there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
Music
inside a broken clock
splashing the wine
with all the Rain Dogs
taxi, we'd rather walk.
huddle a doorway with the Rain Dogs
for I am a Rain Dog, too
oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night
for it was all ripe for dreaming
oh, how we danced away
all of the lights
we've always been out of our minds.
the rum pours strong and thin
beat out the dustman
with the Rain Dogs
aboard a shipwreck train
give my umbrella to the Rain Dogs
for I am a Rain Dog, too.
oh, how we danced with the
rose of tralee
her long hair black as a raven
oh, how we danced and you
whispered to me
you'll never be going back home
you'll never be going back home
Movies
a clockwork orange fight club fear and loathing in las vegas american history x dr. strangelove, or how i learned to stop worrying and love the bomb the pest the wall fantasia live at pompeii the squid and the whale eternal sunshine of the spotless mind american psycho stand by me little rascals pi requiem for a dream DOLEMITE
Television
Books
those that open the blinds in the dusty attic of the human psyche, substance that transcends.
Heroes
townes
syd
kurt
nesta
waters
smiths
reed
beefheart
pixies
stripes
lennon
nico
strummer
rocha
dali
warhol
About me: but if you comfort me till dawn
i’d sing your lonesome song
pack my things and i’ll get gone, vagrantly
but with your high heels and your mace
you tell me i’m out of place
rip my eyes out of my face with ease
and if i had one inch of pride
you took that too when you said goodbye
you know i died the day you set me free
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace things, but burn burn burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes "awww!" - jack kerouac
fly low ye carrion crow
seize my body for the debt I owe
drop me high into the depths below
for the things I've seen no one else should know
it's just you and me and my rib-caged brain
we polish the brass and we dust the panes
and we lay down fallow like slaveless chains
and they call us sick as though they're all so sane
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