yakksoho
Bluelighter
A Way Out
Familiar garb shakes me
Threads feel homely to the touch
Wigs are not natural
A friend of a friend
Explanations are extraneous
And curiosity killed the cat
How can one expect
A normal person to understand
When mirrors present a false reflection?
Tumors pulse inside me
From the blemishes of birth
But I ca'n't expect you to see them
"Normal" is a personal standard
So every one is normal
Differences
Are what make us that way
What unites us is what tears us apart
What mends what's torn in two
But I cannot even unite myself
I am split down the middle
From side to side
The broken pieces of my mind
Don't fit together
They never will
How can I be the same
When I am so different inside?
He was my escape
He was my freedom
He was my face
To walk down the street
How many people turn their eyes
To see someone who's normal?
We're animals inside
And we can tell somewhere
In our mutated brains when someone's not
Who they really are
But walking down the street with false securities
I was finally in the right
The only eyes that met mine
Were the eyes of a child
Wearing trousers
Who wanted more than anything
To wear a dress
My reality is my stylus
And that wig was my first record
What good is a phonograph
Without a record?
What good is a record
Without an arm and a needle?
Rub your fingers along the grooves
Try to hear it in your mind
Try to feel what it sounds like
With all your heart
Try to slit your fingernail
Through those plastic lines
And make a thirty-three-rotation chirp
I bought me a stylus
And wound me up to fourty-five
I held my breath and spun around
Seventy-eight times as I walked down the street
And no one turned and looked at me
And no dogs barked and howled
You know there's no way out
But you don't know what it feels like
To have yourself in different pieces
And you know there's no glue
That can hold them together
I am over the age
Where reality is healthy
But I am certainly allowed
A way or two out
So here's to wigs and bell bottom pants
To fire in your eyes and tears in your heart
To empty afternoons and walking through sunshine
To cold closet nights and girls with two faces
To girls with two faces and pantyhose in their trousers
To tired bedclothes and broken pieces
To coffee at midnight and nights on the roof
Here's to glue and tape and strings and grout
Here's to finding a way to figure it out
21.12.01
[ 22 December 2001: Message edited by: yakksoho ]
Familiar garb shakes me
Threads feel homely to the touch
Wigs are not natural
A friend of a friend
Explanations are extraneous
And curiosity killed the cat
How can one expect
A normal person to understand
When mirrors present a false reflection?
Tumors pulse inside me
From the blemishes of birth
But I ca'n't expect you to see them
"Normal" is a personal standard
So every one is normal
Differences
Are what make us that way
What unites us is what tears us apart
What mends what's torn in two
But I cannot even unite myself
I am split down the middle
From side to side
The broken pieces of my mind
Don't fit together
They never will
How can I be the same
When I am so different inside?
He was my escape
He was my freedom
He was my face
To walk down the street
How many people turn their eyes
To see someone who's normal?
We're animals inside
And we can tell somewhere
In our mutated brains when someone's not
Who they really are
But walking down the street with false securities
I was finally in the right
The only eyes that met mine
Were the eyes of a child
Wearing trousers
Who wanted more than anything
To wear a dress
My reality is my stylus
And that wig was my first record
What good is a phonograph
Without a record?
What good is a record
Without an arm and a needle?
Rub your fingers along the grooves
Try to hear it in your mind
Try to feel what it sounds like
With all your heart
Try to slit your fingernail
Through those plastic lines
And make a thirty-three-rotation chirp
I bought me a stylus
And wound me up to fourty-five
I held my breath and spun around
Seventy-eight times as I walked down the street
And no one turned and looked at me
And no dogs barked and howled
You know there's no way out
But you don't know what it feels like
To have yourself in different pieces
And you know there's no glue
That can hold them together
I am over the age
Where reality is healthy
But I am certainly allowed
A way or two out
So here's to wigs and bell bottom pants
To fire in your eyes and tears in your heart
To empty afternoons and walking through sunshine
To cold closet nights and girls with two faces
To girls with two faces and pantyhose in their trousers
To tired bedclothes and broken pieces
To coffee at midnight and nights on the roof
Here's to glue and tape and strings and grout
Here's to finding a way to figure it out
21.12.01
[ 22 December 2001: Message edited by: yakksoho ]
