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Now I don’t want to loose my mind

Caught in the middle is my mind

-Project 86



There's a little black spot on the sun today

That's my soul up there

It's the same old thing as yesterday

That's my soul up there

There's a black hat caught on a high tree top

That's my soul up there

There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop

That's my soul up there

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain

With the world turning circles, running 'round my brain

I guess I always thought that you could end this reign

But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

-The Police



A cat came drifting onto a porch from the outside cold

And with eyes closed, drinking warm milk from my bowl,

Thought:

"Nobody hears me (nobody hears me)

I crept in so soft!

And nobody sees me (nobody sees me)

As I watched six steps off."


Like the peacocks wandering the walkways of the zoo

Who have twice the autonomy the giraffes and tigers do

Saying:

"No one can stop me (no one stop me)

No one clips my claws!

now everyone watches me (everyone watches me)

Scale these outside walls!"


you took the puous and profane,

turned around the praise and blame,

said "A glass can only spill what it contains!"

To the perpetually plain and the incurably inane

A glass can only spill what it contains!


What new mystery is this?

what blessed backwardness??

the Immeasurable one is held and does not resist!

struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men

the Almighty One does not defend!

-Mewithoutyou



It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes

But you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust

In what or who you recognize

We sped the plymouth cross the banks of the mississippi river

Mary timony was smaller then a super ball...

Chitter-chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers

Plain and simply broken down near olympia

I think your bruise was understanded,

'cause you can't feel this anymore

It's getting bluer and you can't keep faking

That you can't feel this anymore

-Death Cab For Cutie




And here I dreamt I was a soldier 

And I marched the streets of birkenau 

And I recall in spring 

The perfume that the air would bring 

To the indolent town 

Where the barkers call the moon down 

The carnival was ringing loudly now 

And just to lay with you 

There's nothing that I wouldn't do 

Save lay my rifle down 



And try one, and try two 

Guess it always comes down to 

Alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way 



And I am nothing of a builder 

But here I dreamt I was an architect 

And I built this balustrade 

To keep you home, to keep you safe 

From the outside world 

But the angles and the corners 

Even though my work is unparalleled 

They never seemed to meet 

This structure fell about our feet 

And we were free to go 

-The Decemberists


You were conceived on a storyboard
In an uptown high-rise
Where your celebrity was born

The grins of your puppeteers are beaming
Because the quotas will be made
Or your time in the spotlight will fade
At the hands of the same pigs that made you

So speak of movements
To move more units
And invent brand name for your “believers”
Like brands on slaves

We’ll still be waiting for something stimulating
Because in the end all you sold us was boredom

From umbilical obscurity