wake, wake and the moment's gone
wake, wake and the moment's gone
wake, wake and the moment's gone
and then the doorbell rings
somebody asks ya 'could
ya spare a little time?'
-to feel the weight's that's mine?
and lower down your guard
you'd let your heart get smacked
caught in the wheels and and dust cracks
dangled on the edge
breathe
feel you're in too deep
so offer up some crumbs
drop it in the tin
slither back within
your crenallated wealth
your educated self
your family in ruined health
and all the joy it brings
aren't we forgetting something?
feet out on the ledge
feet out on the ledge
breathe
breathe
breathe
and in the heat of noon
finds you like some dog
you're parked up in a field
hermetically sealed
scratching at the windshield
and howling at the glass
and anyone might walk past
were you not aware?
were you not aware?
breathe.
a sea of frozen lights (broken lives)
mechanics, doctors, housewives
feet out on the ledge
feet out on the ledge
feet out on the ledge
breathe
i cannot WAIT for the new album. rumored for fall 2008.
in other, less fun, news i've left my improv team, bad data. i probably should have left months ago, and i was sticking around for the wrong reasons. let this be a lesson, children; if you are upset about something in a group situation, and you don't address and deal with it, it will come out in other, negative and more hurtful ways. basically, grow some balls and be direct with people, even if they are way more passive aggressive than you are. it wasn't a bad break up or anything, but it still feels like a break up. it feels profoundly lame to be struggling not to cry at work because of improv comedy.
however, to be clear, i'll still be around the improv and indie worlds way too much. i never really needed the excuse of performing in a show to go see it and hang out afterwards though.
and if anyone needs someone to sit in for a show, i would most certainly be up for it. i'll definitely need the stage time.
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