i'm frantically strumming
and I'm quietly shuffling
my fingers are fumbling
and voice so obviously quivering
trying to speak the words
the words that thousand folks said
so much better than I will ever say
but only feeling like there plastic
like silk roses, synthetic clothing.
I'm singin for everything I ever was
for everything i'll ever be
and cryptically telling you I'm nothing
I want to paint pictures with words
tell you that the freckles are eyelids
your skin stares at me and through me
I wanna tell you that highways and freeways
are filled with reds and with whites
with a subtle irony that they are the veins
of our nation, with each car a cell.
someday you'll know that the tv's a whore
and we actually pay for her shit?
that each star has exploded
and the images we see are the product
of an illiterate carnivore seeking for new blood
I'm starved little nation, fighting for peace
I'm a civil revolution rolled into a heart
how do I end this anyways?