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East of East
Well she went back east
Boarded a train
Said she wanted to see the country
Stood on the rocky coast
Stood on the tallest tower
But it wasn’t enough,
So she cried, “Mom!”
She said
IF I CAN’T BE ME
WHERE WILL I BE?
IF I CAN’T BE ME
HOW WILL I SEE?
Moved further east
Settled down in a flat in Brixton
And started work on her first novel
She took a look left and right
Took walks at night
Kept to herself and never asked for help
She’d stay inside with all her papers and lines
They’d say
IF I CAN’T BE ME
WHERE WILL I BE?
IF I CAN’T BE ME
HOW WILL I SEE?
Then she,
Moved further east to find inner peace
Checked her possessions and weapons
Then set her lessons down at the door
And she sat in silence
Cleared her head
Had the epiphany of a lifetime
What she wanted wasn’t what she’d got
She wanted everything, but had learned to live with nothing
“Well I guess I’ll go back West”
But west was so far west
That it’d be best reached
If she just kept on going east
I DIDN’T SEE
I RAN AWAY FROM ME
HOW WILL IT BE
TO FINALLY BE FREE?
Places to End
Locking pop cans on the fencepost
just like the oil, you’re boring
Obviously lacking modesty, you’ve got a policy too foreign
Like Stormin’ Norman you’re combing the sand
Screwing, ruining the lives you hold in your hand
People begging, dying, crying
saying, “Open up your eyes!”
But you’re not seeing.
Oh Hell!
I am home still
if we don’t kill each and every last one
Brother, grab you a gun
I’m in line with the sky’s design
I’m disguised behind the ancient cloth.
The hatred makes it hot.
There’s children crying at rounds in the air.
It’s everywhere.
We scatter, scared.
Erect our necks,
“Oh, who is next?”
We’re so perplexed,
the Holy Text couldn’t ever have prepared us for this.
Oh Hell!
I am home still
if we don’t kill each and every last one
Brother, grab you a gun
And go fill
the window sill
We’ll get those devil people running.
No, they’ll never see it coming.
Desert hummers humming, coming to kill.
Children, walk around it.
Let’s not talk about it.
We won’t have to see their faces again.
Lying bleeding, beaten
In the trees of Eden.
O, of all the places to end.
O, of all the places to end.
We won’t see their faces again.
O, of all the places to end.
This is the place it will end.
Rocks and Sand
It’s high time
I find my mind
Lies above the clouds
Abound with proud ability
You’re endorsing me
Quite forcibly
To walk among my generations past
At last, I’ve passed
The test that’s thrust upon me
Well that’s what keeps me moving on
It’s there, until it’s gone
So if it’s not too late
I can’t wait, to take the rake
And smooth the rocks and sand
I’m gonna smooth the rocks and sand
Inside my garden
Amanda planned to stand before the scales of God
And with a forced, accepting nod
A metal rod came slashing through her veins
So, instead of taking reins
Or beating ass and taking names
She jumped the track and cut some slack
Pulled the pin and blew an exit out the back
Well that’s what keeps me moving on
It’s there, until it’s gone
So if it’s not too late
I can’t wait, to take the rake
And smooth the rocks and sand
I’m gonna smooth the rocks and sand
Inside my garden
Whoa no
I can feel it go
Lowest of my lows
I can take it slow
Well that’s what keeps me moving on
It’s there, until it’s gone
So if it’s not too late
I can’t wait, to take the rake
And smooth the rocks and sand
I’m gonna smooth the rocks and sand
Inside my garden
