Some recent jazz

[Weatherman]

I

If it all gets to be to much
Just withdraw from this haze and learn to touch
The corners and the borders of your world
Observe the ripples and the curls
And calculate the pain and reward
Of shattering it all into oblivion
So you may invent new lies to be burnt by others


II

Who are these people?
These lost faces with ancient traces
Mimicking ghosts
We are all each other’s sons but we have no fathers
This a feeding frenzy of the fucked over
Feeding on the bloated corpse of god
Nobody wins or loses
And no one is at all satisfied
We’re not curious anymore
There’s only energy for one more push
So the stone can roll over us
We’re all German Jews
In the concentration camp of our lives
Arbeit Macht Frei?
I’ve been hearing that one for a long time here in sunny suburbia
I just want to go home



III

I’m in a hole deeper than my soul
I’ve got eleven dollars in my pocket
And an empty Altoids I’ve been carrying around for weeks
I didn’t shower today
I’ve got somewhere I’m supposed to be
I’m supposed to be somebody else
I’m a cynical old man in the body of a reckless and self destructive youth
I am an American
I’m declining
I’m slipping down the slope
I am in ruins
Lizards surely will contemplate my demise
My mind races
My body chases
We crash together
Dead and all alone

[TrippinBTM]

Interesting read. I especially liked part I