Inside Out Vol. 1 Compilation

Oh my God<br>They`ve got angels sweatin` like Hell, it`s<br>workin` their little halos to the bone combing them deserts<br>my figure eight knotted<br>lifeline defined traffic<br>the way my schoolin` end-less-ly defined every day<br>one exquisite fitted crisis rivets an octagon of red<br>to the ceiling above my bed<br>it`s not a conversation piece, like public spectacles<br>unleashed more of a clue<br>so when I wake up to the rains I`ll be one step ahead of you<br>I slide like Kodakrome(?)<br>wrote a poem for every planet<br>tracked their mileage from the sun in an envelope<br>licked it, stamped it<br>got eight thank yous in the mail, but nine planets means there`s one left<br>only the earth would thank me later with a breath taking sunset<br>(man, I`m just a bum)<br>zip that waterfall around your skeleton<br>tell it to boil<br>loyalties, the shovel in the soil<br>dig it, I split my lip kissing the winter<br>nursed the blister in the sun<br>strung a hammock between spring and where the willows turn to blood<br>might of worked<br>sip a little, litter it, love it<br>without big beetles trying to sell him sunflower seeds by the bucket<br>might of, tugboat for the boxcutter above those ashes<br>without hot air balloons floatin` their four passenger baskets<br>and I`m asking you<br>to let a captive lacerate a caption<br>splash out massive<br>apolster plastic glasses with famine patches<br>i-dentify all saints linked around the fountain`s warmth<br>and for a second taste of pain when removing that crown of thorns<br>?????,???,???, born hostile, pacifist huddled in subtle masochist<br>stamp the blame on ??? ???<br>my fire escape overlooks ghost town market place<br>artists bought out passes<br>then fast themselves to the target`s face<br>you`re killin` me<br><br>if I had a hammer, I`d build a city on stilts<br>so my feet would stay dry when God`s wine glass tilts<br><br>if I had a shovel, I`d dig a hole in the dirt<br>and I`ll be hiding when his drunken stupor lands upon earth<br><br>and if your little wing is broken<br>I`ll see the poacher in hell<br>I can`t afford another ????? in a cell<br>my carousel mimics the interests of a thousand leaking spickets<br>and a colony of graziers raised to justify the grimace<br>(and yes I read the treaty)<br>I prescribe the remedy plus the premises<br>my pin cushion, my limbs pushin` the knitting needle<br>evils, idle, peddle past the greeting<br>where the sleepers feed the cycles<br>stop, watch the eagles board the little engine that could not<br>ghost in a shell<br>and it fell in my lap<br>passin`, postin` the bail but the guard has misplaced the key ring (that`s<br>wonderful)<br>I lead a flee to blaze exact songs directly into the village<br>power supply burning the bridge between the magnet and my eye<br>now how many cadavers satisfy a mad man?<br>and how many crooked samaritans turn plesantville to bad land?<br>I can count my own dusty nickels with you laughing<br>about you`ll turn my poor ass ebony and navy with cane lashings<br>(well, you`re right)<br>grip your pointed stick, incite your riot<br>I`ll sell your worth in a bottle at profit, explain my bias<br>atomic box cult, downward spiral rapidly<br>cast to hell with hate mail, forged Christ`s autograph<br>laughed itself, drastic catastrophe<br>biting my lip<br>skin and bones, stringent<br>bingin` on rancid baits<br>mummified well inside a muddy New York minute<br>was it <br>your remnants my smoke rings have cocooned prior to fading?<br>well, it wasn`t conscious spite but it might have been that<br><br>I am not your friend anymore<br>my arrow head dissertation(?)<br>when narrow bed sleepers occupy the basement<br>and I am not your friend anymore<br>come the dawning of ???? in your pity blend that whispers in the wind<br><br>man, if it were only that simple<br>I`d add a guilt frame to ???<br>I`d board myself inside my room to trace the wilting contour<br>one petal falls to the rug, she loves me not<br>town crier lugging a boom box with spirit plugs<br>and a red radio flyer<br>tied to irony like twenty burning igloos with a sailors knot