Oh, Yola yeah you lived here before me you'll be here when I'm gone if I were you I'd ignore me if you were me you'd move on I am a thoroughly post-postmodern man and everything I love and ridicule Is all that I am the exquisite dullness of my day to day is matched only by the scope of my dreams and Yola my ego is coming apart at the seams pit bulls and barbeques these sidewalks are yours and mine they never will be the hydrant is open again and I'm soaked to my knees oh, Yola compro la It's the most luxurious prison in the world passing time at the station single ride ticket in hand parallel destinations- Via Vespucci or Borinquen? we'll swarm all the benches like lions at the zoo we'll package our lives of ambition and sighs it's a trial for some, but we do what we do our wallet's our voice and we've made the choice to keep ourselves shouting in squalor and somebody runs to the bank every time that we holler potholes and motor clubs the adventistas never were singing for me the hydrant is open again and I'm soaked to my knees Oh, Yola I'm losing control in the most luxurious prison in the world

let's meet on the street where the old men play dominoes drink their cervezas and smoke their cigars I cannot ignore them as I step around unlike you I've seen famine and wars let's drink to your city this same bitter cocktail of boredom contempt and refinement and shame and once I offend you consider that really you don't want to hear me explain just lend me a dollar so I can stop caring or give me a reason I’m coming up short cause now is the time I should rejoin the living but I'm tired of the spectator sport as I stared the panther in the eyes I was staring down my soul I stumbled through the undergrowth shedding all my self-control I knew I could never unlearn what it was that she showed me ‘cause all I could think of was death or glory I knew I would never escape from that jungle I knew I would never escape from that jungle why would I want to escape from that jungle and why would I want to go home again Down to the cellar a grandmama’s walking on legs of titanium with four rubber feet she knows the aroma of cities on fire has jars of the things she will needthey've burned all our bridges and we lazy swimmers seek refuge in yellow-green haze of the sky below us the rusted out boat-hulls just wallow and sigh it's you who's complacent it's I who am crazy and everyone always around me is blind and while you sit blinking back tears of outrage I have already made up my mind The rebel soldiers silently took positions in the town their captain gave the signal and they tried to shoot me down I knew then I could never pretend cause the panther she showed me that all that I needed was death or glory I left the best part of myself in the jungle yeah, I left no part of myself in that jungle no one can hear me through all their civility I can’t hear myself above all this politeness so pose for your picture the camera’s watching It silently marks my redemption and other affronts to the populace it sees black and white it can’t care that we want to be free

You've got favorable terms on a contract with yourself I've seen them written all over your face First sign of slight advantage I've seen you licking chops and saying grace anyone who talks to you's gonna have to learn to pickup the goddamn pace I remember when I met you you were smiling trying to keep your teeth from gnashing I wrote you a receipt to write your taxes off on someone else's passion I watched you write me off as trash and then you gave me twenty extra bucks in cash hey buddy, thank you you took your chances just like everyone else and then you won there's a hundred fifty people in here and I guess you're probably better than us all you're hooking up with models on the regular got a Basquiat original hanging on your wall so welcome to your weekend home we take your abuse so you don't have to drink alone and then we thank you you took your chances just like anybody else and then you won

car exhaust and paper blowing down the street but I'm still hanging round flowers in plastic bags all green and white wrapped so carefully one man's deliverance will be overnight once lost my stinger to this queen I knew just some pollen passing through my sweet beehive take my aimless days won't you teach me won't you I need a way to bring some more honey home a pyrrhic victory a more precious stone after all these weeks I feel I'm wandering, oh at this strange crossroads of homelessness and home you love so freely why can't you see me? I've demanded nothing asked for less got few desires in life, I guess sometimes hand me something mostly don't your ways are intricate, can only hope to figure you out alone my sweet beehive I will ask no more say it's me that you adore every day I'll be there faithfully won't get bored because I'll remember what it's like to be over-free and when I die you'll say he was a busy bee after all these weeks I feel I'm wandering, oh at this strange crossroads of homelessness and home you love so freely but I'm so needy five minutes more and then I'll go You are my doorway in the snow I bring you dust you give me gold You are the dance I can't control

