by request

sorry i got nothin for you, babe
sometimes on the humming mad phone lines
or at times with those eyes lazer beaming straight through mine
i think yer pleading
in a deer headlamp transaction kinda glance
or with a slight wind agitated quiver swimming beneath the words on your voice
but
sorry i got nothin for you, babe

in the old days when the mythic creatures still rolled around
before the fog pulled back into the forest underbrush
there were whispers of a rumor
a fear of a dead dream
and countless tomes of literature on the subject
but really

you were dazzling beautiful hurt the eyes so bright
when you began
we all were
like tungsten and starlight and sunspots, and snowflakes
yes and cloud to cloud lightning
that you can't see cuz the whole night goes into
one daylight instant convulsion then black

but then the mess and the mud
and the clothes and the chill in our bones
and thats just the way it goes
always has, ever will

sometimes at night
i sit straight up with a bullet
the dream shaking off
vines growing in reverse
the feeling in the tips of my hair

to breathe one thousand butterflies in that moment
a holy sneeze or a slap in the face
i will be yer judo chop if you'll be my long lost friend

but in the end
the truth of the sin and the rain
and the catastrophe of brain
is simply this

you were dazzling beautiful hurt the eyes so bright
when you began
we all were
like tungsten and starlight and sunspots, and snowflakes
yes and cloud to cloud lightning
that you can't see cuz the whole night goes into
one daylight instant convulsion then black

some half cocked budhist monk
probably mutters about
the nihility of being
or some zen trash
just words
cuz all you need to know

you were dazzling beautiful hurt the eyes so bright
when you began
we all were
like tungsten and starlight and sunspots, and snowflakes
yes and cloud to cloud lightning
that you can't see cuz the whole night goes into
one daylight instant convulsion then black

other then that
sorry, i got nothin for you, babe