stressandstars

Such a fantastic fool you are, nothing but the best, mad Jack To chase after such an unworthy woman! around such an old world So hell-bent to be her savior you would draw a circle for the devil Ask for what you wanted and sign your silly soul away I'd know your hair, your eyes, and your bent nose on any street tonight I plan to put a shiver on your skin and give back the grit into your teeth The question is, were they always such a sheer and stainless white, your teeth? Did you ever tell your lady-love how very faithless was her Jack? Grime and soot lend a green tint to the thick killer's fog tonight In a little spineless city that c

Joe and I rolled to a stop in this stupid little town Took us all the way from the car to the gas station's automatic door To realize the silence was the sound of no birds singing, Before we noticed all the dogs we could see Were barking right at us. Joe has this weird kind of thing about his car, you know As far as I can tell it only runs when he really wants it to Me? Well, I am always along for the ride Where it is Joe wants his car to go certainly can't be any Worse than the place we already were. We chose to stay a while and found a little hotel With two little beds, one for each of us; the clerk smiled. I wanted to explain;

The man who stands before me has a voice like rough-hewn carriage wheels, or maybe more like bloody gravel ground underneath his black boot heels. He gives me all the time I need to name the nature of the sound. When has there been a single soul he's tried to force, coerce, or drown? He's left it to these clay-born creatures to damn ourselves with complex deals. What a lovely way to shift the blame for all the hurt we humans feel, but we are talking to ourselves when we engender these mad appeals. He comes then to collect those who have run themselves aground. He calls it such a perfect mercy, the man who stands before me. He reassur