The circulation is speaking volumes
on what is stuck in your brain
The air is thick and splitting
with all the vague analogies
They're vague because I do know
that we've heard them all before
Everyday is vague
so that you can just get used to it
Stuck on our tongue and buried,
hanging around in the air
Released and snatched away
to consume and call your own
Retreads like an escalator
on up to the next floor
An unconscious escape,
just coining the moment.
The air is splitting in my ears
The space between everyone
The distant conversations
to play on or withdraw from
Hissing,
pissing,
and buzzing.
MM 2001
We are all monsters here
out to destroy each other
Looking for holes in the surroundings
Breaking from the inside ---------- sickness!
You are someone else's thought
lying there all broken and bleeding
Give us a chance to catch our breath
Wait for someone to pick you up-
All there in pieces marked with
labels and categories
Claws tear and reassign -----
you are nothing without subtitles!
We will wait right here
We will destroy ourselves
Before we take a step around you,
we will stomp you into pieces
And don't know that you are being picked apart?
Why don't you know that you are being picked apart?
Listening for too long
Bite your tongue until it bleeds
Selective response -----
you are being torn apart
What you have in hiding,
unspoken but always there
All words now are true
We want to give them back to you
MM 2001
You're so involved with everyone's
life. You will be some
solace for someone
who feels alone, estranged
from someone else
It's just a total insight you've got
for being between a rock and another rock
Too bottom-heavy to budge, you're so comfortable
between them. You want to talk to
whoever answers
You want to hear their words again and again,
to have similar conversations with different people
It's like you can feel the pain of their days and moments
They know you can hear them now
calling out to you
You're like a pillow to their headaches
You're like a sedative
when they're restless
You spread the waves of calm and collection.
You have constant breakthroughs
in understanding and empathy
You're so involved
MM 2000
The dive goes with your thoughts
racing right through your head
weaving inside and away
from thinking yourself out of sanity
A mission statement is written
Can you inhibit the movement
from one emotion to the next subject?
In conversation- you're thinking yourself out of sanity.
Keeping your ass in line
is what this is all about
Keeps the opportunity alive
for growth in your market.
Keeps the opportunity alive
to collect your thoughts
You have so much,
you have so much perspective
Powerless is so powerful,
only a misunderstanding
It reads just like a manuscript of preservation
You're thinking yourself out of a state
MM 2000
It's never daylight anymore
never just passing time
never means as much as it used to,
and it's always hard to find
the moments that you could ride along to,
the best days lasted forever,
and I don't even have the pictures to prove it
And you know I'm just inside my head,
looking for something real to complain about
I guess I don't even have that,
and that's why it's not worth talking about
And you know that it's not you.
Good days are never good enough,
or else you forget them
Bad days are never bad enough to scar you anymore
The cool people who don't talk to you
are not as cool as they used to be
They're hanging on
and it's so obvious to me
And when there'e nothing left to save
when there's nothing left to prove,
you are one of them,
they are one of you
MM 2000
You think it's a fake-out
Through the song and fever in your eye,
you're faking happiness
Out of your monotony, undercurrents flow
Simultaneously seeing through it,
I've a bid to see right through it
It's got to be to see you
and your hidden partner
You've got a word on everything,
delivered first and last
You will nose your way
into an inner circle
Love and hate are not a part of your interaction
I'm a part of your interaction,
and I'm just dying to see
who's hanging around with you
MM 2000
Eight years gone by so fast
Never felt able to totally put it together
Chapter by chapter – piece by piece,
you look so complete to me
But it seems
we are tearing you apart,
lining up allegiance and reasoning
It falls apart,
but someone has to pick up the pieces,
like they always do
Even shattered glass was once a window,
we looked through it together and apart
Day after day – why be surprised?
I’ve never been able to fill in the gaps
Eight years on,
the gap is widening
Moment after moment
Hot and cold
Turned on and turned off
MM 2000
