zero meets fifteen
Those of you that have been around for a long time might remember that I used to write things here as opposed to simply using this as a dumping ground for random pictures I have taken. Of course, I’m not sure that anyone who remembers what was here in 2004 actually still reads this, but that is beside the point, I suppose.
At any rate, my mood (as of late) can be rather well summed up by a song from an odd, mostly unknown band from Colorado that I happen to like.
Enjoy, I suppose:
my car broke down in arizona,
have to ride the bus again,
at ten-o-clock on tuesday night,
with thirteen cents and a broken pen.
i put my backpack on the bench,
tell two people i don’t smoke,
see the cop across the street,
he thinks that i am selling dope,
i could have walked another block,
to get away from the scene.
why does it always come to this,
where zero meets fifteen?and so i gave my thirteen cents,
to the man who peed his pants.
he passes out and falls on me,
i watch my change fall from his hand.
i see the lady next to me,
holds her baby black blue.
the junkie gutter-punks keeps asking
where i got my new tattoo.
what does it matter anyway,
thirteen cents or all i own?
how can i ever save the world,
on cup-o-soup and student loans?i want to try and save the world,
but it never goes that way.
God i don’t know what to do,
down at colfax and broadway.now the man with no shoes on,
says i don’t know how to play.
he says i fumble all the time.
he thinks that i am john elway.
i put my face down in my hands,
water wells inside my eyes.
what do i have to give them?
does it matter if i try?i can’t stand to see you suffer,
i try to intellectualize,
a formula to end you pain,
it doesn’t work,
God knows i’ve tried.sometimes my cup is overfilled.
sometimes i’m too afraid that i’m going to spill..