Sunday, September 25, 2011

the Tippler



yeah...
when I see in your eyes
they're as deep as a well
but you've given to silence
so you'll never tell on me
you'll never say how I wrecked the whole world
as we hurl through the clutter and haze
yeah we fly...fly 'til the dawn
yeah we fly...fly 'til the dawn
yeah we come down so fast
that we land somewhere below the ground
yeah...yeah...mmmyeah...hhyeah
and I raise up my glass
I'm consumed in the altitude
given to saying things that I shouldn't be
saying at all
with my head full of bees
I'm saying whatever I please
yeah we fly...fly 'til the dawn
yeah we fly...fly 'til the dawn
yeah we come down so fast
that we land somewhere below the ground
yeah...



copyright j.luhn2011

Monday, September 19, 2011

monday evening post

When I was younger, I was happy to get away even when I flew next to death...now, I'm older.