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Strange Meeting

It seemed that out of battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
 
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, -
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
 
With a thousand fears that vision's face was grained;
Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground,
And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.
“Strange friend,” I said, “here is no cause to mourn.”
“None,” said that other, “save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world,
Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair,
But mocks the steady running of the hour,
And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here.
For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping something had been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
 
Now men will go content with what we spoiled.
Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress.
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
Courage was mine, and I had mystery;
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels,
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.
I would have poured my spirit without stint
But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.
Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were.
 
“I am the enemy you killed, my friend.
I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned
Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed.
I parried; but my hands were loath and cold.
Let us sleep now...'
 

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Little Arrows

There's a boy a little boy
Shooting arrows in the blue
And he's aiming them at someone
But the question is at who.
Is it me or is it you
It's hard to tell until you're hit
But you know it when they hit you
'Cause they hurt a little bit.
 
Here they come
pouring out of the blue
Little arrows for me
and for you
You're falling in love
again
Falling in love again.
 
Little arrows in your clothing
Little arrows in your hair
When you're in love you'll find
Those little arrows everywhere
Little arrows that will hit you once
And hit you once again
Little arrows that hit everybody
Every now and then.
 
Oh oh oh the pain.
 
Some folks run and others hide
But ain't nothing they can do
And some folks put on armor
But the arrows go straight through.
So you see there's no escape
So why not face it and admit
That you love those little arrows
When they hurt a little bit.
 
Here they come pouring out of the blue.
 

Sleep Around

Start with the best intent you've earned it.
Promise was made not kept you've burned it.
Sleep around, you sleep around.
He's driving around his stomach churning.
Peering in bedroom windows searching.
Sleep around, you sleep around with me.
 
A lie and excuse will make no difference.
And the shades don't ever make it down.
It's obvious, we're obvious, we walk and talk so loud.
In the morning we lock our bodies,
sleep around, we sleep around in red.
We'll safely stash away the guilt again.
 

Horror Show

I'll let you know
Before you try to go
Now this is my own show
Not a script or flipcould make me stop
So just behave
I mean there's no escape
Let's hope you make that drop
Because you really don't want to tick me off
 
And oh, what fun
I will tell you what to do
And you will get it done
And oh, don't run
You'll find your nightmare here
Has only just begun
 
Welcome to my horror show
Now in stunning 3D
Oh I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me
Are you reading the walls
Did you get my clues
There's a debt to repay and for now
YOU'LL DO
 
Only ink
Is that just what you think?
Well I won't prove you wrong
Not a stage or page where I belong
I'm left to rot
In this eternal spot
Just let those noisy gears
Drill a hole right through your filthy fears
And oh, what fun
I will tell you what to do
And you will get it done
And oh, don't run
You'll find your nightmare here
Has only just begun
 
Welcome to my horror show
Now in stunning 3D
Oh I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me
Are you reading the walls
Did you get my clues
There's a debt to repay and for now
YOU'LL DO
 
So why don't you
Grab a wrench and work with me
We'll make it roar, that ink machine
I'm sure we both want this to end, oh
Don't you get it, friend?
You're the human, I'm the monster
Can't have one without the other
What do you think that axe is gonna do?
It'll all be over soon
 
But until then...
 
Welcome to my horror show
Now in stunning 3D
Oh I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me
Are you reading the walls
Did you get my clues
There's a debt to repay and for now
YOU'LL DO
 

Say Nothing

So let's say nothing some more,
because this is something more than me,
and I got what I need,
but sleeping,
when I should've been alive,
it still gives me sand,
but clouds my eyes,
I thought about the rust,
the quote on the ledge about living on,
'that great consciousness of life,'
oh, what we frame and hang to get by,
whatever keeps your heart light,
whatever keeps you is all right by me,
but maybe I don't want to talk about how this life layed me down,
or how I saw the change because I didn't see you everyday,
unspoken looks and what the leaving took,
a lack of noise isn't a lack of life,
and that's the way I think it's always been
because, 'I say it all, when I say nothing at all,'
so let's say nothing some more,
and let the words burn their way across the floor
because if these walls could talk,
I still couldn't get over a God damned soul,
and I can't hold smoke,
so let's say nothing some more,
because the sand stays with me,
because the sand keeps you.