August 16, 2006

One of My Turns

One of My Turns

"Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?
"This place is bigger than our apartment!
"erm, Can I get a drink of water?
"You want some, huh?"
"Oh wow, look at this tub? Do you wanna take baaaath?"
"What are watching?"
"Are you feeling okay?..."

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.

Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe.
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you like to see me try?

Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?

Turned 44 today....................Damn........Just Damn

Posted by BillyBudd at August 16, 2006 10:05 PM | TrackBack


Saeng-il Chukhahamnida! (Happy Birthday!)

Posted by: Cowboy Blob at August 17, 2006 04:17 AM


(repeat, ad infinitum)

I don't remember being 44 ... I think Hussein had invaded Kuwait?

Posted by: SA at August 27, 2006 08:36 AM

A musical about the witches from The Wizard of Oz breaks West End box office records, its producers say.

Posted by: Braedon Leighton at June 20, 2007 06:30 AM