SOMEDAY MORNING
As the early morning filters through
My shuttered window pane
I look about and realize
That things are still the same
These flowers in a glass
Mark the hours that have passed
As I lay sleeping
And I can hear my footsteps ringing
Down the empty morning street
And the concrete that I walk upon
Is cold beneath my feet
A single winging dove
Reminds me of the sleeping love
That I am leaving
'Cause everyone must someday do his own thing
'Cause everyone must someday do his own thing
And I have a brand new song to sing
In the morning skies the stars
Begin to sputter and to fade
As the night surrenders all its claim
On shadows it has made
A watchdog's hungry bark
Is the morning's first remark
Upon my walking
And everyone must someday do his own thing
And everyone must someday do his own thing
And I have a brand new song to sing
And I'm told that if I try
That I can do most anything
Well then I would like to sing a song
And make this morning ring
As the morning turns to day
Hear the waking city say
Who is that singing
Le Pain Perdu
I befriended my confusion quite some time ago
She tells me everything is gonna be alright (it's alright)
my senses make it real to me in all types of ways
but I'm so angry at my jealousy
that I hold it inside my heart like it's alright
Catapult my visions into realism's bosoms
Dreams prefer caesarian with plastic spoons and knives
that's what you get when your brain masturbates
there's no pleasure
so when I evacuate my intimate states
while screaming "Oh how sweet it is to be loved by you"
the dirty