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Cut Skin

Contributed by redlantern2051 on Monday, 9th February 2004 @ 07:36:37 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



Cut Skin

Drunk on Coca-Cola,
I stagger down Central Boulevard

Writings on the mystic wall
Claw thru my brain

I walk along, with echoes of beautiful songs
And a schoolboy’s haircut

For many years, they have enchanted me

I’m on Las Vegas time
I’m half a decade ago

Guess you could say
I’m unwell tonight

But I’m always like this
It’s just my way of saying goodbye

And I come close to the perfect paragraph
But I ***** it up

I’m so desperate
I’m so solitary it frightens me

Some teenagers though,
They have their heads screwed on

The answer to the questions they ask…

Is in George Harrison Beatles songs,
It’s in Spiderman comics

It was in Father Knows Best,
It’s in bad TV from the Fifties that ate up my soul

Maybe it’s even in God’s laugh
I don’t know though
I’ll leave that for the religious

I’m still searching

Searching for a clue,
Searching for release

Searching for the next girl,
In her party dress

I wonder what it would take to fool her
I wonder if she’ll guess…

I’ve lost so much inside
Since last I danced this masquerade

Probably she will want to talk,
I bet she wants to know everything about everything

The only internal thing about me
Is my disease

That’s what I call me

I feel like a correspondent reporting back from the war-front

I’ve got this survivors guilt
I’ve got only me

Beware, said the sign on the door
I rushed in anyway

She danced across the floor, she loved me
Now she don’t come ‘round no more

I don’t know what I prefer,
I’ve had plenty of time, to find out

A lonely woman stands by the sidewalk
Her face is glamorous
But beneath the makeup I see a person

Beneath the makeup we are all people too,
She looks like her feelings have been eaten up inside

We could be a perfect match
We could be the fire that burns down the church

I used to have vivid description
Now I have world-weary dialogue

I’ve got nothing left

The only internal thing about me
Is my disease

That’s what I call me

The phone rings and rings
I let it go

It’s not her
It’s always him

Asking this tired ship of blood
How I am

Begging this half-woken skeleton
To come on down

And play in the fields of the Sun
And run over the grass toward the Sea

Yeah, I say to him
I ***** her again

Don’t worry, I left no mark

I run, I run, I run away from feelings
That I like too much

Just like I push the knife against the skin
Just to kiss the pain

I started doing it when I was 17
Now I’m almost 30

It’s only the TV that changes, not me
It’s only the adverts that get harder to resist

I lost the real me so long ago
Nothing can find me now

I’d go for a cheap copy
I’d go for a rumor of someone else’s dream

And I stare out over the blue
I watch the sparrows fly in formation

I’m almost insane again

The only thing that keeps me chained to this lazy Reality
Is the tiny park

Where the Japanese trees blow gently in the wind.
It’s like Heaven might have been or was.

We always want a happy ending.
I always wanted to be in a cartoon show.
We always want a happy ending.
I always wanted to help the villain.
We always want a happy ending.
I always wanted to be in a cartoon show.

The only internal thing about me
Is my disease

That’s what I call me

If you have the cure
Please come and see me

Tread gently.
Tread gently.

Bow to the saints that line my walls
And say, it’ll be OK

Say, it’ll be OK.

(D.J. Finn, 2004)




Copyright © redlantern2051 ... [ 2004-02-09 07:36:37]
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Re: Cut Skin (User Rating: 1 )
by alecfernadez on Monday, 9th February 2004 @ 08:10:36 AM AEST
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this poem is so incredible, the way you use the 50's in it, to show your turmoil and the words you use, wow, thats all i can say, wow


Re: Cut Skin (User Rating: 1 )
by Redlantern2051 on Monday, 9th February 2004 @ 08:18:52 AM AEST
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Thankyou very much. I really appreciate you reading and responding. Thanks!




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