James Rabbit

 

Justice Poets in the Dark

 

Recorded May 25-28^th 2003 by Tyler Martin

 

1.       Start Start

2.       Already There

3.       Garage

4.       Modern Suckers

5.       One More Second Chance

6.       Losing My Cool

7.       Middle

8.       On High

9.       Sober Up

10.     Studios A Tomb

11.     Vice Comes So Naturally

12.     Tone Poem From Home

13.     Vegas

 

 

Start Start

 

Start, start, I’m openhearted

But the best will come when I’m being edited

So, stop me culture cramming

And I’ll sand you down so deep into the summer

 

What a bum its been

Its that time of year again

 

But I don’t give up
I’m the same kind of lover... if I had one

But I’m only half and half

 

So start smart, I’ll raise you fifty

But the rest will come when I have the heart

If I’m even kidding

You can send me back through layers and through stone ages

 

Years and then-

I’m that type of fool again

 

But I just can’t rest

I’m the same kind of feelings… if I had them

But I’m only twenty minutes

 

Normally avoid some type of concentration

And the rest I’ll shrug off thinner than a model

Of questionable virtue

I’ll await such flaws so shallow like a shark attack

 

Mirrors and friends

Its that type of day again

 

But I don’t give up

I’m austere like a Spartan and Athenian

And the best of both the worlds

 

 

Already There

 

You could take it out on me but I’m already there

Sic your pro-tools out on me, but I’m already there

 

Dramatic push that pulls me to your side

I’m already there I’m already

Indebted to circumstances fine

I’m already lost I’m already

 

Total in control and never listening through doorways

Never tapping phones, cause that’s just paranoid

And poor reception

 

You could point it out to me, but I’m totally dense

Point the giant building out to me, I’m totally dense

 

An idiotic spur-of-the-month quiz

I’ve already lost I’ve already

Done with systems multiply like this

I’m already done I’m already

 

Finished from an early age at life, those sunken eyes and

Torn up torso leads down to those legs

But we won’t go there

 

Softly like a cloud, I’m distant, hanging round

And you won’t listen to me anyway

You never listen to reason so

Instead of going on like this

I’ll go back to the main point.

 

 

Garage

 

When garage has let you down

Those lifestyles never sick

I’ll wish you something hopeful

Or something that’ll better stick

Collapse me-happening on lines on down the freedom

Rings, till its empty

But I’m many miles away

 

Away like you should go

I’m alive, just so you know

 

Bless perceptive characters on high

And we connect

Worry me with faithless yellow eyes

And its apt

And then if you meant it

We would have had something forever

But now you’re a wreck

And I mean it still together

 

Something more intact

Pretend I had some impact

 

You – calling crowds, partial shapes

And give me a break

O Cinema, bend this way

And give me something

 

When you’ve lived like this so long,

You know that it’s a shame

I wake up with my laundry,

Grab some lunch and start the day

Hit the carpet around twelve

And press the snooze again

Its clear to the doctors

That my patterns aren’t working

 

Band-Aids and cheap thrills

Define another pill

 

Modern Suckers

 

Standing blankly at the passenger’s side

Going to pass out, cause the smoke is too high

That’s the breaks there, and the skid goes fast

I’m so right now, and the green lights pass on the right

 

Turning quaintly to the central square

Where the doves, and better scenery than this are there

With a passion, with a sense beyond control

With a fashion, sense can’t be paroled on trial

 

And it’s a hopeful peace we wage someday

But until then, darkness in games to play

While some wayward silence blooms

Back to you

 

Place me back there with the genuine shot

Of self falling down cause the senses are all gone

And doctor, please, can’t you help this boy?

