http://www.cactusface.com/fathercupcake/reality10.mp3
the seasons are changin
cold creeps in
reality writing
flowin on this trane
the same beaten path
armed with my constition
its gonna be one cold winter i rekon
sandwhiched between a conversation
we roll through autumn air
east bounds and sounds
of the wheels rolling along the track
someone has moose mouth extraordinair
jump the gun and sweep the silent air
come on pablito please dont breathe
what has died inside?
rottin teeth and puss swollen gums
not even chewin gum will help this fuckers
ever present shit stink
damn g makin me get up and find another seat
seated next to a business woman
comin home from her corparate mind fuck
yuppies stand speaking business
a semi pretty girl seated
makes brief eyes
and i start to write
everyone existing in some weird sort of zone
waiting to arrive
trane takin some home
saddneess of summers end
2002 summer is done
evening
float off from the tides
of the river- our chemicals
flow in from industries and
peoples pee
red pants and black jacket
she is not really pretty but
next to her the reading redhead
but all i hear is some drunken wensday workinman rhetoric
(makin sense and seeing tents)
of pitched- shelter
from out of nowhere
the tunnell swallows
the train - peanut butter
taste
need chewin gum to blow bubbles
and pass this time
people all wrapped by their brains
grove street rolls up like anyother stop-
all about business
forgettfullness beer bellied parralell
face
the world
nyc
the me
and outer space
all coinhabbit this plane
that is time
that is now
that is here that is
forever lost in her glance
All that cohabbit this plane
that is time
that is now
that is here
that is a noun
forever lost in her glance
danny boy you must slow down and listen to what alyssa said
about forming the words and not get her so confused
pavonia newport
who is gettin on
who is gettin off
FOReVer
a woman gets up and gives her seat to a pregger female
conversion of conversations those folks are still going
talkin business blues on this train to
old man across from me looks like the child of count basie and charlie
parker
he tries to fflirt with the woman next to him
but she is immersed in her magazine and just smiles
and ignores count parkers advances
blonde woman in blue denim and black leather
her crawls up her crotch
and i can see
this time that is now
cannot be wasted
this place that is here
is nowhere but somewhere called a tunnell
under the hudson river
two more stops
then the 14th st roll
the stores the eyes the body contentment
cold creeps in
reality writing
flowin on this trane
the same beaten path
armed with my constition
its gonna be one cold winter i rekon
sandwhiched between a conversation
we roll through autumn air
east bounds and sounds
of the wheels rolling along the track
someone has moose mouth extraordinair
jump the gun and sweep the silent air
come on pablito please dont breathe
what has died inside?
rottin teeth and puss swollen gums
not even chewin gum will help this fuckers
ever present shit stink
damn g makin me get up and find another seat
seated next to a business woman
comin home from her corparate mind fuck
yuppies stand speaking business
a semi pretty girl seated
makes brief eyes
and i start to write
everyone existing in some weird sort of zone
waiting to arrive
trane takin some home
saddneess of summers end
2002 summer is done
evening
float off from the tides
of the river- our chemicals
flow in from industries and
peoples pee
red pants and black jacket
she is not really pretty but
next to her the reading redhead
but all i hear is some drunken wensday workinman rhetoric
(makin sense and seeing tents)
of pitched- shelter
from out of nowhere
the tunnell swallows
the train - peanut butter
taste
need chewin gum to blow bubbles
and pass this time
people all wrapped by their brains
grove street rolls up like anyother stop-
all about business
forgettfullness beer bellied parralell
face
the world
nyc
the me
and outer space
all coinhabbit this plane
that is time
that is now
that is here that is
forever lost in her glance
All that cohabbit this plane
that is time
that is now
that is here
that is a noun
forever lost in her glance
danny boy you must slow down and listen to what alyssa said
about forming the words and not get her so confused
pavonia newport
who is gettin on
who is gettin off
FOReVer
a woman gets up and gives her seat to a pregger female
conversion of conversations those folks are still going
talkin business blues on this train to
old man across from me looks like the child of count basie and charlie
parker
he tries to fflirt with the woman next to him
but she is immersed in her magazine and just smiles
and ignores count parkers advances
blonde woman in blue denim and black leather
her crawls up her crotch
and i can see
this time that is now
cannot be wasted
this place that is here
is nowhere but somewhere called a tunnell
under the hudson river
two more stops
then the 14th st roll
the stores the eyes the body contentment