I'm no alarmist I'm only new here Wide eyed and quiet intimidated too why can't I harness my dreams of silver no need to tarnish them leave them to themselves Symbols and rituals mind or matter baroque or minimal, sandals, socks, or shoes symbols and rituals spray or splatter some individuals think in scattered clues Sharp like a razor blade dull as weather Bright as a meteor break just like one too smart in a lazy way tough as leather people are crazy they can be kindly too Symbols and rituals facts and figures one or the other they'll lose you in the truth endless residual referenda some individuals offer nothing new your new endeavor hasn't lasted ninety days you'll be broke if you're not clever holes in your pocket and all your means are someone's ways so find your own while you still can here you are and all your plans they just don't matter anymore cause summer is over summer is over if the summer's over and you're still here it's time to salvage your career I'm no alarmist I'm no believer all in a day I'll decide and forget what's true vote for the pharmacist your reliever vote for the pharmacist he will pull you through Symbols and rituals in your marrow lots of misfortune and some good fortune too Symbols and rituals slings and arrows some individuals think in red and blue there's thirteen forevers all in ninety winter days you'll freeze if you're not clever your fire is fading and the future starts whenever so make your choice while you still can here you are and all your plans just won't matter anymore when winter's over winter is over if the winter is over and you're still here get out while the coast is clear

Ariana off the boat sallow dreams and dirty jokes I've been here too long, I'm thirsting open water the mirror at the bar is my window on the door Painted concrete, scarred coral and gunmetal blue I'm pulling payment from the bottom of my shoe beginner's luck, at last we meet again and my shaking land legs spin me around help me ignore this den of smirking strangers help me believe I could stay within her favor for some small eternity Ariana take my hand champagne cigarrettes and sand all that I thought I ever wanted all that they told me I deserved o river, drain this dead emotion take it out into the ocean where it can stay with her.. forget about the sky, it's only silence white mosquito contrails and prima donna violence she showed me drunk on illusion vermouth and conclusion I'm tracing tattoos on this transitory venus with my fingertips, lick my lips like fired clay she sighs and turns to face me I watch her painted eyelids flutter in her dreams like tattered flags flying on the wind from past the bay all that I thought I ever wanted all that they told me I deserved river, take all my devotion drain it out into the ocean let it die with her forget about the sky, it's only silence the universe is empty and stars are born in violence Ariana back on deck ship to shore please disconnect

Welcome old friend to my company yet again it's been a while since I've seen you I know you've been busy getting on with your life never calling though you feel you need to I know you can't see me for who I am really can't see past the maudlin veiling you've yet to suss out all your vain self-destruction  the designs behind all of your failing so allow me to please introduce myself I'm who you always have known I am the reason you're eating your dinner alone my name is unnameable and I am unframeable in all of your constructs and theory I am the reason your thoughts and your passions are weary keep singing your little blues I'll stay on as your muse and sometimes I will serve as your master I'm the hole in your wallet the rat in your garbage the yellow that's eating your plaster keep keeping your distance for all your resistance you only keep bringing me nearer for I am the bringer of all your aloofness and fear yeah, my name is unnameable and I am unframeable in all the self-portraits of vanity I'm the friend you neglected the stranger ignored I'm the face you put on for your family allow me to please introduce myself I am he who you always have known I am the reason you don't want to leave here alone all your words are amusing me greatly but you’ll never persuade me that you can't get blood from a stone I don't want you to think that I have nothing better than to sit here with you in the gloom so soon I'll be leaving to remind someone else of their doom don't worry old comrade I'm never too far to return to your side all asudden so live it up lively when I am away cause you never know when this dead flower is gonna be budding allow me to please introduce myself I am he who you always have known I am the reason you think you are better off alone save your words for someone who's listening you'll never convince me that you can't get blood from a stone