Frequency

by Lalieth   Oct 28, 2005


The strength of my youth, it sickens.
The tears in my throat, they thicken.
The measure of my time, never enough.
Tallies lie, alibis, and edges rough.

Drive on the long northern highways.
Please don't wake me, December stays.
Checks I tried to balance, never enough.
Tallies sneer, end is near, and edges rough.

The bitter lesson I was taught,
They laugh, "your hard work! All for naught!"
Sleepless nights to catch up, never enough.
Tallies learned, bridges burned, and edges rough.

So walk on, turn on CNN.
So crawl out of this woman's skin.
Pray for the lawless, pray for peace!
Pray for the frequency to cease.
Collecting the ironies and magazines,
Swallow pills of radio Benzedrine.
Make it better with a little cinnamon,
Today was just another Tienanmen.
We are power agents with our bleach,
This is how white-white your towels should be!
Disintegrate the global sidewalk,
Listen to the megaphone man talk.
See what happens when men become mice,
Oh, I bet you thought it would be nice!

And I have heard every word,
So please don't wake me up.
I've heard every blessed word,
You know I sleep standing up.
Dreaming on my feet,
Still December stays.
Tallies show their teeth,
Still northern highways.
Still never enough, and edges rough.

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