If you don't think I'm sorry
Know I am
I'm still trying to figure out how life works

The climax of the white noise in life leads to either a collapse or an explosion.

Whiskey Girl- by: unknown forgotten

I need a girl
With a godly heart
And the devil's kick
With a heavenly smile
And develish looks

I need a girl who's the opposite of me
One that will stick around
Maybe teach me a few things
Like how to give a damn

I need a girl who will fuck like a hooker
And love like a wife
A girl who will take the bottle from my hand
And show me truth
Then take a swig
And hold me tight

Hello sunshine.

She's An Angel- by: They Might Be Giants

I met someone at the dog show
She was holding my left arm
But everyone was acting normal so I tried to look nonchalant
We both said, " I really love you."
The Shriners loaned us cars
We raced up and down the sidewalk twenty thousand million times

Why did they send her over anyone else?
How should I react? These things happen to other people
They don't happen at all, in fact

When you're following an angel does it mean you have to throw your body off a building?
Somewhere they're meeting on a pinhead
Calling you an angel, calling you the nicest things

I heard they had a space program
When they sing you can't hear, there's no air
Sometimes I think I kind of like that and
Other times I think I'm already there

Gonna ask for my admission
Gonna speak to the man in charge
The secretary says he's on the other line
Can I hold for a long, long time?

I found out she's an angel
I don't think she knows I know
I'm worried that something might happen to me
If anyone ever finds out

Dance with a ghost and all you're left with a is a memory of what never existed.

Glowing Statues and Talking Cielings with Life On Sidewalks- by: unknown forgotten

(Glowing Statues)
In the most precious moments of his occasional insanity
He can stop and grin wildly knowing he can escape all the ordinary moments
To peer into the stars and see silhouettes of friends as they sit home all alone
He notices that not many have experienced the wide eyed brilliance of dementia
And the ability to control it at will
Transcending the norm into a realm most persecute and hide
He revels in the moment of delusion and transcends society as he knows it
gleaming with glory, he dances about in seclusion, understanding that everyone has known what he's thinking
Though where he rises above to control the spastic emotions and the violent ability to realize everyday miracles
Most dive down into the dark world and huddle in devastation beneath a blanket of depression
He stands strong, yet staggering from booze, free of all guilty stains

(Talking Cielings)
"Well what's your name?!"
Waving his arms franticly, conducting an orchestration into a reflective window 5 feet away
Pulling off his clothes to stand fully exposed on the sidewalk to the world that hums loudly
"I know you! You look like my friends who haven't figured it out yet.
Maybe someday they'll tell you what I've said to them."
He lights up a cigarette backwards but smokes the entire thing
"The windows are shut. The floor has been vacuumed. The world outside is spinning loudly.
And my soul is humbled. So many things to say. And I've already said them."

In the distance the sound of sirens blare
Wonderful is life when your home is the sidewalk and you mind is blown
He lies down to slumber in a forsaken alley, free of all guilty stains

Cacti- by: unknown forgotten

If I wasn't so entirely involved with making my character
not only emotionally sterile, but complex and full of depth to the bones
Not to mention deaf and blind in the skull
So that he was exempt from every damned reality of a human being
Then I'd have time to discuss the intricacies of matter and of life
We'd delve into the most common misconceptions of love and religion
Converse over the changes of worldwide beliefs that coincide with great history
We'd study the stars and measure the tides of the ocean
Scrape dead rattlesnakes off the baking desert roads
And feed the vultures the fresh meat to ensure their existence

Speak of the devil
and will he not appear?
Pull the veil from my eyes
Will I not see clearly?
There is always.

Slow Drip- by: unknown forgotten

Don't drop
Once you've dropped
You've dropped and you're out for the count
And you' re dropped hard
Dropped straight into the center
Like working in a coal mine
Like trying to snap the neck of a dyeing deer
Like tossing a live grenade out of range
Like steering into a telephone pole
Like swimming into the ocean hoping to be sucked under by the riptide
You're dropped and you were the one holding yourself up
You've been dropped and you were dropped on you head
Hold you're faith in my arms
Because I'll hold you and your empty husk
I'll hold your capsule that once was life
I'll do me my best to not make sure you're never dropped

Dance Class- by: unknown forgotten

I'm loaded with anticipation
Armed to the barrel with forth sight
I'm glazed eyed by the warm wind
Blown over by the numb rubbery hands
The same ones that make me dance in my marionette like life

Dance boy
Little do those hands know
I've cut the wire long ago
Oh so long ago,
I'm salsa dancing on your dead grandma's grave

World Reknowned for Being Unknown by:- unknown forgotten

I have something else to say and you're all waiting for it
Well, I've lost touch and I'm sorry for that
I'll talk a lot and still have nothing real to say
Sorry I've no relevance to anything
I've gone beyond my means of association
Under every circumstance I'd die to say I love you
But I'm sinking in a pool of quicksand where I'd rather say nothing
Where I'd rather talk to strangers for hours
Just hoping, simply, that we'd meet again some day
In regards to you and I, to the people I've met, to the buried treasures I've found
In regards to the planets I've visited, and the towns I've walked foot in
Here I am, you know me, I am known