Friday, November 5, 2021

Barbarisms • Soft Random Lies • 2021



Now that Helen’s been had
An all good woman is expensive 
And no one ever asking me for a drag
Was ever really asking me for a drag
Soft random lies, soft random lies
And smoke — lick the sky
I was living in the third district
We were all drunk we were all pathetic 
We were all well dressed
I was happy as a pig in shit
Saving my last wish for one more wish
I never thought that — I never had the time
So now how do I play in this stranger’s land?
Now that I’m so aware of what my right hand
Has done — oh fuck, the damage was
Um…
Soft random lies, soft random lies
And smoke —
Now who will wrap his rotten arms
Who will wrap his rotten arms around you?
You see every ancient city’s
Got two women outside
And as fate blows the dust
Back into their eyes
They say, ’Stop that —
You were never character 
You were context’
’You were soft random lies,
Soft random lies and smoke’
They say, ’Who will wrap his rotten arms,
Who will wrap his rotten arms 
Around you — tonight?

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