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Bluelighter
Day after day I’m more confused
And I look for the light through the pouring rain
You know that’s a game that I hate to lose
And I’m feeling the strain
Ain’t it a shame
Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And drift away - tobey grey
strung-Out Suzie
turned blue on frigid winterized day.
The angels screams of Narcon went unanswered, that cold chicago morning
cry your way home...
Or lock yourself in the sun
The usual kids are rolling into town to either to 'try' and clean-up or stock up on chi-town heroin. Drew is unfortunately/fortunetly am stuck in the middle of madness, friends just having absolute mental breakdowns and crying and begging for hook-ups, score your own damn shit man, he is cold smacked out. Driving you insane. It WILL NOT, I repeat NOT be a repeat of the last 10 summers. He doesnt know how many people have already told him, "How many times have I heard that before?". Plenty, drew knows every excuse in the book he is a drug addick.
I am glad I have a handful of true friends that strictly look out for me and my family with big ol' hearts. Granted these are not and were never dope fiends, partiers yea, but lost in some alley rigging up behind a dumpster with gatorade (mine as well get my electrol lites some how, because all I eat is either heroin or pills, food huh?) because they couldnt wait the 2 minutes to get to a safe local, no not those kinda partiers.
flat line
wasted time
Finger printed checks
fraud with no consequence
the money is always there
act like I never care
emotionally corrupt
fuct-up
only in your mind
give a flying fuck...?
Sun backlighting the setting evening thunderclouds as shafts of light pierce the baby blue atmosphere...
Distract the attention to
somewhere else where my heat slows down and my hands dont shake
needle blues
free samples
Went down to Wilcox with 50 in my hand
stoned in some useless place
looking for a good time
distracted by randoms aacts of graffiti
jogs my memory into uncharted territories
la-la-la-la
Havent you known?
Everybody knows and the circus is staring to hit the city
Who will lose this months
black ego's?
you smell the stench
out of the race
nurses nicknamed 'vending machine'
Just leave me alone...
Laid down in a patch of ferns
limbs disappeared beneath the shaded branches
twisted and grunted but not grounded
I got no mind -
imaginary energy
spread between to hand clenched together on a pre-summer evening
what have I to lose...?
there is nothing left
stumble and maybee fall.
cresented moon shining a sliver of light on me
pocket ful of beer
and handfull or reefer
and windswept hair
blu-tinted barrel's
who does morphine, yuk
smeared eyeballs
remember the flying eyeball 91 or 92 dead tour shirts
visible rib cages (caged)
today is whatever happened when I was dreaming awake.
vivid rememberences of a far of land that
no future... you really believe that... brilliant shades of whatever he wanted
look to the past or is that backwards
bodies bleed nobodies see's
shaded views
insane main-vein jabs
wrap it up
The H-van that tour rats would no where to purchase heroin in every major city Nation wide stock up on bindles, bundles, jabs, bricks, wraps, chunks depending the lingo of the city. !00% mark up for the unfortunate addicts back on silly tours stung out among the spinning stars.
Pssst.... opiates smaCK.
huh...?
Those who want it know what to look for a drug that truly sells itself like nothing I have seen since.
elegant hell
Do you know where to begin
began on an umbrellaed night with a smokers pipe
Tanned skin and HI-heels
cock-tails closet pills heads
martini glasses straight in the bathroom stall
Do I enjoy this, no not really.
Tubes and buttons
grounded plugs
and old man with glazed eyeballs is in good spirits
people told me how to life my life, did I listen.
where are we going
space lights shining like a bright parade
looking for a cause
wedding bells are ringing but I am not listening
What ever became of strung-out Suzie...?
Oh yea she's dead
fear of death... Hell, No... What do I have to hide?
And I look for the light through the pouring rain
You know that’s a game that I hate to lose
And I’m feeling the strain
Ain’t it a shame
Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And drift away - tobey grey
strung-Out Suzie
turned blue on frigid winterized day.
The angels screams of Narcon went unanswered, that cold chicago morning
cry your way home...
Or lock yourself in the sun
The usual kids are rolling into town to either to 'try' and clean-up or stock up on chi-town heroin. Drew is unfortunately/fortunetly am stuck in the middle of madness, friends just having absolute mental breakdowns and crying and begging for hook-ups, score your own damn shit man, he is cold smacked out. Driving you insane. It WILL NOT, I repeat NOT be a repeat of the last 10 summers. He doesnt know how many people have already told him, "How many times have I heard that before?". Plenty, drew knows every excuse in the book he is a drug addick.
I am glad I have a handful of true friends that strictly look out for me and my family with big ol' hearts. Granted these are not and were never dope fiends, partiers yea, but lost in some alley rigging up behind a dumpster with gatorade (mine as well get my electrol lites some how, because all I eat is either heroin or pills, food huh?) because they couldnt wait the 2 minutes to get to a safe local, no not those kinda partiers.
flat line
wasted time
Finger printed checks
fraud with no consequence
the money is always there
act like I never care
emotionally corrupt
fuct-up
only in your mind
give a flying fuck...?
Sun backlighting the setting evening thunderclouds as shafts of light pierce the baby blue atmosphere...
Distract the attention to
somewhere else where my heat slows down and my hands dont shake
needle blues
free samples
Went down to Wilcox with 50 in my hand
stoned in some useless place
looking for a good time
distracted by randoms aacts of graffiti
jogs my memory into uncharted territories
la-la-la-la
Havent you known?
Everybody knows and the circus is staring to hit the city
Who will lose this months
black ego's?
you smell the stench
out of the race
nurses nicknamed 'vending machine'
Just leave me alone...
Laid down in a patch of ferns
limbs disappeared beneath the shaded branches
twisted and grunted but not grounded
I got no mind -
imaginary energy
spread between to hand clenched together on a pre-summer evening
what have I to lose...?
there is nothing left
stumble and maybee fall.
cresented moon shining a sliver of light on me
pocket ful of beer
and handfull or reefer
and windswept hair
blu-tinted barrel's
who does morphine, yuk
smeared eyeballs
remember the flying eyeball 91 or 92 dead tour shirts
visible rib cages (caged)
today is whatever happened when I was dreaming awake.
vivid rememberences of a far of land that
no future... you really believe that... brilliant shades of whatever he wanted
look to the past or is that backwards
bodies bleed nobodies see's
shaded views
insane main-vein jabs
wrap it up
The H-van that tour rats would no where to purchase heroin in every major city Nation wide stock up on bindles, bundles, jabs, bricks, wraps, chunks depending the lingo of the city. !00% mark up for the unfortunate addicts back on silly tours stung out among the spinning stars.
Pssst.... opiates smaCK.
huh...?
Those who want it know what to look for a drug that truly sells itself like nothing I have seen since.
elegant hell
Do you know where to begin
began on an umbrellaed night with a smokers pipe
Tanned skin and HI-heels
cock-tails closet pills heads
martini glasses straight in the bathroom stall
Do I enjoy this, no not really.
Tubes and buttons
grounded plugs
and old man with glazed eyeballs is in good spirits
people told me how to life my life, did I listen.
where are we going
space lights shining like a bright parade
looking for a cause
wedding bells are ringing but I am not listening
What ever became of strung-out Suzie...?
Oh yea she's dead
fear of death... Hell, No... What do I have to hide?
