No you hang up
earth has no sorrow heaven cant heal
find what you love
and let it fuck you up
stay with me
until the sun goes down
time to pull the trigger son
find out what she’s all about
he comes and he goes
like the winds and the rain
higher selves and lower selves
high of the low and low of the high
where we meet
dreamworlds
vacant parking lots
empty spaces
full of majestic wonder
captured in the photos
i sing soundtracks to
quiet european art movies
to play roles where we get to talk
out the inner despairs of mankind
and kind women
we play with words and scenery
with each other in beds and in clubs
the working man’s nightmare
becomes the artist’s dream