He’s had too much to take and his taste is going to be fine

 

Take someday- examples coming into light the shore and thank you

Baby, while we break the sunlight, chances are that someone’s listening in

I don’t hear, acknowledge me, for scenery has broke and I know

All there is to know on subjects antiquated, modern suckers

 

It’s a likely fate you’ll come to fail

When I wake up happy, you’ll be pressed and pale

While the thought occurs at once, back to some

 

And its likely that you’ll come to say

While I’m still on my back you’ll be pressed to pay

And the darkness goes at once, back to front

 

 

One More Second Chance

 

You’re the kind to inspire violence

Race around back and establish some silence

Some stronghold, vague aplomb, antiquity

Some truth to it, but it just seems clear to me

That you’re running out

 

You’re the kind to be born under a traffic sign

Some stoplight massacre, the phone crew get in line

Inside, its me, oh this it gets to me

Some sharper imagist cut straight through me

Get to the good part

 

With one more second chance you’ll find

That I’m no soldier to defend

With one more second chance you’ll bind

And time – it won’t be kind again

 

Well its so nice and kind

To go out of your way…

You’ve gone through so much trouble for me

Its only fair that you stay

 

Your so kind to offer up your lost self

Place an order and I’ll store you on the highest shelf

Just out of reach, our digits do not mix

And only lonely codes can get down to the bottom of this

A boring, Sophist read

 

You’re the kind to open up to questions

When it gets in, your old enough to mention that

Its right, and kind to hold on for one more second

Left and blind to whatever the future is

Lack of motivation

 

This murderous mind can’t you see I’m trying for

Some kind of peace, no matter how I must get it

Some kind of faith, and all away from the flashy kind

Some kind of beauty, I’m all for that passionate mind

 

 

Losing My Cool

 

I think I’m losing my cool

 

Born down on reflex properties

Been so hard to climb up silently

And its kept up difficulty maintaining status

Am I on top?

 

Been down on vague appropriations

We sew and sell near famous places

And its kept up silently distance overcomes

And I’m on top

 

Calm down and face the inverse glory

You aren’t so connected- you should feel so

Innocent, despite all the t.v. killings you’ve witnessed

And the neighborhood is under attack

Expect protests from the government to you

Get off your couch and sink in the sea, you’re witless

 

I think I’m losing my cool

Go on and move that body

You sulk like a pro- divisions will show

There’s a party going on- but the devils still at the drawing board

Go on and big connection

Plagiarize the dirt to dust and air

And molecules indeed – like you even think that small

 

I think I’m losing my cool

Start small and move by levels

Your destiny shows up something fierce

And its blurred and blemished and smoked and trite

But your on top

 

I think I’m losing my cool

Move ahead to the next imperator

Silently reason all those doubts away

And make with the pity as a heartfelt process

Always on top

 

Middle

 

Carry on with the dancing from up the street

And though I’m petrified, I still can’t think

So send me on out to distant events

Sacred times mean nothing around

 

I’d rather find some way to

This middle ground awaits you

We’ll never caught in bed

Afraid of being lonely

 

Random, with a little hint of jealousy

Communication becomes our only fear

Save me from manias, paid at cost

And wash up on some distant shore and dance

 

We’ve never looked it up, afraid of being an answer

I’d never shoot it up, afraid of my heart stopping

I’d never point it out, afraid of being an answer

 

I’d rather find some way to

This middle class awaits you

We’ve never tired out

Afraid of being human

 

Seeking out resistance to some unnatural feel

Comforts all you want, and all you get

Meaning- its this conflict that stirs in yourself

Stay in bed all day, I wouldn’t care

 

I’d never shout it out, afraid of someone hearing

 

 

On high

 

Why buzz over shelter when shelter’s halfway down?

And why fix these problems when you could wreck this town

 

And distinctly problems multiply

I’m lost at odds but complaining’s shy

Of working out this backwards relevance

Shoot through me with a second chance

Oh why, on high

 

Why force the magic, when magic’s getting sick?

Your charming change is static, your skull is pretty thick

 

Oh I’m out back with a vengeance hanging

Crowding out, hearing over the volume quickly

Shouting out: “Gee, its great to be so difficult”

Shouting out, give me a break

 

 

Sober Up

 

Give it up, I’m moving on down can’t you see?

