Ganja_Goo_Ninja
03-27-2006, 03:59 AM
the Bus Station
I try to stay stupid
as stupid as I can.
I try to forget things
whenever possible.
Into Blue
But the world is a snowglobe refilled with oil.
I can barely see the snowflakes anymore
They are there, though, they are there
They are falling on mountain towns
They are falling on cities along the shore
If you shake the glass orb the beauty still sings
It still dances and flutters its ancient wings
for the things of infinity will always be fossils
redefined and reintterpretted
by the new kids,
greeted by new hassles,
It is this day that we have to dredg the river
what we take from it will be our's till death
but know now that what you find is nothing new
it is something someone before you lost
as they came out of one blue,
going back into another blue
Optomistic?
If I was to be brutally honest
I would tell you that the goodtimes will not return
and that may be true
But I think you have enough stacked against you
instead, I say this:
..the goodtimes are being reworked
and will be remixxxed, remastered, rereleased
In plush pink packaging
and that you will be in love again
4:00 am in Wal-Mart
If you want
just give up
that's fine
God only made you as a science project
and when your batteries run out
There will be new toys to play with;
surely you can relax your lungs
breath in the poison gas
and maybe by morning
you will no longer be Pinnochio
you will be a real boy
and all your fuck ups
will be removed, preserved
under glass
I try to stay stupid
as stupid as I can.
I try to forget things
whenever possible.
Into Blue
But the world is a snowglobe refilled with oil.
I can barely see the snowflakes anymore
They are there, though, they are there
They are falling on mountain towns
They are falling on cities along the shore
If you shake the glass orb the beauty still sings
It still dances and flutters its ancient wings
for the things of infinity will always be fossils
redefined and reintterpretted
by the new kids,
greeted by new hassles,
It is this day that we have to dredg the river
what we take from it will be our's till death
but know now that what you find is nothing new
it is something someone before you lost
as they came out of one blue,
going back into another blue
Optomistic?
If I was to be brutally honest
I would tell you that the goodtimes will not return
and that may be true
But I think you have enough stacked against you
instead, I say this:
..the goodtimes are being reworked
and will be remixxxed, remastered, rereleased
In plush pink packaging
and that you will be in love again
4:00 am in Wal-Mart
If you want
just give up
that's fine
God only made you as a science project
and when your batteries run out
There will be new toys to play with;
surely you can relax your lungs
breath in the poison gas
and maybe by morning
you will no longer be Pinnochio
you will be a real boy
and all your fuck ups
will be removed, preserved
under glass