Scatterbrain (aka Dead as Leaves) {Radiohead}
I'm walking out, in a force ten gale.
Birds thrown around, bullets for hail.
The roof is pulling off, by it's fingernails.
Your voice is rapping on my windowsill.
YESTERDAY's headlines...
blown by the
wind.
yesterday's PEOPLE (end
up...)
SCATTERbrain. any fool can
pick a hole I only wish I could
fall in
a moving target (in a)
firing range.
somewhere i'm not...scatterbrain
somewhere i'm not
scAAAAAAAtter
brain.
lightning fuse powercutSCATTERbrain
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Masochism is a bitch.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
la la la laaaaaaaa la la la....
lalala laaaaaaaaaa lala laaaaaaaaa...
la la......................................
LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...
LaLaLaLAlAlAlAlAllllllllllaaaa...
la la..
Don't tell.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
!) wake up
@) fall in love
#) close your eyes
$) forget
%) repeat
^) look around
&) wake up
*) you've been dreaming again
() don't listen to it
)) you're better off now
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Relax. Don't think about the way I treat you.
That's a line that's been stuck in my head a lot lately. It is the sum of what has been sucked out of myself by every wrong trust. And it's beautiful. Take more.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Look around your room. You've not looked close enough. Someone may've hid a note for you. You should check. It could be important.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
There are little pieces of them that you've collected. You'll never throw away these items that have no meaning to anyone but you. You're clinging. It's not productive. Turn these bits and pieces into something that you'll be better locking in a vault so it can't be stolen.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
As much as I would like this fall to swing through, and hold me on the haunches of Haloween, it is stealing my breath. It's twisting nights into wanting more. "You are so cold sometimes."
"Why are you always warm?"
"I am not. My feet are cold."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
she looks like christmas with my child eyes,
cherry flavored, sugar coated...
aching stomach, guess i'm sick.
guess i'm sick on this.
who could tell and who could see
that when my eyes get wide and wild
i've become another child
waiting for a plastic tree.
she walks in like christmas, then she leaves
now my thoughts are halloween.
all the leaves and branches wilt
and colors fade and candles melt
this is just that time of year...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Somewhere along the way this was supposed to make sense, but then I felt like writing.
I'm listening to The End [Doors] right now and I'll not stop writing until it's over.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Take me out for coffee sometime. Take me out to write and chat about things. It's been so long.
The song has ended.
I'm walking out, in a force ten gale.
Birds thrown around, bullets for hail.
The roof is pulling off, by it's fingernails.
Your voice is rapping on my windowsill.
YESTERDAY's headlines...
blown by the
wind.
yesterday's PEOPLE (end
up...)
SCATTERbrain. any fool can
pick a hole I only wish I could
fall in
a moving target (in a)
firing range.
somewhere i'm not...scatterbrain
somewhere i'm not
scAAAAAAAtter
brain.
lightning fuse powercutSCATTERbrain
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Masochism is a bitch.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
la la la laaaaaaaa la la la....
lalala laaaaaaaaaa lala laaaaaaaaa...
la la......................................
LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...
LaLaLaLAlAlAlAlAllllllllllaaaa...
la la..
Don't tell.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
!) wake up
@) fall in love
#) close your eyes
$) forget
%) repeat
^) look around
&) wake up
*) you've been dreaming again
() don't listen to it
)) you're better off now
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Relax. Don't think about the way I treat you.
That's a line that's been stuck in my head a lot lately. It is the sum of what has been sucked out of myself by every wrong trust. And it's beautiful. Take more.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Look around your room. You've not looked close enough. Someone may've hid a note for you. You should check. It could be important.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
There are little pieces of them that you've collected. You'll never throw away these items that have no meaning to anyone but you. You're clinging. It's not productive. Turn these bits and pieces into something that you'll be better locking in a vault so it can't be stolen.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
As much as I would like this fall to swing through, and hold me on the haunches of Haloween, it is stealing my breath. It's twisting nights into wanting more. "You are so cold sometimes."
"Why are you always warm?"
"I am not. My feet are cold."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
she looks like christmas with my child eyes,
cherry flavored, sugar coated...
aching stomach, guess i'm sick.
guess i'm sick on this.
who could tell and who could see
that when my eyes get wide and wild
i've become another child
waiting for a plastic tree.
she walks in like christmas, then she leaves
now my thoughts are halloween.
all the leaves and branches wilt
and colors fade and candles melt
this is just that time of year...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Somewhere along the way this was supposed to make sense, but then I felt like writing.
I'm listening to The End [Doors] right now and I'll not stop writing until it's over.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Take me out for coffee sometime. Take me out to write and chat about things. It's been so long.
The song has ended.
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