Nothing Ever Happens
backyard on a Sunday afternoon when I have the house to
myself and i'm not expending all that energy on fighting with
my boyfriend
is he the one that I will marry? why is it so hard to be
objective about myself? why do I feel cellularly alone? am I
supposed to live in this crazy city? can blindly continued fear-
induced regurgitated life-denying tradition be overcome?
where does the money go that I send to those in need? if we
have so much why do some people have nothing still? why do I
feel frantic when I first
Man on Fire
Almost like Christmas
But the calendar's wrong
The silence is deafening
But the feeling is strong
Magic is loose
Magic is loose in the world tonight
The sky is too black
The stars are too bright
The air is too still
Funny business alright
Honey, can you feel it
Honey, can you feel it
Magic is loose
Magic is loose In the world tonight
All through the occident
Through the grey atmospheres
All through the orient
Like a shroud around a sphere
My feelings are bent
It's a strange kind of scene
There's a little distortion
On my personal screen
Honey. Can you feel it
Honey. Can you feel it
Magic. Is loose
Magic. Is loose In the world tonight