Dark Totem - Darren Mitchell

I'm blown away how you can play the innocent You burned it all down Why do I stay to catch a glimpse of what we know Will never be found? Hey, did you ever love me like you say? Did you ever go and try and make my heart your home? Hey, did you ever love me like you say? 'Cause I'm tired of praying for useless miracles Meet me on the west side Up here on the high line Got a couple words worth saying Talked it out in my head But all my thoughts are faded Even though it hurts, I keep hanging on Meet me on the west side Up here on the high line Even though it hurts, I keep hanging on I can't escape, been here too many times before I see 'em all now Look how we changed, not the reflection that I know That's looking back out Hey, did you ever love me like you say? Did you ever go and try and make my heart your home? Hey, did you ever love me like you say? 'Cause I'm tired of praying for useless miracles Meet me on the west side Up here on the high line Got a couple words worth saying Talked it out in my head But all my thoughts are faded Even though it hurts, I keep hanging on Meet me on the west side Up here on the high line Even though it hurts, I keep hanging on You keep me holding on to hope I know it's dumb Meet me on the west side Up here on the high line Got a couple words worth saying Talked it out in my head But all my thoughts are faded Even though it hurts, I keep hanging on Even though it hurts, I keep hanging on

T'as l'air de croire que c'est le bruit du cochon Hein? Alors que c'est moi qui dérape Et qui rafale sur ta gueule de pochtron, ta gueule de pauvre con Ta gueule de... où est-ce qu'on va? Hein? Hein? Ferme ta gueule, tu t'enfonces Ferme ta gueule, tu m'offenses Trop de pétasses se disent fortes, NQNT disloque Ton cul, ta chatte, ton esprit, bitch, on peut remplir les dix slots Donc cherche pas la discorde J'dis "stop", mais dis "s'te plaît", bitch Prends tes distances avec ton pistolet Exactement, l'État te ment et, le département, c'est v'là le de-mon (oui) Toi, tu fournis l'offre, mais personne demande La plupart te déteste J'lâche que des textes qui schlassent les fesses Ça t'en bouche un coin, Satan bouge au loin mais pas chez moi (dehors) Toujours prêt à m'élever, toujours partant pour un joint Tu te poses des questions, un suppo' et c'est bon Ouais, grosse dépression, t'es comme "La Terre est ronde, donc il me faut des ronds" Non, non, fausse rébellion Tu marches, mais t'es mort (mort) Tu n'mâches que des ossements de vache T'es lâche et tu caches que t'es là, (là) Juste las sans raison, tu jactes mais tes actes démontrent Souris devant les fleurs, bitch Bouquine devant les cœurs vides (oui, oui) La réponse est en toi, t'as de quoi défoncer l'angoisse T'as le choix d'être bon, marche droit et monte, bitch Lâche pas, fais ton Schmilblick (blick, blick, blick) La vie est oblique et ton chemin est prodigieux Flex, flex, flex Trop de pétasses se disent fortes, NQNT disloque Ton cul, ta chatte, ton esprit, bitch, on peut remplir les dix slots Donc cherche pas la discorde J'dis "stop", mais dis "s'te plaît", bitch Prends tes distances avec ton pistolet Flex, flex, flex

I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars That shell shock love away There's comfort in melancholy When there's no need to explain It's just as natural as the weather In this moody sky today In our possessive coupling So much could not be expressed So now i'm returning to myself These things that you and i suppressed I see something of myself in everyone Just at this moment of the world As snow gathers like bolts of lace Waltzing on a ballroom girl You know it never has been easy Whether you do or you do not resign Whether you travel the breadth of extremities Or stick to some straighter line Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock They're either going to thaw out or freeze Listen... Strains of benny goodman Coming thru' the snow and the pinewood trees I'm porous with travel fever But you know i'm so glad to be on my own Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger Can set up trembling in my bones I know - no one's going to show me everything We all come and go unknown Each so deep and superficial Between the forceps and the stone Well i looked at the granite markers Those tribute to finality - to eternity And then i looked at myself here Chicken scratching for my immortality In the church they light the candles And the wax rolls down like tears There's the hope and the hopelessness I've witnessed thirty years We're only particles of change i know, i know Orbiting around the sun But how can i have that point of view When i'm always bound and tied to someone White flags of winter chimneys Waving truce against the moon In the mirrors of a modern bank >from the window of a hotel room I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars Until love sucks me back that way

Three waitresses all wearing Black diamond earrings Talking about zombies And Singapore slings No trouble in their faces Not one anxious voice None of the crazy you get From too much choice The thumb and the satchel Or the rented Rolls-Royce And you think she knows something By the second refill You think she's enlightened As she totals your bill You say "Show me the way To Barangrill" Well some say it's in service They say "Humble Makes Pure" You're hoping it's near Folly 'Cause you're headed that way for sure And you just have to laugh 'Cause it's all so crazy Ah, her mind's on her boyfriend And eggs over easy It's just a trick on you Her mirrors and your will So you ask the truck driver On the way to the till But he's just a slave To Barangrill The guy at the gaspumps He's got a lot of soul He sings Merry Christmas for you Just like Nat King Cole And he makes up his own tune Right on the spot About whitewalls and windshields And this job he's got And you want to get moving And you want to stay still But lost in the moment Some longing gets filled And you even forget to ask "Hey, Where's Barangrill?"

Marcie in a coat of flowers Stops inside a candy store Reds are sweet and greens are sour Still no letter at her door So she'll wash her flower curtains Hang them in the wind to dry Dust her tables with his shirt and wave another day goodbye Marcie's faucet needs a plumber Marcie's sorrow needs a man Red is autumn, green is summer Greens are turning and the sand All along the ocean beaches stares up empty at the sky Marcie buys a bag of peaches Stops a postman passing by And summer goes, falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper Winter blows up from the river, there's no one to take her To the sea Marcie dresses warm, it's snowing Takes a yellow cab uptown Red is stop and green's for going Sees a show and rides back down Down along the Hudson River Past the shipyards in the cold Still no letter's been delivered Still the winter days unfold Like magazines fading in dusty grey attics and cellars Make a dream, dream back to summer and hear how he tells her "Wait for me" Marcie leaves and doesn't tell us Where or why she moved away "Red is angry, green is jealous", that was all she had to say Someone thought they saw her Sunday Window shopping in the rain Someone heard she bought a one-way ticket And went West again