But a partial loss would be so swift

And a partial truth would let it R.I.P.

Sort of loss of control and a sharp change of pitch

I’ll righteous up and take a spot

I’ll take a look and write it off

 

With my arms all folded

And my heart all opened

 

Clear- like a bell

After the long ride home

I’ll sit in the shadows and you’ll sober up

Like I’ll sober up

 

An inquisitive visitor from P.S. 14

Going to draw the line at dinner out

She’d never draw the line at being mean

Sort of vicious, couldn’t hurt my concept of you

Well there’s never trust when the bottles out

And its always out and its always back

 

With a morning-after frown

And an unsatisfied sound

 

 

Studios A Tomb

 

Giving into me, what did I just say

About no new converts and they’re dragging me down

So rights the way up now and though I’m such a jerk

With no true turnabout and fairly truly lame

 

And tenants complain about no room

The studios a tomb, where did I go wrong?

And wash, the streets are pearly white

But nobody will fight when the morning’s cold and blue

 

Speak out to me but your words at glance

Are frozen in the air like icicles off cabins

They are evergreen and turning, logarithms turning

Ninetyninth percentile, but I’ll never fade away

 

And students fade into nothingness

The studio’s a mess, where did I go wrong?

And watch my hymnal black and blue

The vacation is through we can never go home

 

Monday night’s a dream, Tuesday is so lean and Wednesday calls my bluff

Turning backwards now, the citizenry’s foul, we’re lost and we are proud

 

So call my bluff

 

And tenants complain about no room

The studios a tomb, where did I go wrong?

Where did I go wrong?

And wash, the streets are pearly white

But nobody will fight when the mornings cold and blue

Where did I go?

Students fade into nothingness

The studios a mess where did I go wrong?

And watch my hymnal black and blue

The vacation is through we can never go home

 

We can never go home

 

 

Vice Comes So Naturally

 

Vice comes so naturally to me

I’m a student of infatuation

And linger with applause

Beginning of some awkward conversation

 

Going to start at the dawn of some distance say

Go start at the bar, report back to me

If its not well at all, I’m so proud of the space we’ve gained

And she’s not well at all, so unsure of her brain

 

Vice comes naturally to me

Set apart in the streets, in foreign fields

I’ll feel there in a day,

Set to journey on without a second thought

 

And if there’s some pattern down don’t think I see it yet

Some sure apparatus to fight, yeah I’d surely get

Some truth to this better well-being I suppose

I’d do well to do so better off on down the road

 

And vice comes so naturally

I’m alone in this stance – this vague dissent

And so gently like a dream

Comes crumbling down and I’m out all alone

 

Set aside, but your moneys spent your money’s spent, you can move aside

And move aside while your money spins your money left, you can set aside

And move along you have no home here you have no hope here you can get away

And move along these tragic lines and traffic fines but your moneys gone

 

 

Tone Poem From Home

 

Antique furniture and carpeted hallways bring it on

Dust leads to these allergies they are gone

 

Well at least something remains of that estate

And I miss you just a little, but this is great

 

Dust goes so gently, alone without sentient

Beings come crawling and find it inspiring

So gently, the lines appear friendly

They ignore some meaning and find it appealing

 

Crowds wave, the desperate lights go down

Crowds rave, proscenium stage not allowed

 

Spine strays so wildly alone without reason

Rings- but its empty and a tone poem from home, it says

Gently, I need you to be with me-

Quietly scheming and constantly dreaming

 

 

Vegas

 

Vegas is a town that doesn’t apply to me

No sins, no saviors from this storefront property

No baptism by these neon lights on high

To me it just doesn’t apply

 

Smoking on a lit veranda, imbibing those airs

Chase it with a side of liquor, in spite of those cares

Kiss me to oblivion, stop me on high

The stares and the lifelong gambles just can’t survive

 

See me like an angel of Fourth Avenue

Veins burn like a red-hot Wall Street tycoon

Shut me up on several counts of being alive

Sleeping in a tropical storm, I’ll have to get by