The Wanderer
Kid A
"blindness"
soon you will be alone
the things around you,
are no longer afraid.
what you cannot see
is written in her eyes
stones to throw
as she moves before you
your lost insight,
to the echoed blur
surrender it all,
the taste,
of frozen friction
and oblivion
whispers that linger
and sway,
off her lips, inside of you
in the drowning tv siren
lost thoughts resume their death
light crawls away
you close your eyes
to keep from following,
to shadow the flame...
the trance, the warm glow
a train at the end of the tunnel
her gaze staggers, remains
the only beautiful thing
you've trapped
in your soul
you wish
you had seen it
are you blind
to all this darkness?
~very messy, I changed this too many times, I built this around a few lines I had written yesterday that I liked when I went back and read them today, tried to make it into something evocative and intriguing here, but I didn't really accomplish it, this probably looks bleak, can't help it... too tired at 2:30 am to play with these lines anymore, bye.....
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"Say you write a song about a chandelier, and the chandelier gives off light. And the light is the color red and red reminds you of the color you're not supposed to wear around a bull. So you name the song Cow. It's real fucking simple, why don't you people get it???"
-Billy Corgan
soon you will be alone
the things around you,
are no longer afraid.
what you cannot see
is written in her eyes
stones to throw
as she moves before you
your lost insight,
to the echoed blur
surrender it all,
the taste,
of frozen friction
and oblivion
whispers that linger
and sway,
off her lips, inside of you
in the drowning tv siren
lost thoughts resume their death
light crawls away
you close your eyes
to keep from following,
to shadow the flame...
the trance, the warm glow
a train at the end of the tunnel
her gaze staggers, remains
the only beautiful thing
you've trapped
in your soul
you wish
you had seen it
are you blind
to all this darkness?
~very messy, I changed this too many times, I built this around a few lines I had written yesterday that I liked when I went back and read them today, tried to make it into something evocative and intriguing here, but I didn't really accomplish it, this probably looks bleak, can't help it... too tired at 2:30 am to play with these lines anymore, bye.....
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"Say you write a song about a chandelier, and the chandelier gives off light. And the light is the color red and red reminds you of the color you're not supposed to wear around a bull. So you name the song Cow. It's real fucking simple, why don't you people get it???"
-Billy Corgan