FOR A CONTEST. I’LL KEEP YOU UPDATED What’s in a Dorito? Why does it make you jump out of your seat-o? Is it the cheesy cheesy can’t be beat-o? Or something more concrete-o? Show me your Dorito face!
Song A Day #308. “The Large Hadron Collider Still Doesn’t Work.”
The large hadron collider is broken once again doesn’t it seem like someone somewhere is trying to tell us something? like maybe if they turn that thing on the world will explode do they even know what will happen tell me, do they know?
oh the large hadron collider looking for the higgs boson but will they find it or will they send us to the big hole in the sky
Song A Day #307. “It May Feel Like Everything’s the Same.”
on the banks of the river watching tugboats tug i looked to a squirrel for a hug instead i got an acorn thrown into my face and i cried
why try to be something other than what you are ain’t nothing lies down that path but pain change is gonna happen when you least expect it but it may feel like everything’s the same
on the top of a building watching cars like ants i asked a pigeon to dance instead i got some feathers spit out onto my shoe and i cried
on the bottom of the ocean watching starfish crawl i asked a shark if she wanted to play baseball instead she up and ate me now i’m stuck inside her belly and i died
I twisted through the darkened streets cause i had lost my way i’d told so many lies that i couldn’t keep them straight clearly this was punishment, this was how i’d have to pay once but twice as strong
you can never really know what’s inside somebody’s head and when you think you’re sure that’s when someone winds up dead but you remember how she moved, can recall the words she said then again, you could be wrong
and the tune that plays over all your days seems like a waste on you you’re a fire hose you’re a runny nose wearing panty hose for two you don’t know which lie to stitch it’s like a witches brew bits of hair falling everywhere with a spell or prayer you’re through
I cut a path across the square and ended up on the edge of town looking back i knew i’d have to get to higher ground if the world crashed below me at least i’d be safe and sound sleep till morning light
i struggled to my feet after slipping on a rock wondering where julie was i wished only for a clock the sun was all obscured by a dark and massive flock of parrots who spoke to me in their flight
at the top of mount mcormish i stopped surveyed the land it would have helped to know what to do, to have some kind of plan as it was i stepped so blindly, leading with my hands could i speak the word
a terror struck me in my heart like i had never felt and just as strong and quick the world began to melt i found myself in an empty space void of heaven or of hell but in my head i heard
i am just a messenger from a town not far from here bearing news of your father’s travels he has crossed the bandy bridge, and heads towards everclear just as the sweater on his back unravels a woman travels with him now who’s name i did not get she has blue eyes and carries a wand where she comes from, i cannot say for sure and yet i think she comes from out beyond
do not worry and do not cry he will return to you with a twinkle in his eye come september when the ground starts to freeze listen for the whinny of his horse on the autumn breeze
i am just a messenger from a town not far from here bearing news of your father’s shadow i caught sight of him one day in june when the night was cool and clear just south i think of johnson’s meadow that woman he was with was there but she had somehow changed her eyes no longer blue, but blacker as if the sky had filled her eyes, i still don’t know her name i’m a messenger, not a tracker
i am just a messenger from a town not far from here bearing news of your father’s ghost i have only the worst kind of news, i fear, i fear for your safety the most i witnessed a scene and i wish i could have known but there’s no way i could’ve predicted by the light of a fire the woman had grown and suddenly was afflicted
nothing in my life works just right everythings a little bit broken i try to patch it up but it’s never enough when i put out the fire they’re still smoknig miracles used to happen everyday now we’re stuck with cable news all the talking heads make me wish i were dead i wanna ride with athena and zues
on the airplane to tomorrow got my ticket, i’m ready to go
on one side is the dim of the night on the other the bright of daytime you’ll have to confer which you prefer or else you’re some kind of traitor men with long hair always seem to scare me like the lioness protecting her young dressed up nice at the den mother’s advice and heading out towards the setting sun
on the airplane to tomorrow we’re gonna go where they can’t follow where the dreams are heavy and the heads aren’t hollow gonna go where it’s all o all o k
