Here comes the noise again. A small incursion into my peaceful ways. A tiny incision into my calm and quiet That bleeds out my sanity Into a bowl of reasons to riot. Here comes the noise again: It starts up like an engine It settles into the days. It has it's own rules and ways. Here comes the noise! I cannot drown it out with The Who - I cannot drown it out with Memories of me and you. I cannot drown it In whiskey: it swims just fine; I can't drown it out with Pharmakeia: it flies on down the line As well as it floats. I can't push it under The surface of a thoughtscape That's wasted. None of it will do. I am just learning How to live as Me Without You. It is not as if I have Not had to cope alone: Even when we were together You were blasted and stoned. It is not as if I am missing My sounding board: You rarely listened anymore You just chattered and roared All over me in your noisy defeat, Of yourself and your mind And your soul it got beat. That which is beaten Sometimes turns to gold But yours just crumpled And bent and folded In on itself in a sad retreat Where origami cranes Balanced on your Chemical toilet seat. Yours just exited on the Freeway where nothing Costs nothing, and nothing Is everything, and nothing Is what you left me And nothing is what remains It all goes down the gullet And into the drain, It all disappears into The mystery of the synapses Fed there through the vein. It is all nothing Using nothing As an excuse For every thing But now you are gone and Nothing remains. Now you are gone and Nothing it reigns Over all my days and these Jealous ways That guard the door That draw up the bridge If not the Ah! Here comes the noise! It buzzes my solitude Here comes the noise! Dropping bombs on my Silent attempts at Quenching my thirst With water not wine With the passing of time That removes you from My memory, banks on easing solitude with Pain, holds onto the Knowledge That I remain angry At what you called Shame. Here comes the Noise. It won't let me rest. It draws pictures of you In my head. Here comes the Noise It brings me news Of this new thing, Of this and that Which I do not choose: Racoon dogs, leopard skin hats Beads and teeth Promises and facts. Tells me what's up And what is down again Grinds gears outside my window As I pull down the pane, And the planes they fly Overhead as I try to ignore Or embrace the sound Of destruction - The gears of war. Except I have no appetite For any reconstruction Of that which is gone. I hunger for peace And I get none. Have a good one M' man m'man Have a good one take care ...playing tennis ....cutting m' hair... Fixing a bike... ...no no don't worry ...it's light.... I can carry... who are they for... Yeah man, just knock on the door... Any time will do... you know i always like to see....you... The Noise chatters on inanely Just down below Shouted from doorsteps Built into the come and go The Noise. Here comes the Noise.... There it goes... Crashing and burning Savage garden yearning Singing a song that Nobody can place In a City In a town Where all the love Goes to waste.
“I cannot drown it
In whiskey: it swims just fine;”