Motorpsycho
True Middle
This life.. unfulfilled for so manythe reflection of automobileslike the slowly expanding mercury of a thermometercrossed sideways from the tinted sunglasses of a large, bearded man on a streetcornerstaring blankly off into the distancethe remains of his half-eaten icecream stick drips slowlydrop by mouthing drop parachutes on to his white tennis shoesan illuminous sphere of light grows stronger from behind the hilltopstanding in the shower with plugged earsletting the water hit the base of the spinethen up and finally over the top of the headthe sound of a car passingbut there just ain't no insurance policy for a life wastedLetras de cancionesa woman goes deep into the forestsquats down above the leaves and pineneedlesand pees on her fingerscausing sparks to fly and ricochetilluminating the shadows stowed in the heartthe ones we secretly prize (appraise?) but never admit tonot even to ourselvesthat special momentwhen we set aside our indulgences and excessesit's then and only thenlifes mysterious, and seemingly unconnected coincidencesbegin to take shape in a meaningful way
From Letras Mania