WATT LYRICS THREAD

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― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Monday, 30 May 2005 20:59 (twenty-one years ago)

I'm the paint on the road
the weight of your load
with the cracked glass ground
fuck it!
an itch in your brain
in the drain shootin' rain
I'm the flame from the train
I've been smeltin' rail
flood from the fire
a hot tub cool mire
ticket to fly her? NO
then blaze chemical wire
blazin' chemical wire
burn the church from the spire
you fuckin' pay for desire
fire turns your wire
this torch is for hire
turn an ice man a cryer
make your bed a big briar
thorns of chemical wire
you'll be the tread on the tire
sulphur in a deep fryer
grinding on till you're tired
when you'll break down beside her

― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Monday, 30 May 2005 21:00 (twenty-one years ago)

sometimes with people i think i've seen movies to run off the edges.
subset of history, i lose my identity, start bumming at parties.
prop up their tents with one piece of rope from a curtain inside me.
purging reform would admit that you fail, start bumming at parties.
chasing a reason, refusing to reason by listening to reason.
chasing a reason, refusing to reason by listening to reason.

― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Monday, 30 May 2005 22:18 (twenty-one years ago)

EXCELLENT THRD TIM!!!!

Caste off, meaning is rough. I'm one knot tangled in a heap.
I know it's paradox with my dreams.
I know it's paradox with my dreams.
Ship's creaking, taking on bull shit.
I fuckin' scream: Jump Ship! Jump Ship

BEACON SIGHTED THROUGH THE FOG.

― ddb (ddb), Tuesday, 31 May 2005 00:25 (twenty-one years ago)

― Ian John50n (orion), Tuesday, 31 May 2005 01:11 (twenty-one years ago)

There are still lofty dreams, meager desires, and still silliness

― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Tuesday, 31 May 2005 03:48 (twenty-one years ago)

me
the night
my compadre Raymond
we were jumping fences
jumping for freedom
Ray says, "Hey Watt
stop here a second."
I said, "Hear her
out in New Haven?"
and then at the gig
I sat and I watched them
a drum and a sax
both of them talking
how very important
two dudes talking
but everything ain't just
two dudes talking
my place in time
is a big nada-history
but my place with you
is shown symbolically

― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Wednesday, 1 June 2005 04:21 (twenty-one years ago)

Watt Here!
I'm downstairs from your window...
if you're up...
pub 'phone booth...
if you're up...(I get tense)
[Beep]

Thurston!
Watt!
Thurston!
I think it's ten thirty, we're calling from Providence, Rhode Island.
Did you find your shit? You gotta watch the mota Thurston, your fuckin' memory just goes out tha window.

We couldn't find it in the van at all, we wonderin' if you looked in
that trash can. When we threw out that trash, man, was the bag in
your hand, did you dump it?
Call later.

Bye.

― gygax! (gygax!), Wednesday, 1 June 2005 04:47 (twenty-one years ago)

what can be romantic to mike watt?
he's only a skeleton
his body is a series of points
with no height length or width
in his joint he feels life
his strongest connection
between yelling and sleep
pain is the toughest riddle
he's chalk
he's a dart board
his sex is disease
he's a stop sign

― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Thursday, 2 June 2005 03:37 (twenty-one years ago)

hey ice machine, will you cut me?
thin line, cut
big scissors, cut
cut-loose, cut
bend tense snap break, cut

― dan (dan), Thursday, 2 June 2005 15:25 (twenty-one years ago)

nine months pass...

a richer understanding of what's already understood
no meanings from the here and now
what gift can be the work of art?
can you call it the big foist?
i'm fucking overwhelmed!

― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Sunday, 26 March 2006 06:37 (twenty years ago)

IF REAGAN PLAYED DISCO HE'D SHOOT IT TO SHIT

― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Sunday, 26 March 2006 06:39 (twenty years ago)

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