Black Coffee Blues, Part 1

Occasionally i believe like glass—if I breathe too not easy, i'm going to implode. i will be able to believe floor glass in my guts. i'm an alien and that i don’t keep in mind the final time a human made me suppose something in any respect. occasionally i think frozen like a section of iron. Like a manufacturing unit that’s been close down. Yeah, right away i'm frozen. My recommendations are frozen arms, like a spider made from ice. on your eyes I see a flame. It attracts me to you. you're every thing to me. I sing songs to you. I stay in entrance of strangers. They freeze me out, they empty me. i believe like an previous warehouse. do you need me? this night You and that i stroll jointly within the fall air road lamps throw down shadowed mild The leaves less than our toes think that, for as soon as now not by myself i will shut my eyes and spot it i will be able to breathe in and scent the wood-burning hearth Miles clear of this inn room The faux air that claws my throat the gray partitions that lessen my eyes to tools of torture this night, i'm the king of self-infliction You and that i in this autumn evening I can’t consult them you might want to pay attention my phrases kill themselves I cripple myself with them The nearer i am getting, the farther away i do know i'm this night my middle incinerates my guts. My eyes freeze and burn of their sockets. have you fallen into your self and gotten misplaced? I’m to date from them, but now and then I want for them. I want i'll comprehend them and care for them with no the entire discomfort and bitterness that incorporates touch. from time to time I want for them to the touch me. Strangers go through me during this wounded leaking evening. They burn me, vile weaklings. I disguise my face in my arms after they move realizing my gaze may flip them to stone. They can’t cease my eyes from their righteous penetration. They see an excessive amount of. i would like to ruin my head like a pig financial institution. Stick pins into my eyes and allow all of it pour onto the ground. There needs to be kindness in blindness simply because there's none the following. EXHAUSTION BLUES Exhaustion, i presumed i might sign up with you. immediately it’s autumn and I’m in Germany. Spring and summer season make me imagine within the current. Autumn and wintry weather paralyze me. Autumn makes me bear in mind, forces me into psychological rewind. this day we have been within the van using via a small village and that i stuck the odor of a wood-burning fireplace. It despatched me. I inhaled back however it used to be long past. Made me reflect on while i used to be within the fourth grade. I brought papers for the Washington megastar. In autumn, the solar may set early and it'd be darkish by the point i ended the path. i'll odor the wood-burning fires all over the place, each block. one other idea is available in to break. a number of months in the past, i used to be on the New tune Seminar—the bullshit wheel they run each year so the labels can all pass and inform one another how nice they're. This time round we performed on the seminar. It used to be a very good gig so far as gigs move, however it was once a drag having to be round these kind of humans from nowhere peddling their track. i used to be wear an artist panel to reply to questions from the viewers. there have been a few attention-grabbing humans at the panel. I sat subsequent to Hank Ballard and he was once a visit.