Lyrics by Susan Griffin
everything is intricate
but being is
so empty
i've become
dismantled
green with age and
envy
where did all these
cries
come for from the
first
giving
stimulation
projecting dying thirst
this knowledge is but vague
this
answer is then clear
this safety is
not working
you must then
reappear
there is no
punctuation
there is no chapter
two
no appeal of sentence
yet so
much new to do
if you loved me so much
would i make
it worth your while
i'm smothered by
your touch
i am bruised to have your
style
in the rarest form of
pure
most common in the leer
my
knuckles are still bloody
from
wanting to be here
the aroma is still heady
from wanting
to be near
my knuckles are still
bloody
from wanting to be
here
wanting to be here
wanting to
be here
aunt walter has left home
bobby
doesn't remember
where he left his
tractor
aunt walter wants
attention
i'm losing my
patience
leave me alone leave me
alone
crayons are
melting
teardrops are ice spinning
spinning
breath like an alley exhaust
fan
(J.P.)
wanting to be here
©1978 szzn. g/jim price/r.stevie moore
as appears on
sample for
approval
clack!
everything
what
's the point?!!
live at bitter
end
