my mind’s still thinking
like a child mind grown wild
like weeds in fields of fallen leaves
the endless drone of bees

too bad i don’t feel
part of the endless seam
(i’m just a button on your backpack
bare bones, smooth as glass)

i got 2 inches of soul
keeping me together
you know/said i can’t complain, but i’ve been down

my favorite sound’s
been broken down
im quiet now, i’m quiet now

i’m a long way from you
i’m still shooting arrows
i got the bull in the eye, a critical hit
i bet you thought i would miss

now we’re coffin bound
to break our bodies down
i’m quiet now i’m quiet now
i’m quiet now i’m quiet now

Boston, where you been, where you been?
In the city with my old friends
The tenement roof’s got us singin
Ignoring cold wind stingin

New York, where you been, where you been?
New years, cigarettes and gin
On the sidewalk, lost again
Leave it to me to get lost in Brooklyn

I’ve been waiting some time for you,
waiting a while for you,
waiting so long

LA, where you been, where you been?
Conversations made no sense
Now I’m stuck in a state of rest
considering it’s for the best

Portland, where you been, where you been?
Too spun to comprehend
Too perfect to let it stand
Now I’m waiting for the eastbound train…

I’ve been waiting some time for you,
waiting a while for you,
waiting so long

The wolves are waiting at the back of my neck
They’ve written scripts on all the words I haven’t said
I haven’t even made it to the crossroads yet
But all they want now is proof that I’m really dead

I took the train to avoid the situation
Distaste for stationary being, soul roamin’
I got used to enjoying isolation
Living proof that the soul is not vacant

And at the end of the city, I let the city disown me
Finally outside of its orange clouds
And gave up my life plans, let the wolves have them
I’d rather be lost Free than eaten alive

You’re in an airplane headed west, with plans to make it the best
After surviving that foreign town
A little break to the heart could be your best shot
If it’s not too late, we could meet
And get lost

A cloud of smoke escapes your quiet mouth
And all you say is ‘this bird’s flying south”
My answer I’m not sure impresses you
But as you know, I wasn’t trying to

We walked outside in the rain to get to that house
I knew the state you’re in but I didn’t care much
I followed footsteps, not the signs to get to where it was
The earth was humming, we were running, chasing cars

your car was in my drive
you carried the bags from outside
the rain fell frozen, the lights were broken
i left at midnight

i ran for miles and miles
and never grew tired
i never put my thumb out
i never avoided the dark clouds
the road left me full of doubt
i thought i’d never get out

A temporary truce, time to bury the dead
With dead souls wailing in dark fire-lit night
Pyres doused in flame
O, it’s happened again, it’s happened again
It’s happened again, it all happens again

Ten-fold we feel it as our conscious reels into it
It’s always the same, always the same, always the same
But never the same as the way we imagined it
We had it in our bags, told to strive for it

Bribing our plans with insatiable differences
Missionary war heroes arriving as scoundrels
In arid fields of what-could-be-once-was
And may never resurface

The turf is up for the taking
It’s a trivial plot of devils and dust
And once-scoundrels toppled to the think trunks of palms
Entrusted only to memories of past days
When everything was so much worse
Suffering a day-to-day thing
But now the economy is im-prove-ing
Hail the new king, western theme, movie scene,
Democratic Dream,
Won’t it just be the new insurgency?

Forest House

-Version 1-

-Version 2-

the salt covered snow shoveled walk brings us down to the lake
where fish frozen sleeping, waiting for the ice wall to break
we stood on the surface to see how much weight it would take
you took off your shoes, purple lips just for history’s sake
just to feel it
just to know you could

we slept on the floor in the clothes we had worn on saturday
we’d done it before, but these days the past seems so far away
the morning seems bleak ’cause now we’re a part of it
the coffee pot broke in the night, now we’re desperate
our appetite’s gone but our stomachs think different
i can’t help but think that the alcohol ruined it anyway
killed the feeling
like we knew it would

Under an illusion and I’m gonna have to wait it through
I’m gonna pass it on to you,
Baby,
You’re gonna hate it,
But it’s the only way
For
You
To have any faith in
What you do

I’ve been collecting all my old receipts
It’s the only thing I’ve got to remind me
What I’m doing here
Baby,
Sometimes it feels like a mystery

Picking up the bottles, it’s my only distraction
You opened up the first, the rest’s a chain reaction
Now every thought is just an after-taste
This life is perfect,
Yeah It’s the perfect one
To
Waste

My taste is artificial
My senses are superficial
My weakness is official
You’re gonna have to Wait It Out
Baby
You’re gonna hate it
Don’t let me pass it on
To
You

How strange are you really? Judging by your suffix, more than most.

In that case, maybe you’ll enjoy this. It’s just a collection of poems, most of which ended up as songs. They’re all mine, all you crazies out there on the internet! Thieving bastards!

Nah, well you know I love you. Don’t forget to write.

-Lost Hotel