I'm angry and they say it's the stress
Something traumatic from the day I left there
No it had nothing to do with the Years of snorting blow cocaine in bathroom stalls adderal in the snow dark lit streets late at night when all you need is some sun
It's the sun it's the sun
Now I'm running around New York City trying to right these wrongs
Trying to write these songs when most nights at 4am I can't breathe
They say I need vitamin D
So stay awake makes me feel better but I hear it's a sin when I need sun and fun
A good massage to heal this pain
Hiding in the subway shade running in the summer rain this ain't Zimbabwe and Zelda ain't far away
Death and heroin in Brooklyn streets
And they wanna drug test our senators lol what Hippocrates is this
Craving sun in caves
Cavemen leaving their graves
Oh glorious sunshine where've you been all my life
As I lean in for the burn
Rock n Roll Night From Hell
Stories which became the songs of Ghosha by Moushumi Amour
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Saturday, April 18, 2015
The City Glistens Like A Diamond
The city it glistens like a diamond
I get lost in your creases and colors
The people are shining and smiling
To see the island for three minutes
Was worth the 72 hours wait at the gate
I'm lost in your crevices of sparkle
Of light that glitter on the ground
The plane keeps circling the Burroughs
The young girl in pink full of curiosity
Reminds me of me
Innocent and naive
The way we all used to be
Maybe she lives here
Maybe she's visiting
Pink and fuzzy
Cat fur lady
I get lost in your creases and colors
The people are shining and smiling
To see the island for three minutes
Was worth the 72 hours wait at the gate
I'm lost in your crevices of sparkle
Of light that glitter on the ground
The plane keeps circling the Burroughs
The young girl in pink full of curiosity
Reminds me of me
Innocent and naive
The way we all used to be
Maybe she lives here
Maybe she's visiting
Pink and fuzzy
Cat fur lady
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
The Walking Wounded
A bunch of children running the world
Runnin blind in the wild
Childlike
Cutting each other down
Running out of space
And she's taking off her clothes
One by one
She won't pick up the phone
Till its all gone
In the nighttime she's so clear
By day I run from fear
You’ll beg her to stay
But she'll never hear
She's out the door
See you next year
My friendsister or something
Started crying on the phone
I said nothing
Apathetic
Are we all forty- something the walking wounded
war veterans of love
When she puts her makeup on
It's on
All the way home
She lives in a world of hate
She lives in a guilty space
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Dying on The Floor
All the boys and girls know my game.
Too many years it's been the same.
I am alive and laughing then I'm heavy dying on the floor
Living in proximity
It's all the same to me
One day I'm too busy the next its blithering incoherent down on my knees
Stop playing these games with me
I'm quiet and gone away and dizzy
I've got this road map that's running on empty
I don't have time for your tomfoolery
I'm playing in the sand alone
Talking to myself again
And I'm quite happy let me go
I've gone quiet shut it down and I'm finally carefree
You're a bad ass, you're a sad ass, who cares?
I used to have time for this social malfeasance.
You're omnipresence.
You're On my present.
But now I only have time for me.
Too many years it's been the same.
I am alive and laughing then I'm heavy dying on the floor
Living in proximity
It's all the same to me
One day I'm too busy the next its blithering incoherent down on my knees
Stop playing these games with me
I'm quiet and gone away and dizzy
I've got this road map that's running on empty
I don't have time for your tomfoolery
I'm playing in the sand alone
Talking to myself again
And I'm quite happy let me go
I've gone quiet shut it down and I'm finally carefree
You're a bad ass, you're a sad ass, who cares?
I used to have time for this social malfeasance.
You're omnipresence.
You're On my present.
But now I only have time for me.
Friday, December 19, 2014
Where I've Been
I've been playing by these rules
These stupid rules you don't even wanna follow
I've been looking high and low
For these windows that disappear in the night anyway
And steal your soul
I've been flailing on the floor
Cuz Who really loves anyone anymore
We've all been selling our soul
So you will love me more
But I call bullshit on this game
I call bullshit cuz I can
On this sickness you call home
It's a sickness you know
And you know I can throw it all away
Your tv corp executive hairstyle
Your city scape from the south bad style
Shut your potty mouth no longer apply
I'm gonna call Carlos and embrace this mane of madness
I'm gonna cut these skinny jeans into shorts and wear these tights belly high
Hahaha high
Unless you qualify
Need not apply
The sleep deprived need not apply
The go lay in the gutter
Embrace the madness
You guessed it
I called it
On the game
Cuz there are the ones who follow and the ones who play and there are the ones who fly because they get away.
These stupid rules you don't even wanna follow
I've been looking high and low
For these windows that disappear in the night anyway
And steal your soul
I've been flailing on the floor
Cuz Who really loves anyone anymore
We've all been selling our soul
So you will love me more
But I call bullshit on this game
I call bullshit cuz I can
On this sickness you call home
It's a sickness you know
And you know I can throw it all away
Your tv corp executive hairstyle
Your city scape from the south bad style
Shut your potty mouth no longer apply
I'm gonna call Carlos and embrace this mane of madness
I'm gonna cut these skinny jeans into shorts and wear these tights belly high
Hahaha high
Unless you qualify
Need not apply
The sleep deprived need not apply
The go lay in the gutter
Embrace the madness
You guessed it
I called it
On the game
Cuz there are the ones who follow and the ones who play and there are the ones who fly because they get away.
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Get High
Why are you so low when you should be so high
Why are you bending down
When we are taller and braver
Smarter and wiser
You can feel their judgment,
harsh judgment
When they're the ones with something to hide
Being nice is the easy thing to do. So nice so kind.
Being forgiving. Look them in the eye. Smile. So polite.
Overlooking people's flaws by smoothing it over, saying its okay when in fact it isn't.
It's a lie. You know you're living a lie.
So go get high
drop a dollar in the bucket tonight
wake up in a strange place
with a stranger in a negligee
somehow say it's alright
So i got high
got tired of living a lie
got tired of saying it's alright
it's not alright, was never alright
alright?
Why are you bending down
When we are taller and braver
Smarter and wiser
You can feel their judgment,
harsh judgment
When they're the ones with something to hide
Being nice is the easy thing to do. So nice so kind.
Being forgiving. Look them in the eye. Smile. So polite.
Overlooking people's flaws by smoothing it over, saying its okay when in fact it isn't.
It's a lie. You know you're living a lie.
So go get high
drop a dollar in the bucket tonight
wake up in a strange place
with a stranger in a negligee
somehow say it's alright
So i got high
got tired of living a lie
got tired of saying it's alright
it's not alright, was never alright
alright?
Friday, October 24, 2014
Crowd of Cunts
I'm not making any big gestures of snobbery
Just been wasting time
Too much time wasted
Now I've grown impatient
Sitting in traffic lines and trains
Two more stops
Oh is it 3?
Breathe deep your under me
Invested too much time in you
It goes nowhere
Now I can't be bothered
Anymore
I've got this cough that won't go away
24 days we're trying to be nice
But in this Crowd of cunts
Who takes the cake?
In this crowd of cunts
It's time to cut the cake
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