Be Safe

Album: Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever (2007)
  • One of those fucking, awful black days
    When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens
    Is an excuse for anger
    An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armor

    These are the days when I hate the world
    Hate the rich, hate the happy
    Hate the complacent, the TV watchers
    Beer drinkers, the satisfied ones

    Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things
    And then I hate myself for realizing that
    There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living
    We each know our own fate

    We know from our youth, how to be treated
    How we'll be received, how we shall end
    These things don't change

    You can change your clothes
    Change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents
    But sooner or later your own self will always catch up
    Always it waits in the wings

    Ideas swirl but don't stick
    They appear but then run off like the rain on the windshield

    One of those rainy day car rides, my head implodes
    The atmosphere in this car, a mirror of my skull
    Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold
    Walls of grey, nothing good on the radio, not a thought in my head

    I know a place we can go and I'm falling
    Love so hard that you wish you were ten

    Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
    Frame by frame
    With two minutes that take ten years to live out
    Yeah, let's do that

    Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky
    Metal arms outstretched
    So much land traveled, so little sense made of it
    It doesn't mean a thing, all this land laid out behind us

    I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while
    I'm disgusted with petty concerns
    Parking tickets, breakfast specials
    Does someone just have to carry this weight?

    Abstract typography, methane covenant
    Linear gospel, Nashville sales lady, stocky emissary
    Torturous lice, mad Elizabeth

    Chemotherapy bullshit

    I know a place we can go and I'm falling

    The light within you shines like a diamond mine
    Like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway
    Like a skunk, eating it's own tail
    Steam turbine, frog farm

    Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun
    Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job
    Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories
    Movements, the movie, unfeeling, unreeling, about to begin

    I know a place we can go and I'm falling
    Love so hard that you wish you were ten

    I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away
    I've hear your stairs creak, I can fix my mind on your yes
    And your no, I'll film your face today in the sparkling canals
    All red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection

    Racing thoughts, racing thoughts, all too real
    You're moving so fast now, I can't hold your image
    This image I have of your face by the window
    Me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder
    A catalog of images, flashing glimpses then gone again

    Untethered to the posters soak in me, every clear afternoon now
    I'll think of you, up in the air, twisting your heel
    Your knees up around me, my face in your hair
    You scream so well, your smile so loud, it still rings in my ears

    I know a place we can go and I'm falling
    Love so hard that you wish you were ten

    Imitation, distant, tired of longing, clean my teeth
    Stay the course, hold the wheel, steer on to freedom
    Open all the boxes, open all the boxes
    Open all the boxes, open all the boxes

    Times Square Midday, newspaper buildings
    News headlines going around, you watch as they go
    And hope there's some good ones, those tree shadows in the park
    They're all whispering, shake some leaves

    Around six p.m., shadows across the cobblestones
    Girl in front of bathroom mirror, she slow and careful
    Paints her face green and mask like
    Like my cheese, portrait with green stripe

    Long shot through apartment window
    A monologue on top but no girl in shot
    The light within me shines like a diamond mine

    Like an unarmed walrus
    Like a dead man face down on the highway
    Like a snake eating its own tail
    A steam turbine, frog pond

    Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun
    Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job
    Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories
    Movements, the movie, unreeling, about to begin

    Oh, great by me
    Yeah? Mine were alright, wasn't my best one but who cares?
    That's the spirit Writer/s: GARY JOHN JARMAN, LEE RANALDO, ROSS ANTHONY JARMAN, RYAN JAMES JARMAN
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Tara from Dallas, TxI like how the monologue speaks of challenge, while the cribs sing be safe. be safe. be safe.

    a challenge indeed to steer on and stay the course. because a challenge, is a fall. a fall that makes you wish you were dead.
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