Saturday, 13 July 2002

Trigger for Happiness

wish I could write like this:

Enough searching to know
that we’ve lost ourselves
in our slot machines, shotguns, and stripmalls
baby your technology
so slick and functional
and me without my nuclear arsenal
And if I could kill without guilt or sin
there’d soon be a few less record executives
and if I could kill and recieve forgiveness
there’d sure as hell be one less president

there’s got to be a pill for forgiveness
there’s got to be a trigger for happiness
Automatic sensory remote control
weather sattelites manipulate your soul
efficiently without a modicum of grace
I want to go out with a smile on my face

Machines of Loving Grace, Trigger for Happiness

Tuesday, 9 April 2002

Soft Collision

i don’t want to write anything today. so here are some song lyrics. what do they make you think about or feel like or what do you think they mean? actually just say anything about them that you want, i’m interested.

Soft now- the lips that dragged me down
Soft now- until I hit the ground
The night is soft
The light is soft
And i don’t want to wear this off- tonight
Sleep alone- seems to me
The virus bleeds

Soft now- she played her love scenes well soft now-
Should have sensed the sulphur smell
Soften the blow
Finger to tongue tongue to finger
Honey smear
Finger to tongue tongue to finger
Soften the blow

Machines of Loving Grace, The Soft Collision