WIth eyes stinging, lack of sleep. There's too much light,even in the dark of this room. Morning won't pull me from this bed, No....a fight will be put up and not until the awful sun is staring into my tired highway eyes, (through windshield bugs and dirt, bird shit...saying hello in that "have a nice day" meaningless blinding smile. To fall asleep, 59 mph, spilling into ditches spelling death would just be too damn easy. Why not die at a desk 8 hours at a time?)
will I realize that I've lost again. There's always tomorrow. Driving mornings and walking nights, unheard by the prisoners of glowing windows, flickering light like bars over glass. Unseen by the eyes staring through to a new glowing world. I like them there, what if they filled our dark lonely streets? Where would we hide? Hunger is hard to come by anymore. We eat sleep and piss hunger, cut and bleed ourselves dry only to search out and be filled again. The dark unknown feeds us...and the sound.
will I realize that I've lost again. There's always tomorrow. Driving mornings and walking nights, unheard by the prisoners of glowing windows, flickering light like bars over glass. Unseen by the eyes staring through to a new glowing world. I like them there, what if they filled our dark lonely streets? Where would we hide? Hunger is hard to come by anymore. We eat sleep and piss hunger, cut and bleed ourselves dry only to search out and be filled again. The dark unknown feeds us...and the sound.
I tend to be dissapointed by Nick Cave's new stuff. I prefer his older stuff, so I've given up on getting anything new by him.