No
Pressure Over Cappuccino
And you're like a 90's jesus
And you revel in your psychosis
How dare you
And you sample concepts like hors d'euvres
And you eat their questions for dessert
Is it just me or is it hot in here
And you're like a 90's kennedy
And you're really a million years old
You can't fool me
They'll throw opinions like rocks in riots
And they'll stumble around like hypocrites
Is it just me or is it dark in here?
Well you may never be or have a husband you may never
have or hold a child
You will learn to lose everything we are temporary
arrangements
And you're like a 90's noah
And they laughed at you as you packed all of your things
And they wonder why you're frustrated
And they wonder why you're so angry
And is it just me or are you fed up?
And may god bless you in your travels in your conquests
and queries
Princes
Familiar
please be philosophical
please be tapped into your femininity
please be able to take the wheel from me
please be crazy and curious
papa love your princess so that she will find loving
princes familiar
papa cry for your princess so that she will find gentle
princes familiar
please be a sexaholic
please be unpredictably miserable
please be self absorbed much (not the good kind)
please be addicted to some substance
papa listen to your princess so that she will find
attentive princes familiar
papa hear your princess so that she will find curious
princes familiar
please be the jerk of my knee i've fit you always
you finish my sentences I think I love you
what is your name again no matter i'm guessing your
thoughts again correctly
and I love the way
you press my buttons so much sometimes I could strangle
you
papa laugh with your princess so that she will find funny
princes familiar
papa respect your princess so that she will find
respectful princes familiar
please be strangely enigmatic
please be just like my
These
R The Thoughts
these are the thoughts that go through my head in my
backyard on a Sunday afternoon when I have the house to
myself and i'm not expending all that energy on fighting
with
my boyfriend
is he the one that I will marry? why is it so hard to be
objective about myself? why do I feel cellularly alone?
am I
supposed to live in this crazy city? can blindly
continued fear-
induced regurgitated life-denying tradition be overcome?
where does the money go that I send to those in need? if
we
have so much why do some people have nothing still? why
do I
feel frantic when I first wake up in the morning? why do
you
say you are spiritual yet you treat people like shit?
how can you say you're close to god and yet you talk
behind
my back as though I am not a part of you? why do I say
I'm fine
when it's obvious I'm not? why's it so hard to tell you
what I want? why can't you just read my mind?
why do I fear that the quieter I am the less you will
listen?
why do I care whether you like me or not? why is it so
hard
for me to be angry? why is it such work to stay conscious
and
so easy to get stuck and not the other way around?
will I ever move back to canada? can I be with a lover
with
whom I am a student and a master? why am I encouraged to
shut my mouth when it gets too close to home? why cannot
I
live in the moment?
King
Of Pain
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
There's a little black spot on the sun today
That's my soul up there
It's the same old thing as yesterday
That's my soul up there
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
That's my soul up there
There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop
That's my soul up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall
That's my soul up there
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That's my soul up there
There's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb
That's my soul up there
There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web
That's my soul up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
King of pain
There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
That's my soul up there
There's a black-winged gull with a broken back
That's my soul up there
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
I have stood here before in the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I always thought you could end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
King (Queen) of pain
King (Queen) of pain
King (Queen) of pain
I'll always be king (queen) of pain
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