wishcast 4: steel
i am so hungry for you.
i keep seeing shades of you. and then you'll go.
the first one fooled me told me everything all sweet that he could pull out from the rulebooks but i wasn't moving fast enough
she was from chicago. a postmodern bettie page. we devoured each other but she hated it here. i wasn't strong enough or man enough to take care of her. she told me if i was, she would never have left.
she said that i was special and she loved that i would listen to and support her she told me that her flirting with the other girls was 'cause they weren't special. that she mostly ignored me, then, because i was.
he cradled me and groomed me like a feline. we had 'from here to eternity' on the beach for just one night. we went through love therapy with our tongues. when the sun came up he stopped being real with me.
then there's you, and you, kismet in the hearts and the fingers, but never quite connect
i trip myself up because i love the everything in the everyday
and still so bone fragile
i think my wires just, are always crossed
i think i pick up alien frequencies
or aliens pick me up
i'm all distracted
so i never quite find you
these things take time
sheila take a bow
pretty girls make graves
you pick a song like this and sing it
tell me what to hum and
i'll
sing it
you are a tightrope walker
spangle maker
dreamcatcher
loving me up from the moment you're aware of me
that's the only way i'll know this will work
you'll probably have seen it all
and are almost over it
and are just about to give up on this 3D bullshit
at least that's where i am, beloved.
let's talk honest. you could be in ether, and i might
not see you 'till i get there too
'cause in my real-time world
i don't even know
if this
is supposed to work
the only way it
might just work
this time
is if
you're magnet
and
i
am
steel
ninji 2/03
i am so hungry for you.
i keep seeing shades of you. and then you'll go.
the first one fooled me told me everything all sweet that he could pull out from the rulebooks but i wasn't moving fast enough
she was from chicago. a postmodern bettie page. we devoured each other but she hated it here. i wasn't strong enough or man enough to take care of her. she told me if i was, she would never have left.
she said that i was special and she loved that i would listen to and support her she told me that her flirting with the other girls was 'cause they weren't special. that she mostly ignored me, then, because i was.
he cradled me and groomed me like a feline. we had 'from here to eternity' on the beach for just one night. we went through love therapy with our tongues. when the sun came up he stopped being real with me.
then there's you, and you, kismet in the hearts and the fingers, but never quite connect
i trip myself up because i love the everything in the everyday
and still so bone fragile
i think my wires just, are always crossed
i think i pick up alien frequencies
or aliens pick me up
i'm all distracted
so i never quite find you
these things take time
sheila take a bow
pretty girls make graves
you pick a song like this and sing it
tell me what to hum and
i'll
sing it
you are a tightrope walker
spangle maker
dreamcatcher
loving me up from the moment you're aware of me
that's the only way i'll know this will work
you'll probably have seen it all
and are almost over it
and are just about to give up on this 3D bullshit
at least that's where i am, beloved.
let's talk honest. you could be in ether, and i might
not see you 'till i get there too
'cause in my real-time world
i don't even know
if this
is supposed to work
the only way it
might just work
this time
is if
you're magnet
and
i
am
steel
ninji 2/03
-you rock. we should get married.
Dave