The Gypsy West: Music

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)

its about doing time
your life feels like its been
turned to skin
and stretched to fit over a drum for
someone with no rhythm to
hit or to beat but never defeat
until the resonance of your life
rings out into the colorless streets
as dawn comes crashing down
in whistling sheets

I'm in for Dylan and conversation
i'm in for an impossible situation
i'm in for a love to outlast
a timeless past and get me
the hell away from here
cut all these brakes

I'll gather my identities
fake and gloaming and trade them
wherever I need to be foaming
from the mouth full of spit
and excitement the trick is
preoccupation

books for my brain and for my
consumer refrain
you know the I need this to get
myself back together again song
filled with melodies of my
trivialities that I need to
put on a shelf so far away
right above my heart so
I wont have to stop feeling sorry
for myself

its about doing time its not lost
cause what do you ever
find anyway?
everything has been seen
or sung or hung from a bleeding
heaven sky in a constellation that
spells out what will always feel
like the biggest lie....