Can't be Wrong.
01/15/08 06:53 AM
| Up ChucksI stay in bed extra long. I can't move again, this time it's because the covers are warm. This time the eyelids are heavy, this time the pillows and position are just right. I'm in my comfort zone and it is heaven.
She comes out of the bathroom after her shower, after the blow dryer has cooled after I should have already been up. I have a head as vacant as a junkies bank account. Need erased. Need eliminated. Sleep erased. Sleep eliminated. Sleep purged.
Jenni says, "Seventeen right now."
Click! Synaptic switches are tripped and I don't have time to pick them up because I'm off to the race. The vacuum is running and filling up quick. Wake Up Demonstrations! Seventeen can't be wrong. Seven o'clock tick tock , follow me fall on me! I'm up and dressed and Richard Butler is in my head.
Who? You say.
Mr. Psychedelic Furs, Mr. Love Spit Love, Mr. "Isn't she pretty in pink!" Richard Butler with his distinctive voice. I can't get a moments peace until I have it looked up 'til I'm listening to it, 'til I'm putting the lyrics on the post.
Yeah I know it's cold outside, it's 17° outside. I've been told. But inside its Sunshine and youth and rebellion.
"Seventeen", by Love Spit Love written and sung by Richard Butler.
Wake up demonstrations
Said silence is the wrong word
I'm gonna keep the names
That i use for myself to myself
A summer sun is shining
What will it be tomorrow?
I want to watch the world
From the edge of my seat
When it burns
Seventeen can't be wrong
Seventeen cannot see
I can't believe
It's been so long
Seventeen follow me
I want to walk the outside
They're burning down the houses
I'm gonna keep my eyes
On the ground
When i walk where i walk
I can't believe
It's been so long
Can't believe i can't see
Seventeen can't be wrong
Seventeen fall on me
Never stop never mind
Can't get good times
Summer day sunshine
Feels like anodyne
Phone jams gridlock
Standing at the bus stop
Ten'o clock tick-tock
Look at what the world's got
Please her please me
Gonna make a big scene
Here comes faith comes
Banging on a tin drum
Don't try you can't fail
Can't win you can't play
Ten'o clock tick-tock
Look at what the world's got
Sleep, look what you've done to me.
Chuck Pace © 2008
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