaze in big-eyed rapture

At the space below your feet

Attempt to capture

What you cannot keep

 

I can't see how you grow

 

I don't want to hear your name

Pronunciation's still the same

I don't want to hold your tears

If you just listen you might hear

 

You talk with your eyes closed

I wonder why that is

I listen with mine more than my ears

Moving parts and phosphorus

Cannot substitute for light

You're looking for your muse

I hope you find

 

But I can't see how you grow

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Petty Cells

 

Be near me when my light is low
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick
And all the wheels of being slow

Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is racked with pangs that conquer trust
And Time, a maniac scattering dust
And Life, a Fury slinging flame

Be near me when my faith is dry
And men the flies of latter spring
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die

Be near me when I fade away
To point the term of human strife
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day