Cabs in Los Angeles are a joke to the Natives
A luxury to the tourists
Unknown to the kids
Blasphemy to the drunks with wheels as true as the night theyle never remember
Too expensive for the East side trying to reach the West
Unnecessary for the West side to reach the East
Too rare to hail
Too much hassle to call
Too expensive to justify alone
Too cowardly to suggest in a gang
Too slow from the Valley to Downtown
An afterthought in a responsible dream on the floor of a Burbank Household
But wheres my bed
Where are the keys we call ancient and my idols call cheap
Where is the beautiful girl who cries when the world shows its less than charming mug
Where is the 4 AM DJ with a poet, a dog, a sleeping ex-pat and 4 walls as his crowd
I used to be rough
I used to walk the whole way
I used to hitch a midnight ride from a generous creep
I used to be told where my home was
And now
No words are able to remind me
Not because they cant
Because they don't need to
Tiptoeing for another penny beer
Creaking as little as I can for another un-punished smoke
Sunrise napping on the guest bed so the capable, intelligent woman who knows right from wrong, and who is learning what really matters can sleep though the aches and pains of the real world i've so haplessly shrugged.
"Good" is gone
"Necessary" has become obsolete and too abstract to be worth wondering
"Too late" is too early, and too early is just right
"A good nights sleep" is about as realistic as wrangling the hubris that taught us how to create
"Im exhausted" is worth as much as "The sun is hot" and "The moon is round"
Why create when you can sleep, dream
Why sleep when you can create, dream
Why ask when you haven't got a choice
Why choose when the outcome remains the same
Stay up- Create
Knock out- Experience
Stay up- Experience
Knock out- and whats left of your mind will do the dirty work
Call a cab- Find that beautiful shack everyone but you hates
Stay on the floor- Dream about the messy , slippery, anarchy waiting
In the shack
Not so far away.
A luxury to the tourists
Unknown to the kids
Blasphemy to the drunks with wheels as true as the night theyle never remember
Too expensive for the East side trying to reach the West
Unnecessary for the West side to reach the East
Too rare to hail
Too much hassle to call
Too expensive to justify alone
Too cowardly to suggest in a gang
Too slow from the Valley to Downtown
An afterthought in a responsible dream on the floor of a Burbank Household
But wheres my bed
Where are the keys we call ancient and my idols call cheap
Where is the beautiful girl who cries when the world shows its less than charming mug
Where is the 4 AM DJ with a poet, a dog, a sleeping ex-pat and 4 walls as his crowd
I used to be rough
I used to walk the whole way
I used to hitch a midnight ride from a generous creep
I used to be told where my home was
And now
No words are able to remind me
Not because they cant
Because they don't need to
Tiptoeing for another penny beer
Creaking as little as I can for another un-punished smoke
Sunrise napping on the guest bed so the capable, intelligent woman who knows right from wrong, and who is learning what really matters can sleep though the aches and pains of the real world i've so haplessly shrugged.
"Good" is gone
"Necessary" has become obsolete and too abstract to be worth wondering
"Too late" is too early, and too early is just right
"A good nights sleep" is about as realistic as wrangling the hubris that taught us how to create
"Im exhausted" is worth as much as "The sun is hot" and "The moon is round"
Why create when you can sleep, dream
Why sleep when you can create, dream
Why ask when you haven't got a choice
Why choose when the outcome remains the same
Stay up- Create
Knock out- Experience
Stay up- Experience
Knock out- and whats left of your mind will do the dirty work
Call a cab- Find that beautiful shack everyone but you hates
Stay on the floor- Dream about the messy , slippery, anarchy waiting
In the shack
Not so far away.
