Amerimov

Cause I don't know Which way to run Which way to fall I've got nowhere that I'm going With this chain and with this ball Got a sandwich on the counter Saying "One for all and all for one" But my legs they won't keep moving Guess my travelin' days are done Gonna hang up my hat Gonna hang up my gun Got this feeling that I'm losing I fear soon it will be gone When I'm stumbling down the sidewalk Or face down on my lawn Got a terrible premonition That the sideways gods have won In their times of thinking backwards Whilst I stare up at the sun Got a monkey on my shoulder Screaming "One for all and all for one" And I'm sure now

Your face melts In the most appealing way Your eyes look So very far away Your body Shrinks and it expands Your thoughts are Getting out of hand The ground breathes It makes it hard to stand The air moves It's blowing through my hands Your skin ripples Time is no more Our perspectives Are falling through the floor My legs lock I fall into my chair My guts fall out And you don't seem to care But it's not bad It's just crippling And we haven't got time For saying hello The clouds are flowing and shifting with my will The counters are eating themselves We sit across from each other And we walk in step

I arrive at the Royal Cross at five forty-seven, a full hour and forty-three minutes ahead of schedule. I must have been moving faster than usual, spurred on by the desire for solid facts, the desire to make some money, I must have spent less time than usual throwing wild, accusing glances over my shoulder, though it didn't seem like it at the time. I go to the hotel bar, to kill some time while I wait. I order a beer and sip on it pensively, hunkering down at a table in the back corner furthest from the door, back up against the wall. I listen to the bleached blues oozing out of the bar's overhead speakers, I watch the door, looking for this

I rub my bloodshot eyes with the cool, soothing back of the receiver, "What sort of problem"? He paused, "It is a matter that is somewhat... should we say... delicate. It might be best if we met to discuss it in person". I sighed audibly, "Listen, I've got better things to do than be jerked around by some paranoid thinks my lines are tapped", are my lines tapped? Must look into it. "Get to the point or give me some peace". "It involves something very dear to you", the voice trickled with hidden meanings. "Money"? I surmised, it must be money. A soft chuckle issued from the handset "Meet me at the Royal Cross Hotel at seven-thirty". A click, a

It was a dark and stormy night, the night before it happened. So I was dressed for nasty weather the night it finally did. The sky was as clear as day and the moon was shining like it'd just gotten a fresh wax. My rubber boots and green marshmallow-man jacket weren't exactly practical, given the exquisitely tame weather for an early November night, but that's not to say I wasn't looking good. But I'm getting ahead of myself. The afternoon previous to the night before the night it happened, I was sitting in my office, pretending to read the newspaper, when something rang. I'd been up all night and I was running on untold gallons of coffee and

Parabolas go up Or down But always on and on Time escapes Around the corner Or off across the lawn Calamitous cacophony X's marching on Minds locked in happy struggle With life's eternal yawn Symbols without meaning That on which we depend On shining ladders wrought with grief We slowly do ascend Concepts once so fierce defended Our fears now do upend Of this our final resting place We are not meant to transcend Our thoughts are not meant to divine But only to depend We climb the sky to heights unending Never to descend High priority the day demands Til we lay down on the ground Sinking in to fleeting bliss Our voices

I'm talking to the clouds. They aren't listening. In fact, they couldn't hear me if they wanted to. They're just sitting up there, flying, just like I wish I could, whispering to each other about how small the sky is, how meaningless the world beneath them is, and how insignificant they feel in comparison to the stars. They mourn the deaths of their many friends and relatives in the futile war against the evil and oppressive mountain ranges that jut out into such a small portion of their territory. A war they cannot win. A war that will never end. And they swear, with passionate, thundering, voices that they will honor their fallen comrades,

I used to be such a cool guy Didn’t even have to really try All the girls in my school Wanted me I used to have such awesome times Drinking beer and committing petty crimes All the burn-outs in my school High fived me [Chorus] Crusin’ in my Caravan from ‘98 Pick up my crew and stay out late Times, well they were pretty great When you were with me But now things have changed No, they just aren’t the same All my friends are really lame And I don’t have a girlfriend Eating lunch out on the lawn The bell would ring and I’d be gone All the truants in my school Chilled with me Passing dirty notes i

Brain, brain go away And come back on a brighter day When leaves will fall and branches sway When love drifts through the dusty rays When I can turn to her and say Today we've found our hope With moods profoundly falling up And faceless bodies digging down Say our love will never stop Hide us in the dark garage And feed us upon tobacco and rusty nails Until once more the breathing stops And we can think with clarity Make the songs we seem to sing Make them louder Make them stronger Make them sing themselves with ever-rising joy

All the time I've seen you My mind's been working overtime Finding ways to fix you Finding ways to make you mine Every day I meet you Makes me thank god above Dreaming ways to touch you Dreaming ways to get your love And I know that while I miss you And how much I long to kiss you I could never get you to stay But even though I'm gonna find it a bit tough You know I love you enough To change my ways