Thursday, August 21, 2008

geology blues

Open G

Feelin' low on this lonesome day
Lost my soul. O, unwholesome day.

Drift alone through the parking lots.
You can have nothing and still lose a lot.

The cops they come and send me on my way.
I circle around and go right back in again.

Into the grocery store.
Gonna eat some Christmas pie.

Free pie.
Where'd you think I'd go?

Store manager says, What're you doing in my breakroom
Eating these people's chips and soda. I said, Who wants to know?

Bucket of geodes split I left upon her porch.
Her memory burns my mind like a torch.

My mind was green crystal, hers was red.
She said, Get out of here, I wish I was dead.

Let my mind go dark.
Let my mind go dark.

Would have mined the fruits of your earth, seeded.
Worth nothing now. Blood on the hearth.

Thundereggs, oh. Sunder legs, oh.
And sever. Oh, sever.

Let my mind go dark.
Let my mind go dark.

Feelin' low on this lonesome day
Lost my soul. O, unwholesome day.

Drift alone through the parking lots.
You can have nothing and still lose a lot.

I won't stop breaking down so now leave the asphalt.
and throw myself down on the rocks

off the overpass.
Our lives shatter like glass. Fast