i can't get that sound you make out of my head
i can't even figure out what's making it
no one else around even seems to be noticing
it's only small enough for me

oh solo mio

it's alright now come closer talk to me

there's a terrible reason buried down
wrecking itself
taking you with me

the more they was the more they were the more they wander from

And I'm glad you're not like us

and by us i mean everyone in the world that isn't you.

run ill do no more of this walking

you look a bit like coffee and you taste a bit like me

A Few Issues

1) I think movies are strange because they take parts of life and portray them in a way that would never actually happen. It's frustrating sometimes, but in a way, it's good, because I don't think people really watch movies to get some reality. I'm mostly interested in movies that are way different than what my life is like, or something takes place that would never happen in my life. Randomly, a movie like my life will come out, and it will be something terrible like Taxi Driver, or Raging Bull, or Ronin, or, really, any Roberto Di Nero movie, and it's always a very profound experience for me.
One movie that really frustrates me, although it's probably one of my favorite movies, is Life is Beautiful. Because, really, I find it hard to believe that this guy was able to sneak his child into the barracks of his concentration camp, who just chills with him throughout the entire movie. That is a detail that is hard to overlook at times. I don't know, maybe the Italian Jews had it a little more lax in than the other Jews of the world in their Italian concentration camps, you know how they are.
2) There sure are a lot of power outlets in my room. Sometimes I worry about electromagnetic waves. I don't like the idea that these waves can give me a feeling of paranoia and fear, and the sensation that I'm being watched. It's going to make me think the house is haunted.
3) I'm running out of things to wear, and it's frustrating me!!!!
4) I can't find my remote control anywhere, I have no clue where it could be. This makes life a lot more difficult and inconvenient for me, because I hate getting out of bed to change the channel or turn it off. I guess I'm a little spoiled when it comes to the latest technology, such as jacuzzis and bobble heads and remote controls!
5) wonder more want more than we did before the shit is running and it runs deep i'm way out when you mean it on the inside you still can't get to me fits around me so tight fits around me so tight fits around me SO TIGHT fits around me SO TIGHT fits around me fits around me fits around me fits around me fits around fits around me fits around me fits around me

play again. get lucky.

so i've been hanging out down by the train's depot
no, i don't ride
i just sit and watch the people there.
they remind me of wind up cars in motion,
the way they spin and turn and jockey for positions.
and want to scream out that it all is nonsense.
that their life's one track, and can't they see it's pointless?

but then my knees give under me
my head feels weak and suddenly
it's clear to see
it's not them, but me
who's lost my self-identity.
as i hide behind these books i read
while scribbling my poetry
like art could save a wretch like me
with some ideal ideology
that no one could hope to achieve
and i'm never real
it's just a sketch of me
and everything i've made is trite
and cheap
and a waste
of paint
of tape
of time.


so i park my car down by the cathedral
where the floodlights point up at the steeples
choir practice is filling up with people
i hear the sound escaping as an echo
sloping off the ceiling at an angle
when the voices blend they sound like angels
i hope there's some room still in the middle
but when i lift my voice up now to reach them
the range is too high way up in heaven

so i hold my tongue
forget the song
tie my shoes
start walking off
and try to just keep moving on
with my broken heart
and my absent God
and i have no faith
but it's all i want
to be loved
and believe
in my soul

in my soul.