MonaVox
Rock n' Roll Doggie
I was at work one day and we sent a mailing to a place called Burns Harbor. I don't remember what state it's in. I thought it was a cool name though. So I went home and wrote about it. Here's hopin I didn't rip off "The River" 
Burns Harbor (Breaking the Day)
Rose is in the rain, Rose is in that rain;
?I?ll come back to where I left you again.
Right now you?re the world, and you?re in my way,?
Cities fade to cinema, and you and Cinnamon stand and wait.
I still got ashes in my teeth from when I ate America?s veins;
While a boundless fist in the blood blurred, you kiss Rose in the rain.
I was trying to get used to seeing $100 in my hand all at once for a first,
I was reeling on a roof or on the Angel?s Back Leg of the Universe.
You fill out my reservations, you spoil my applications.
You want the Pity, but all I got is what of yours I?ve taken.
Beg me, ?a conscience can be cleared like a check in this town;
days are for breaking, and buildings are beers to be downed.?
But I?d like to stay around
So I need a faster hunger
To fire through me harder
And cool Burns Harbor.
?Jesus stole my soul? because the upper counties drown in a drought again.
And I took all day getting dressed and ready with nowhere to go but where I went.
We grew up here near the water weight, basically torn because distance moved away.
Every time you want your tongue in the mouth of the sun, you just taste yourself;
every time you floor your feet against an angel?s back, you just get the ground, nothing else.
Queen Victoria took us to a Cadillac land, the basement of my mind.
You walk right to the edge knowing many men laid there before in the pavement feeling fine.
That?s the world and it got in our way, so it?s one foot one wish one secret over...
Now I rise in the rain for you, beating the child, blessing the bruise as it gets closer.
You said you needed a faster hunger
To burn through you harder
And cool Burns Harbor.
Then you get to eating apples in the bedroom and spitting out the seeds like words:
?Where?s my fucking father now I fucking need him?? and ?How does the Way get in my world??
The 12 year old in you is the excuse letting you break a sweat, break a back,
Break the height, break the facts, break the rain against the angel?s back, break the day at last.
Rose is in that rain where beauty yields to Whatever?s Left,
And a conscious is cleared just like a check
After burning down the church house,
After tearing into my house.
Is it really that easy?
Is it really that easy
Making the world
And getting out of its way?
Burns Harbor (Breaking the Day)
Rose is in the rain, Rose is in that rain;
?I?ll come back to where I left you again.
Right now you?re the world, and you?re in my way,?
Cities fade to cinema, and you and Cinnamon stand and wait.
I still got ashes in my teeth from when I ate America?s veins;
While a boundless fist in the blood blurred, you kiss Rose in the rain.
I was trying to get used to seeing $100 in my hand all at once for a first,
I was reeling on a roof or on the Angel?s Back Leg of the Universe.
You fill out my reservations, you spoil my applications.
You want the Pity, but all I got is what of yours I?ve taken.
Beg me, ?a conscience can be cleared like a check in this town;
days are for breaking, and buildings are beers to be downed.?
But I?d like to stay around
So I need a faster hunger
To fire through me harder
And cool Burns Harbor.
?Jesus stole my soul? because the upper counties drown in a drought again.
And I took all day getting dressed and ready with nowhere to go but where I went.
We grew up here near the water weight, basically torn because distance moved away.
Every time you want your tongue in the mouth of the sun, you just taste yourself;
every time you floor your feet against an angel?s back, you just get the ground, nothing else.
Queen Victoria took us to a Cadillac land, the basement of my mind.
You walk right to the edge knowing many men laid there before in the pavement feeling fine.
That?s the world and it got in our way, so it?s one foot one wish one secret over...
Now I rise in the rain for you, beating the child, blessing the bruise as it gets closer.
You said you needed a faster hunger
To burn through you harder
And cool Burns Harbor.
Then you get to eating apples in the bedroom and spitting out the seeds like words:
?Where?s my fucking father now I fucking need him?? and ?How does the Way get in my world??
The 12 year old in you is the excuse letting you break a sweat, break a back,
Break the height, break the facts, break the rain against the angel?s back, break the day at last.
Rose is in that rain where beauty yields to Whatever?s Left,
And a conscious is cleared just like a check
After burning down the church house,
After tearing into my house.
Is it really that easy?
Is it really that easy
Making the world
And getting out of its way?
I love the name. Dunno why
