[Horsepower]: 40 Days
Listen, here, you sorry sucker,
you're gonna drink.
We gotta go.
We've been here for ten minutes
eighteen seconds and
and you still ain't drank;
you got some willpower.
I get it; I do.
God gets it, too.
You gotta drink.
Listen, here, now.
This is the desert,
You gotta drink.
You got to put that
mouth to the water
and stick your head down
This is the only waterin' hole
from here to San Antonio
and I'll about shit my pants
if you don't stick your head
Will you? for me?
I love you,
and we both know your mouth is dry,
where was it that you learned that?
to run so furiously away from what aids you,
I could put it in a different container, a new glass if you like,
why won't you drink?
I wish I could still speak your language
I could warm it, or cool it for you
I could take it in my hands and press those hands to your hesitant mouth until the water falls and drains like grains of sand,
You are wild, horse, you are wild and I will never understand your resistance to be free,
I love you,
and we both know your mouth is dry
Something to See
Take my hand and come with me
There is something you should see
You don't have to give up hope
You don't have to cut the rope
Come on follow right behind
There's a path that curves and winds
If we stay right where we should
We won't get lost in the wood
Don't you dare lose sight of me
I want you close, to hear you breathe
There's no need for us to part
Hold my hand it's getting dark
I know where we ought to go
I know what I want to show
You may not make it on your own
Whether you're small or if you're grown
Don't fall back it's getting black
We need to stay right on the path
If we just stick to the trend
Soon we will be at the end
When we arrive you'll finally see
Where I wanted you to be
But if you don't like the view
We'll move on to something new.
You can lead a whore to culture,
but you can't make her think.
She could meet your mother
but it wouldn't be free.
Good for a porn,
but a bad documentary.
She could stand for something
but it wouldn't mean anything,
Just drop her over seas,
call her the statue of liberty,
Then give her your tired,
ship her your hungry.
But as a whore
she hasn't the facility,
to tend to those you immigrated
(they become the casualty)
So, you can preach a new world order but you cannot make it succinct?
This new whore of a culture
will then blindly mislead
all the cattle fighting battles
of a war they in truth feed.
Fighting, killing, rioting,
all to keep the peace.
We can openly admit this...
Why can't we make it cease?
Altoids and nature and unconditional love
Everything is relative you say and I scoff because I have no defense. You're high and you're explaining that if you believe it enough you'll fly. We're looking out over the National Forest. Too high up to test the theory. And I'm never sure if I should laugh or beg. So I push the top on a rusted out Altoids can that came back from London in a carry on. It'd been tossed aside and forgotten until you unearthed it and complimented my Summer stash.
Kiss me I say to distract you from the flight. But you shake me off and I pop the top to show you a balloon and a simple bag stamped death and I have your attention and your needle has rot so I throw you the bag and walk away.
And I hate you and I love you and ill hold you in the swoon. And I'll throw my hands to heavens and pray they hear my thanks. Because I was so thankful that you were in my arms. So safe and unmolested by the world.
I fell asleep on the arch so far above the ground with you in my arms. And I woke too the dawn and you disoriented and searching for an Altoid and a Gimmick.
I kissed you before your fix and you loved me when you found it.
Take My Hand.
Take my hand, will you?
Of a free will I offer it
Walk with me, please do
By my side, I bid you sit
Take my hand, will you not?
I will walk with you
Across that bridge
Yea, that of lonesome doubt
Now you are weary
To carry you I ought
I bring not much clout
Only a resolve so stout
Floundering in rain, snow and hail
Your strength, your wisdom, they fail
Here, take my hand
Together we will stand
An island you cannot ever be
We are never alone
Though we wade in these murk
These dark waters unending
You are sinking fast partner
Grab a proferred hand
And another day
Ignorant I am not of your story
Surely, it is horrid, squalid andgory
Your untold tale of woe and treachery
You poor victim of an uncanny sin
Winds, storms, they billow
Beleagured by their vehement roll
Trust me, I know
Life drags on, and we but keep in tow
Count on me, you need somebody
I ain't much but a friend
I'd lend a hand
Should you find mine worthy
Here's my shoulder, use my back
I'm right behind you
And I'm no fiend
We are in this together
In cold nights and stormy weather
Here we'll wait,
'Til help comes from up high
In the mean
Take my hand
Out of the nadir
We'll both rise.
Please I beg you to love me
I have gold I have diamonds I have everything you need
I will keep you clothed in velvet and lace insatiable greed
Please I beg you to kiss me
I will feed you with oysters and black caviar
From up in the sky I will pluck you a star
Please I beg you to hold me
I will wrap you in mink and dress you in silk
Scent you with roses and bathe your skin in milk
Please I beg you to stay
I will sit with you drinking the finest of wine
I will give you everything if you will just be mine
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