Альбом Mike Doughty

upon the rails
among the weeds
i had a moment of
serenity
i saw you stand
in all the green
upon the rusting rail
balancing

you were
the only answer
my plans
spun all around you
five years in the wrong, i am assured
my name to you is just another word

and in your bed
in morristown
you had magazines
thrown around
from under them
the phone it rang
and in the margin there
you wrote the number down

here she comes all low to the ground
just like the fog is a fattened cloud
air it turns to water when
dioxide tempts the hydrogen

why do you seek
why do you seek the pink life
how do you sleep
how do you ever lie down
why do you need
why do you need your science
why am i
your only outside line

who was that junk mustapha you were chilling with
down in the bars where regretful girls drift
i feel the need to steal some rest
i feel i’m getting killed by your fickleness

and the options they are infinite
and the chance
from my hand
i feel is slipping it

We are lovers through and through
though we made it through the storm
I really want you to realize
I really want to put you on
I've been searching for someone to satisfy
my every need
won't you be my inspiration baby
the real love that I need
yeah
Real Love.... I'm searching for a real love
someone to set my heart free
real love.. I'm searching for a real love

when I met you I just knew
that you wouldn't take my heart and run
once you told me how you felt for me
you said I'm not the one
so I slowly came to see
all the things that you are made of
and a pile of my dreams and inspirations
lead me towards a real love
Lyrics
real love... I'm searching for a real love
someone to set my heart free
real love.... I'm searching for a real love

and I thought you were the answer
to the question in my mind (X2)
yeah...yeah....

what does it mean, what can you do about it
what can you say when you don't even know
about it
its a nightmare, its all negative
nothing matters and what if it did you could
lock your doors, close all your windows and
hide away....hide away...

real love...I'm searching for a real love
someone to set my heart free

ice cracking
fickle junkie
your girl calls
where have you been last night?
loverboy
where you been hiding?

no peace
los angeles

coming down
wilshire boulevard
blurry stream of light
radio
road sign
and you are more awake
than is possible

and the true dope on salvation is
two weeks in a clinic
and a public testimonial
you tell them kids
tell them not to hurt themselves
speeding out from who you are

do this for the remembrance of me

oh i could give a straight up goddamn
i could give you four or five of them
i got a thousand in my bank account
break it open let the goddamns walk out

all my traumas hinge upon
some convoluted axiom
of the cube of x plus y
equals itself divided by now

where have you gone?

i been to south of highland falls before
i am a waiter in a furniture store
i’m in demand and i’m unsure why
i get to roll with the flyest of the fly

all my limbs are sticks and lines
my head’s a point upon my spine, i can’t
get no quadrilateral
i can’t say half empty or half full now

and slapping at the angles of the shape you’re in
left sleeve in velvet, right sleeve in sharkskin
all your laughs snapping like a dog bark
left here looking for girls that glow in the dark

the dark is droppping like a spot
of black ink squeezed into a glass of water
and now the crowds are thinning out
into the light down in the subway station

here this train speeds underground
this train speeds under the river

and i will drift back to the slope
some face unlit, there, stuck into the incline
where i will sleep off all the noise
the soot accumulated, all my trials

i thank you
lord almighty up above
just for sending out the F train to me

so thankful
for all the unspent love
that i save up in the jar of money

your polaroid is on the wall
stuck in the crack between the door and door-frame
trapped in the middle of some laugh
some drunken joke some friend of yours was telling

You say you dont look at me
I say you dont look so good
I went out in the cold
to buy a paper
Pushing every button in the elevator

But I know
I got my looks
and you got yours
Must have learned them
from a million stars
Oh looks
Oh man
Oh looks
Oh man

I get em on the bus
and I get em on the streets
and I get them from you
Always looking for a reason
looking for a cure
LyricsWhat can i do
Im jsut so tired of you

And I wish the lights would dim
Cause I can see what this is leading to
and it looks real grim

But I know
I got my looks
and you got yours
Guess you just werent
What I was looking for
oh looks
oh man
oh looks
oh man

I get em on the bus
and i get on the street
and I get em from you
Always looking for a reason
Looking for a cure
What can i do
What can i do
What can i do
What can i do
What can i do

oh i will not
be undersold
the grip is tight
the hand is cold
like money thrown
upon the sea
i hope my love
swims back to me

and i can’t save nobody

i was shunned and falsified

oh there’s a car
down on the lot
smarter than
the car i got
and there i am
inside the trunk
water slow-
ly boils to funk

i believe
if you wanted to leave you would
seek relief
you would seek to alleviate

sell your house to the banker
grab your tchotchkes and papers too
get the hell out of madison
all the dirt you wander through

go and call the accountant
grab your dope and your shelltoe shoes
fax it off to your lawyer
all the dirt you wander through

all of you
floats down flatbush avenue
all run through
with all the weight of all you knew

nobody likes you
nobody you like likes you now

oh i have felt
cobain’s sarcoma
growing on
this will of mine
to drag me down
into the water
the joy i feel
before i drown

and the lord’s hand moves on the scheme of my nerves
in the chemicals swimming and the substance of the earth
his love so great but the soul singers spurn him
to sing their love to some unknown reckless girl

they sing to great
queen heroina
the comfort that
she warms them with
their music swells
with all their yearning
they are ashamed
Lyricsto sing for him

who has built these shells that our spirits knock inside
and weep for their release in the onrush of the tide
of the lord’s great seas that will boil when he returns
to pluck us off the face of this sad and dirty world

i saw sam cooke
and ian curtis
at the door
of his golden realm
they sang his name
sweet lord in heaven
and then the lord
he let them in

head down, in the rain
don’t you think i want you to?
let’s play telephone
i’m the rubber, you’re the glue

drop this flattened blossom in an envelope
and send it to you

to fight this
the language
barrier

hey self-murderous
too much love has clogged the world
it’s all dirt and flesh
digging through to find a pearl

pluck it and seal it in a pouch now
dispatch it to you

oh the lips they taste like freebase
and the joints of freebase too
meanwhile i’m inland with saint russell
sniffing airplane glue
i hope somebody loves me
when all of this is through

your back curves like a creeping vine
with the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine
in the black-coffee bowl of your eye
why do you overestimate the size of the lie?

i’ve seen
the dangers of
your rising sign
but i swear
i’d like
to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
it’s all inside the wrist, it’s
all inside the way you time it
i resent the way you make me like myself

my nerves jump
like a boiling pan
like a skillet full of oil spits,
rattling on the burner
when i stumble onto the thought
of the match you lit and dropped and set the
dial to slow yearn

can i spell it out?
should i spell it out?