Dying Radio
I’ve been working on this thing since the world outside turned grim
But the insides are alluding me again
I dropped my pocket knife when I was running for my life
Oh but life was somewhat easier back then
Is there anybody out there?
In the world I used to know?
The chatter from the static makes me feel less alone
Will I ever get a signal from this dying radio
Its cold this time of year whenever that may be
The fallout looks like winter in the spring
The sunlight hurts yours eyes so don't look into the light
Unless you enjoy the darkness it will bring
Is there anybody out there?
In this world I used to know?
The chatter from the static makes me feel less alone
Will I ever get a signal from my dying radio
The years of warning signs long before that faithful night
That was broken when the sirens began to wail
You cant take it when you go along with all you've ever known
I guess that ship may finally have sailed
Is there anybody out there?
In this world I used to know?
The chatter from the static makes me feel less alone
Will I ever get a signal from my dying radio
Bones
Remember when it only cost you everything you owned
And you might walk away with just a few broken bones
Now everything you need has a ticket price of your very soul
At least whats left of it once you’ve paid down the loans
The times that I spent in the dark prepared me for the days just like these
If you tilt your head the sky looks like it’s growing teeth
Chewing on wires and grief I think I know how it feels
A faded sign trying to sell you a dream of paradise
The deal of the century that never quite arrived
The times that I spent in the dark prepared me for the days just like these
But the great collapse
In circumstances
Was hastened by the fact
That all the things made out of shit
Won’t last the rain
And the clothes
That you wore yesterday
Makes you feel out of place
I guess that Joe won’t ever
Make a juice again
Remember when it only cost you everything you owned
And you might walk away with just a few broken bones
Signs
I ask for signs
This is what I get
A letter through the door saying live laugh and forget
I’ve been on hold
for twenty seven years
If I suffer jazz this smooth much longer maybe i’ll be next
The only saving grace
is that I’ve no place else to be
Since the whole damn thing went under
I’ve been hanging with the weeds
They always said
when the ending came
You’ll only get the highlight reel
instead it plays out in realtime
Strobe lights main lined
Into the feed
I’m missing the instructions
On how, I ought to feel
Texas
You glow under spotlights
The horoscope read
Though your radiance may feel forced
The pages are torn
But the stars they still hum
Call for the truth press one for the horse
Texas is watching
The centerpiece claims
Works remote but he never pays rent
He only takes calls
On lunar eclipses
And charges per psychic event
Your pet calls from heaven
Says the feature on grief
Maybe Oscars just a little withdrawn
He retreats to a black
Little room in his mind
And he waits for the end of the storm
There’s underlined lines
In biro and sweat
My head and my neck could part ways
They circled Don’t Panic
I’m just stayin’ alive
Maybe Texas remembers their names
I tear out a page
Fold it slow in my coat
Take nothing but stories and dust
And whisper to Oscar
And the horse in my head
That the stars must be right about us