A Conversation - Intellectual

Sunflower seeds tearing me up

Need to put some honey on my lips

Troubled old friend, fire tornados inside

Sends me some of his fiery lines

Hey what you’re doing out in this world tonight

Tell me about your stories, about your worries ‘cause we are twins

Tell me about your stories about your worries ‘cause there are hints

There’s nothing in this world that you can’t say

And I can clearly see what you try to play

Cats’ hair on my trousers and the day is done

Day of the twins and I’m the only one

Maternal fears spin the ravaged son

You dry the air and cure my moulding lungs

Time is up, still two hours to go

A piece of information I don’t want to know

The pills work too fast, I’m going too slow

Sitting exercises they deform my bones

I’m high

I hide

I’m blind

Break the silence make my day, I’m sick and tired in my lonely way

All those things don’t have to be what they seem to be

And you don’t really know what you mean to me

He’s sitting on a star playing his guitar wondering how nice it is to be above

He’s sitting on a star playing his guitar, can you tell me what rhymes with ‘to be above’

Familiar scent it all inhales my mind

Seems so strange you’re not the present kind

My mind rhymes my thoughts automatically

Filth in my veins that’s what it’s got to be

I’m growing old but not intentionally

By throwing myself into mysteries

So what is there and what is left to say

The same old line true to my own dismay

I’m sick and tired in my lonely way