matt

hey kid, I got a ride for you
they say your brain is a comic book tattoo
and you'll never be anything
what will you do with your life
that's all you hear from noon till night
take a trip on my rocket ship baby
where the sea is the sky
I know the guy who runs the place and he's out-a-sight
Flying Dutchman are you out there
Flying Dutchman are you out there
straight suits, they don't understand
she tried, that one, with the alligator boots but the other side drew her in heart falling fast when she left, even the Milky Way was dress in black
cause they can't see what you're born to be
they can't see me
they can't be
whay they can't believe
they can't see what you see
they'll keep the boys spinning in their own little world
tie him up so he won't say a word they'll keep the boy spinning in their own little world
so afraid he'll be what they never were

Not the Red Baron
Not Charlie Brown
think I got the message figured
another pilot down
and are their devils with halos in beautiful capes taking them into the flames
Not Judy G
Not Jean Jean with a hallowed heart
I see that screen go
down in the flames
with every step with every beautiful heel
pointed
Not the Red Baron I'm sure Not Charlie's wonderful dog
not anyone I really know
just another pilot down
maybe I'll just sing him a last little sound many there know some girls with red ribbons the prettiest
red
ribbons

gotta tell you
what I heard from
Agent Orange
Mister Suntan
Mister Happy Man
MIster I know the girls on all the world tours
Mister Agent
he's my favourite
and they don't understand
he's got palm oil fans
yes he's down
and there
and everywhere
he's getting an A to Z
an underwater city
where she swims and swims

I had a dream last night that I was dying. I had a dream that I was a Super Hero, that I was running a race and winning. Right as I reached the finish line the world went wrong and the atmosphere filled with poisonous gas. As I crossed the line, I collapsed because I could not hold my breath. I lay on the ground like one who had fallen from a five story building. I felt myself leave my body and become a viewer. But I was the only viewer. No one came to my side. I could feel strength in my body, but could not use it. I felt pitty for this fallen boy, but knew it was me. I felt tired and scared and frozen in time. This is me. This is exhaustion and strength. This is fear and independence. This is what happens to Super Heros in the end
-matt