Wednesday, October 31, 2007


You are not a child of this soil.
You may be captive here, but this is not your home;
this is a foreign land.
- Swami B.R. Sridhar

by David Bowie

Time -
He's waiting in the wings,
He speaks of senseless things;
His script is you and me, boy!

Time -
He flexes like a whore,
falls wanking to the floor;
His trick is you - and me - boy!

in quaaludes and red wine
demanding billy dolls
and other friends of mine -
"Take your time!"

The sniper in the brain
regurgitating drain,
incestuous and vain...
And many other last names!
Well I look at my watch; it says 9:25 and I think
"Oh God!
I'm still alive..."

We should be home by now!
We should be home by now!

are not a victim!
just scream with boredom!
are not evicting Time...


Goddamn, you're looking old!
You'll freeze and catch a cold
'cause you've left your coat behind -
Take your Time!
Breaking up is hard,
but keeping dark is hateful.

I had so many dreams;
I made so many breakthroughs!
But - YOU,
my Love,
were kind,
and love has left you

The door to dreams was closed.

Your park was real dreamless;
perhaps you're smiling now,
smiling through this darkness...
But all I had to give
was the guilt
for dreaming!

We should be on by now!
We should be on by now!
We should be on by now!
We should be on by now!
We should be on by now!


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