quarta-feira, 27 de agosto de 2014

SSDD.

Same Shit, Different Days,
same shit always,
same days after days
after May, where I stayed,
home indoors, day after day,
it's no longer his way,
home's a place far away,
from here, from this office,
from this planet, this universe.
Same Shit, Different May,
when I was out there in a purple haze
haze of ineffectual drugs and
absent-minded days, and days,
and days, one after another,
in a roll, in a joint, in a blunt,
whose fires consumed us
whose fumes led us thru
wasted days a-way.
Same Shit,
shit doesn't change,
but you got to -
if you want to become
a better you than you,
no better at all,
after that shitty May,
shitty March, we split ways
she hates me and despises me,
from what I did, what we did,
day after day after day,
same shit always.
skip to track seven,
"a change is gonna come",
and indeed yes, it came
it went that way,
carrying all away,
cheese and wines and soy,
and a bit of these blues
I've always had within,
without,
blues playing forever on
a rusted turntable,
gotta get another,
get it together,
so we can sing like Odelay,
Where it's at!
got two turntables and a microphone,
got two more pills for you tonight
so you'll sleep tight
but your other vice,
it did not count,
did not allow
me to rest for the rest of the night,
fractured figures of a dream,
fractured pieces of a dream,
they've got to reassemble,
they got to stay together,
reconstruct, re-form,
all these days gone forever now
all that shit burned away,
same shit, different days.
I've got these marked eyes,
forever marked, forever looking
tired, and restless, that's because
I really am, tired and restless
trying to fight me
trying to find me
throughout time, and space,
throughout the very definition of hate,
throughout this animal planet, animal zoo,
I ain't from here, not at all,
I came from nowhere you've heard before
different time, different space,
not the same shit we saw every day,
not the same days, after days,
after months, years, ages,
I came from outer space
on a spring day,
back when punk was born.
As old as punk rock myself.
I've been used, I'd like to say,
but no, no way, no way at all,
this is all an elaborate ruse
for me to get to choose
from a number of Monsters,
like me, just like me,
spending days away, same shit, different places,
same shit anyways, anywhere
I'm here to be found,
I'm here to come out aloud,
I'm here to heal the days
the shitty days
we spent ways apart,
yet together,
same mood, same planet, same day,
same shit burning away,
I hope you're here someday,
and I'll be there today.
I exist: I am to be found.
I exist: the same way around
I exist: I must resist
These urges, deadly urges,
to die before the day
we'll meet each other someday
please don't be
too
far
away.