木曜日, 11月 04, 2004

Bu$hleaguer

Mexico City: July,2003.

How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable.
This is such a happening tailpipe of a party.
Like sugar, the guests are so refined, (look like melting m&ms).

A confidence man but why so beleagued?
He's not a leader he's a Texas leaguer.
Swinging for the fence. Got lucky with a strike.
Drilling for fear makes the job simple.
Born on third. Thinks he got a triple.

Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
Blackout weaves its way,....

I remember when you sang
That song about today.
Now it's tomorrow and
Everything has changed.


A think tank of aloof multiplication.
A nicotine wish and a columbus decanter.
Retrenchment and hoggishness.
The aristocrat choir sings,
"What's the ruckus?"
The haves have not a clue.
The immenseness of suffering,
And the odd negotiation, a rarity.
With onionskin plausibility of life,....
And a keyboard reaffirmation.

Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
Blackout weaves its way,....

I remember when you sang
That song about today.
Now it's tomorrow and
everything has changed.

gossard, vedder
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