bobs doing it now.

he is calling me from beyond.

what an asshole to leave

and expect me to join his party.

there was a party here.

aint no party anymore.

your smug picture doesnt do it bob.

it aint you and neither was that crappy note.

we all feel it

dont pretend you are special

no one is special

except me.  didnt you know that?

this is the end of the beginning

it is my way of stopping

stopping what, you say?



i can hear her calling my name from the other side.

is it better over there, or is she just lonely?

does she want my best, or does she just want me?

being here ain’t so hot, but it is here and i know here well

i don’t know there, but it’s calling my name

she is calling my name

the one who bore me

the one i hate

why do i care?

i just do

bob’s last words

I travel in the darkness
so I can eat my pie
I travel in the light
so I can see the lie
The lion and the jackal
are at odds with nature
I gaze at the past
while I eat the future
I am neither buried nor cold
dead or beaten
I am yours no more


The first day of forever
was the day that we had met.
Each time I got you see you
the happier I would get.

The second day of forever
was when our lips first touched.
That moment was so magical
I never before felt so much.

The third day of forever
was the happiest in my life.
The greatest joy and honor
was to take you as my wife.

With each day that passes
With everything I do
I have a deeper purpose
Because forever began with you.

making music in the desert tonight

making music in the desert tonight
nowhere to run and theres no one in sight

banging my drum real fast and hard
if i hit it any harder it will fall apart

theres no winners or losers this far out
aint barely nothing to think about

nowhere to go for hundreds of miles
i havent eaten for quite a while

cant tell the day from the night anymore
dont even know what im looking for

hungry for love and im hungry for food
i dont know why im such a hungry dude

ive been floating in this raft out here in the sea
im shooting a flare no one can see

i can look for miles and cant see a boat
this raft is my castle and the sea is my moat

im in a dark little room

im in a dark little room and there’s no one i can see
someone else is in here. i wish i could see

i feel the walls and cant find a door
i scream for myself as a curl up on the floor

as he circles my space my fear smells sweet
hes so cold and quiet yet i can feel his heart beat

i screamed in vain til my throat was sore
in his quiet candor i could feel him want more

i dont know this man but i have all my life
hes slashing my soul with his big sharp knife

if i knew him, id hate myself
ive always wished he was someone else

i really can’t wait for this night to end
im scared to death of my ugly friend

if i kill him, he will kill me
id kill myself and then id be free

the lion down the hall

i got locked out one night when no one was home
i must have misplaced my key so ill spend the night alone

a painting of a lion standing proud and tall
fiercely smiled at me and dared me through the hall

doors open and doors close as I stagger down the hall
no one wants to let me in to feel safe within their walls

each room is dark and cold, yet id die to go inside
when they come to hunt me down, ive got nowhere to go and hide

i might outrun them for a while but someday id have to sleep
and theyll be right in back of me. im the meal they’ve longed to eat

I close my eyes, my body shakes, i take off down the hall
i see my goal, my eyes are set on the lion down the hall

my heart is pounding as i reach the golden frame
the panthers are behind me but the picture’s not the same

the lion got real hazy but the picture’s gotten clearer
i must be fucking crazy, all along it was a mirror

i could have the strength to win this fight
if i die, I’ll die proud
so i turned and lashed with all my might
with my mighty roar aloud

all my life i faced my fears and felt so weak and small
while all that time I never knew the lion down the hall

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