room is dim

room is dim
and im startin to write
these people suck
and im startin to fight
feels better
got a short fuse
fight 'em off
avoid the abuse
dont let 'em push you
people forget their place
misery should be avoided
respect my space
but instead they push
and shoulder my shoulder
kinda weird
like a human boulder
leave the sidewalk
and talk in the park
people with crowds
town in the dark
itchy face
shower waitin
paste in the sink
women faintin
skin surprises
uptight fools
fight too much
too many rules
back home, columbus
the people doubt
when i say wales
think im a lout
but thats their mistake
dont know better
better this way
i need a sweater
wind is cold
with the ac on
steps in the hallway
a porcelain jon
tables shift
and chair in place
gotta admit
dont mind this place

havent written in awhile

havent written in awhile
kinda outa practice
but at least i can speak them
thats an improvement on this
before i couldnt do that
couldnt speak my words to
there's nobody here
just me and you
and things come out better
when you speak em out loud
its better like this
perhaps i could be proud
its kinda cold here
but thats alright
there's alot of people
i'd like to fight
but i swore against that
no longer a fighter
anita doesnt smoke
dont have a lighter
the trains are loud
and the breaks are bad
the drivers are same
makes me mad
and i dont think this
was i thought
when i drove over
had a different plot
but im here now
things seem different
not quite the same
perhaps we were missent
days go by
and i hardly go out
there's lots of cars
and cops about
never at night
just in the day
through the window
beep and bray
horses in parks
preserved by people
probably huddling
under steeples

am i wastin my time

am i wastin my time
in this horrible city
cobblestone streets
perhaps its fitting
the foods not bad
if you dont mind dying
the people here
feel like crying
victorian ways
and uptight people
they're huddlin around
the old church steeple
everythings old
preserved too much
keepin out the new
the control is clutch
we wont live here
not like this
things've gone sour
we got the winter kiss
the cars in the garage
packed to go
we might hop in
will we leave i dunno
but new yorks nearby
smoggy but full
expensive as fuck
but not at all dull
that might be the ticket
for us over here
this place isnt great
worse than i'd feared
i met some old friends
over in the old town
an old girlfriend of mine
with whom id fooled around
gave her a hug
and had a long talk
met at a bar
and went for a walk
she's just a bitch
with her closed off ways
never answerin her phone
and with that dead gaze

they said it'd be great

they said it'd be great
but what a lie
the people here
like to play i spy
they stare out the corner
of their folded eyes
i dont really like
the sight of these guys
we've tried to meet people
done the club thing
went to a place
where people sing
they dont let her in
got a limit on age
kinda strange
threw her into a rage
so im writin songs
about what ive seen
the people here
really quite mean
segregated town
and the weathers rundown
cops on horses
and there's strangers around
we're in an apartment
payin out the ass
more than its worth
but lifes a gas
my girls out now
buyin things
got my guitar
and the truth rings
this place's no good
the people bad
the foods alright
the place a fad
they called it irish
but its just boring
trains are dead
people practically snoring
and the musics shit
got no life
people in bars
absent of strife

got the radio on

got the radio on
im lyin in bed
the doors are closed
ideas in my head
wanna fly around the country
see some places
we needa pick a school
and meet some new faces
parents are crazy
and the religions bad
gene simmons had the right idea
yamica drove him mad
i took off my cap
did my own thing
better live free
see what days'll bring
too many ties
people bind themselves up
too many rules
bound since we were pups
but the worlds not bad
if you stay away from poison
there's lots of good
if it's bad avoid 'em
lotta bad people
led me astray
but i got away
had a better day
they're locked away
with their folks
wastin their lives
their dreams a joke
they'd pull me down
if they had a chance
but i got saved
by my current romance
so im in a new town
in a new city
cobblestone streets
seem quite fittin
englands away
across the ocean
supposed to be the place
where we'll keep our lives in motion

