James Rabbit

“Distracted”

 

Recorded September 2002

 

Tyler- singing, guitar, keyboards

Conner- drums

 

1.  Distracted

2.  Blue Screen

3.  Walking Away

4.  Balcony to Beach

5.  On Fire

6.  Interr

7.  Champion

8.  Charming

9.  The Wash

 

Distracted

 

Distracted, likely pulling out her hair

And meet me, climbing blindly down the stairs

Its open to the vigilante press

And further, down that corridor of stress

 

Don’t trust me, I’m a broker in disguise

Adjust me until I’m strong enough to try

Something else than this repetitive drip

Acknowledge this common shift

 

There’s nothing that you can hold on to

No values to anything you once held to

This problem, it seems so apropos

Don’t worry, it’s safe to say your so

 

 

Blue Screen

 

This is the vast christening of

Downwards, I look vacantly at times

Morbid, like geographers

Concerned with protest, I’d double backwards

Instead of reason, I use this vagueness

To appease them, that shocked crowding

About the town square, that shy disaster

And yet so pretty, drive away faster

 

I’m alarmed it seems

Keep the underground please

I’d sure love to be

Up on that hopeful blue screen

 

This is a great endeavor to concern you with somber matters

Wake up in lonely towns where you don’t belong

And make it harder for those around you

To come to terms with how absurd you carry yourself

Over the valley and through the minefield

Where you are blessed and you are sacred

 

 

Walking Away

 

Slow mind and down,

But your commitment makes it seem much worse

Slide on down,

Morbid and sly, but not at all interested

So break it off,

Walk to the back and cause some trouble

It makes me sick

To feel a little better at the expense of others

 

But I’m walking away

Mind on the gutter and eyes to the ground

Walking away

Feet hit the ground, and its faster and I’m gone

 

No better days

I’d wake feeling horrible and look for some attention

Seen better days

I’d go to bed so lonely and wake up with a jackhammer

So slow me down

Sleep it off for days at once, I’m better now I promise

Hopes running out

IDs in my wallet, and its lonely way back home

 

 

Balcony to Beach

 

Balcony to beach, ensuing plummet pitches calmer

But there’s no two ways

Nondescript as you’d like it to be some reason other than

The fact your wearing

 

Insane wash

Stuck back in traffic

Find some other way to save me

Find some other way to talk

 

Balcony to beach, this missive calms her up and down

Around the edge

Lacking all tone, you’d love it to be so ambivalent

There’s nothing there

 

Insane style

Stick with the market

Find some other way to save me

We can fine some other way to work it out

 

 

On Fire

 

With honest subtlety, pulling deep

Down alleyways and vacant streets

 

On fire

 

With all the cash, I’m breaking free

Through open deserts, midmorning scenes

Down, cashier, I’m a maniac

Trust and liberty and stones and slack

 

And fire

 

 

Champion

 

Caught between two frame of references

Here in the zone of lost lake premises

There, I’ll know that talk is jive

But I’m still too weak to fight

Blue in the face from lack of breathing

Health and calmness as luck’s receding

I’ll try to keep the cool

But this champion makes no promises

Tired in town in place of business

I’ll treasure you all ‘til things go different

And dumb like most before me have been and too bad

 

Likeness, not a way to treat

This matter but you’d know that things would think

That we are two great wastes together

Why, something has to snap

Dragged in the room from four floors down

And yet, I still can’t move my mouth

Articulate whats breathing you

And fall apart

Mind that we’ve an audience now

And move to the floor where things wear out

The style can’t be compromised

And we deflect

 

 

Charming

 

Time to roll the eyes

Better not, lest we get along

You would guess that nothing goes wrong

Sincerely fell deep

I promised nothing and delivered across

But what is motion when you’ve bought it at cost?

 

So, hows about trying this self-destruct fashion?

Clean it up, and I’ll write you in

A nervous interlude that’s gotta begin

Somewhere those fault lines

Drive dementia towards a polar coast

A rougher wind that divides us the most

 

Its charming

 

Trap me with the bill

Alone with objects your determined to see

But once behind them you’ll no longer believe

Push back the waste

Along with symptoms too dull to care

About me, just another one that’s never there

And charming

 

 

The Wash

 

Stereotypical, found high living lies

And the starkness wraps around you

In a wash of incongruity

 

Dental plans, mass communicative spines

Turn to water as their wearers

Plunge further down the drain

 

Rush through all that old stuff

Forget you’ve hardly lived

I’ll laugh until I’m crying

And lead those fears away

 

Brought up in seedy bars

About ten miles from the shore

And the waves would hit the water

And the sun sank into sand.

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