Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Emotion is Blood in the Water
Last night i sat here about to upload the next entry. It did not feel right.
The time did not feel right. The reason is fading from my life. So all I have to offer in writing is this truth that nothng can touch. No one can corrupt. these words. This is my dream, my real nightmare of this place...
I dont want you to like it.
But i hope your understand.
The girls on the streets all look sad in this gold encrusted little town
Why is that?
Isn't this the town of dreams?
It might be... But it comes with a price,
It's a town that never does anything and yet takes all the credit.
A place that promises so much,
But never has a thing to say,
Or a care in the world.
There is no memory here,
No dream for itself but the dreams of others,
And all over the world you talk of a place you've only seen in re-runs.
Immortalized for it's vice, and deified for it's carnage.
There's money in the air there?
All you have to do is reach up and grab it...sure
In basements, garages, parking lots, empty lots, schoolyards, town cars, backrooms and more,
Diamonds are fashioned from expectations and fortified on a steady diet,
of simple lives and red carpets.
The ejaculating Zeitgeist in night vision
Culture is a punch line and emotion is blood in the water
The sharks here play games you can't fathom.
But you flock here anyway
On borrowed money and credit cards,
Spend a week bull shitting yourself that it was all true!
All of it,
Just to watch in horror as it all falls to pieces under the gravity of reality
The starry eyes fade as it dawns on you
Nothing is guaranteed
You are a part of the great divide
The chosen or the frozen
Now your mouth's away without a net
Your college money's a collage of debt
and your credit cards are all snapped in fucking half
time to wander a landscape bereft of mercy
This is now the back lot of your failed movie
A waking dream re-written without your permission
The real luster, the soft focus, the...
Soap opera vision is just the hindsight of a world who's been lied to
Of sad surfs and untouchable lords
You took a chance didn't you?
But chance didn't have a par for you this time around, maybe next life
And you can't even walk home
The girls on the streets all look sad in this cardboard cut-out little town
It's not a shock.
That's the only thing here that's real
The gold is for fools
And paradise is lost but the hungry have never bothered with the cost
Day by day they fall away like rose petals,
Like ink that won't dry or fade
It just runs wild down cracks and crevices, grooves and folds.
This blood is in the water
and the demon comes closer to see me,
It speaks of memories that make me realise, i am worthless to this world.