light on the wall

light on the wall
and im feelin withdrawl
from my guitar
its real far
ive done an open mic
i saw what it was like
was kinda fun
but the people were glum
they dont let her in
they dont want her buying
she's under the age
and she can't be caught lying
got the radio on
and my girl on the way
the windows are closed
it'll be a good day
got some films to watch
some clothes on the floor
got food on the side
maybe we'll get more
the weathers cold
but the ac's on
it gets warm in here
the staircase's long
the streets are empty
especially at night
never any cops
so beware of fights
bloody faced kid
and a bum at the door
guy at the stand
doesnt smile anymore
kids on the train
talkin real loud
lady all grim
doesnt seem like anyones proud
the places divded
the blacks arent here
boats in the sea
and the shops are near
foods not fresh
just fatty and bad
but we're here for a week
hopefully you dont get mad

living amongst tombs

living amongst tombs
of the revolutionaries
this's a place
with alot of sea ferries
ocean feeds much
and the people tight lipped
a grim faced bunch
women fast to quip
laundramats far
and food hard to get
bums everywhere
how could we forget
the ghettos down south
and latinos up north
a segregated city
as such put forth
the jobs're supposedly there
but i cant see any
places close at ten
under 21 cant be merry
we're considering leaving
and going up north
where they wont bother here
and she can run her due course
same with england
my hometown
if we went over there
id be pretty proud
a lot of history
and thats where i grew up
apparently alot of indians
that names a history hiccup
brown skinned people
apparently lumped together
its kinda stupid
dont know why they bother
but thats the history
its a racist country
built through conquest
hard to lay a past to rest
but these cobblestone towns
are all around
and we're being ground
and sent all around.

there's not much to do

there's not much to do
but write on this thing
trying to figure out
what the future will bring
in a bed in a room
in a building up a stair
on the streets there are people
without many cares
save their own and none else
they walk upright
theyll shove you out the way
and out of their sight
cobblestone streets
and sidewalks sidewalk
the bums all around
like to do double talk
coffee shop bagles
and 300 dollar sweaters
riding the t
and nevermind the weather
the beach isnt far
the park is quite big
people around here
never dance to a jig
despite the irish
there's hardly any green
but they're grounded in history
and are really quite mean
the place's segregated
people living in clumps
whites in the center
others in the dumps
oceans nearby
and the fish are fresh
you can order some oysters
see if you can stand the test
theyre not the best
kinda weird and wet
but thats what it is
pay and thats what you get
the grass might be green
but the people arent happy
hop on the train
and youll be the only one chatty

i havent written in ages

i havent written in ages
i used to write pages
like words from sages
just never paid wages
the ac whirs
and the silence concurs
as the memory blurs
things changed to as they were
father promises never to wrong
but it sbeen so long since i wrote a good song
times past fast and with the clang of a gong
soon ill challenge myself to speak another tongue
the world lays itself out before us
as we try to decide where to go
its an exciting time to live life
and really of future telling noone could know
the car could take us anyplace
if we so desired
we might take a plane this time for sure
for long drives we're just not wired
there just doesnt seem to be much to do
things seem to be laid out in gloom
my father says he's got it planned
but it might be quite out of hand
they control our words with their minds
they're the sort of devil to perform craft of that kind
and as we sit in our room
the choices at hand overhead seem to loom
endless noise and silence permeates
as people walk across the streets
im not sure how high this city rates
a lady throwing bread for the birds beaks
horses with men in the park today
as dogs are dressed in dress
the radio station broadcasting today
as we're faced with another test
movie theatre with popcorn poison
flickering screen with story
people in front propping feet up on backs
showing sneakers in all their glory
we leave mid film having watced it to often
and catch the subway home
and though we left many of our things
we happily continue to roam.

sittin in new york

sittin in new york
not sure what to do
they say this place
is absolutely cool
dont know anybody
except for my girl
she's pretty fuckin great
we'll take on the world
gonna study something
least thats the plan
not sure if its mine
dont know if i wanna do this again
but my dads payin
and you know his sayin
if youre gonna grow up
get a degree all the same
not sure if its my idea
ive just been confronted with this
but free school?
im not dense
i see my girl struggle
her parents dont care
they dont have much
doesnt seem fair
but the colleges cost alot
and it seems kinda weird
but this is the spot
its the direction that we steered
and now that we're here
dont know where to start
hard to get a hotel
in manhatten
here til wednesday
we'll see how that goes
got a tour of the place
apparently this's where the hipsters go
there's alot of people
and alot of stuff going on
lots of lights
and its meant to be alot of fun
been here for new years
and that was alright
but this time we're here
to fight the good fight