STARING AT THE CELLOPHANE
STARING AT THE CELLOPHANE
(CORWOOD 0744)
Michael
Michael Michael
Where are you now
Michael Michael
Michael Michael
Where are you now
Michael
Riddles Riddling Me
You keep me in riddles
Riddles all the time
It’s the only way to be
So just keep riddlin’ me
By your honesty
You’re a riddle to me
I see the beauty of the world
It’s a riddle to me
And at this time I don’t have to resolve
Just keep being a riddle to me
I See Lights
I see red lights
I see green lights
Rather Be Blind
You call me out
From this cave
And now I fall out
Into my grave
You lead the way
I’ll walk behind
I’d rather not try
I’d rather be blind
Away
And then he’s gone
He’s gone away
Oh far away
And now he’s there
Some other place
Far from your face
In a foreign land
He is away away
Don’t Get Too Upset
You lost this time
It was a minor theft
So don’t get upset
There’s a lot more to come
You know you’re the one
Been makin’ all those telephone calls
It’s your turn to fall
It was a minor theft
A small offense
So don’t get excited
Just settle down
A Letter
Got to move
Into a cellar
Just to feel
A little bit loose
Got to slip
From the sky
My hands are nervous
I’ll keep a place
Up in the sky
For you to live
Until you die
Until you die
Until you die
On the main floor
A level head
In the basement
Nevermore
Been goin’ two times
You’re rotten you know
Got iron bars around your neck
Oh no your body can’t get out
Oh no nobody can get in
See you there in the chamber
Of your choosing
I’m on the outside
Watching you
I’m on the outside
Watching me
What do I see
Two insides from the outside
Come together not a chance
Pure devotion
From a distance
In between
Sand I
You’re stuck in the sand
Go home
Napoleon in Russia
It was a crushing victory
Napoleon and his army
Marched across some other soil
Took the farmers from their toil
Waged a war that could never be won
Dream of masters
Fanatics
Great men
Of course they were
They had to be
Fall out a window Napoleon
On your white horse
And with your sword
And your big hat
And half a right hand
Split to the East
Come down a corner
Split to the east
One foot in the north
Split to the east
Only place left to go is south
Number 14
It’s time to close the door
I don’t want anymore
Whatever comes then I’ll take that
I’m sick of getting fat
On all the things I thought I needed
Things come inside me naturally
But I don’t have to be the one
That puts them there
Just let ’em come and
Let ’em go and
Close the door cause
I don’t want anymore
Blood and Bone
His skin stretched tight across his bones
Blood rolling down his cheeks
Children gazing at his feet
Ladies he’d like to meet
Lonely in that ancient street
Hanging for somebody else
For everybody else
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