jpaulgorman

in alexandria there's fire and smoke mubarek looks worried, the government's broke egyptians could close the suez canal nobody's oil gets through, no man gets out people been down for years and years taunters and looters rage and ruin pyramids shake, and mummies arouse remembering the days moses took 'em out mob, provoked, moves through the streets white house issued a press release mob don't care what the white house say ain't from around here anyway mob don't want to be told how to think 'specially by a fool who looks so sleek kings and queens gonna hear the mob for years and years the mob's been robbed cfcg fccg cfgc ffcg

tell us all about it over and over 'til late at night while the embers smolder can't really explain you'd have to know her drama mama, drama mama, drama mama wrinkle on her head  across her brow starts to get quiet then gets quite loud screams unannounced above the crowd drama mama, drama mama, drama mama iced drinks served with silver bullets before you leave y'should fill your buckets take a minute, take a day rely on luck drama mama, drama mama, drama mama scarecrow walking without no straw slamming her doors gliding the halls learns the language learns the law drama mama, drama mama, drama mama e a e d7ae 

da so ungrateful(2) agd for the mothers for the breeze for candles for all night ten cent stores for cork and corkscrews for the ability to measure time for warm liquid in the morning for caller id for ladders and crystal chandeliers for perfume and shadows so ungratful(2) for graceful companions for flat serves for 11 resolutions for reading articulation for God's Word for eye lashes and long, staring smiles for 12 month subscriptions for cash for working parts for the view from the moon so ungrateful(4)

witness the songs as they are written bought some pants 'cause my jeans ain't fittin' accused of lookin, but i knew i didn't don't want to pretend no more thinking of a girl that took me for granted left in the night, alone and abandoned try to ignore it but i just can't stand it 'bout to make a run for the door cards and calls and panic attacks if i leave now, i could never look back they'd find me somehow, they'd trace my tracks i'll live with a heart that's torn woke in the morning, soaked with regret dreamed about a woman i never ever met i owe her a song to clear my debt she's the reason i was born gg7 cc7 gg7 dcg

crumbs in my bedroom startled to hear the laughing my poor ole honeys

a shroud, the denseness laboring awake faith not felt known and enduring peppered the mind's connections unspoken and locked light bulbs, unpackaged three alarms, marinaded social hour tweed and polish cancellations the downsiders and outsiders mystical and unbound brave sinners absurd, the passions

never had a chance to smell fog until i rode through some open air, chilly never even thought of smelling fog til i smelled it didn't know i was smelling it for awhile just riding, i guess we see it from afar pictures are taken we are warned fog as a curse on the land its blanket with hill tops and mountain tops peering we feel it at times, its heaviness suffocating and wet never considered the smell just took it in by chance, or divine clarity (doesn't matter) i smelled fog two mornings ago like an explosion amplified its surroundings microphone of smell reverb jacked to ten the grass, the trees, the tires pure and thick it smelled the molecules lingered closed my eyes for a moment to dismiss the distractions actually, several moments hypnotized by motor sounds i'll never forget the smell

slipped past the distracted girls at the gate wandered to the other side, with the latter day saints sat on the grass in a shady spot watched a trick play develop, then fail talked of families and committments the cheering section loud and untamed to our left finally the bell sounded and we met across the street half tequila shots with peach slices outside, the breeze was cool and the trees were bare couldn't locate the car keys, pockets full of receipts in the shade, half buried with the dust, they laid on the ground as if we were meant to be delayed         

its red color, bloodlike, silky and smooth warms the janurary night your shedding scarf roped around the neck of an angel wheat crust, so delicate and sweet the taste of carmelization and fowl the slumber ends with moaning the groans to come boredom and mindless motions recounting the past travels beaches, old hotels, and sunsets a winter wonderland awaits

glimpses is all we get sweet validation not deserved but given to thankless babes who mostly do not notice and don't really care the shame of it sad too busy to catch the glimpses too important to look in awe too smart to believe too dumb to not understand sad, really and the glimpses continue like gifts given to enemies bribes? whatever it takes we want to fight He wants to bribe He won't fight why should He? so we fight each other hysterical and crazed while some refuse and see the constant glimpses