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The Misadventures (Steph & Jimmy)
22 friends around a full moon downtown, adventures sealed in a jar. Alone and awake, whiskey tales,
but it’s not the same, those good times don’t lie, good times… alone and unwound, it’s a long way
downtown, the bottle is running dry. And love grabs control, it seems to put the fork in the road,
the one behind us is full of fun, those good times don’t lie, good times. It’s the end of our illusions, and
the building blocks have all been put away. 1 or 2 friends around, it’s a long way downtown, adventures
sealed in a jar.
Legend of VGB (Steph & Jimmy)
Charming, locked in reverie, unalarming, I know just where he’ll be, in all the land, there’s one for
me, and I want to hold his hand. I love those video game boys; their eyes light up at the TV.
Beckoning oh-so-silently, offering the adjacent seat, in all the land, there’s one for me, and I want
to hold his hand. Who knows why he won’t buy the video game guide?
Labels (Jenn, Jimmy, & Steph)
You think I’m a bad girl, but you don’t even know me. You think I’m a good girl, but you’ve never
talked to me. (You) don’t know what I’ve been through; (you) don’t know what I’m up to. Assumptions
of what I’ve been told depend on facts that no one knows. Invalidated thoughts of old are truth ‘cuz
that’s what I’ve been told. You don’t know me.
Venus Mantrap (Steph)
I feel you breaking away, a recluse running to your hiding place. You did it once before so I think
I know, I feel you breaking away. They say we trap, well maybe some do. That’s not what I’m up to.
They say we trap, maybe some do… but I could bolt from you. Well if I could read your process, like
a simple medium of sorts, I could put it on manual instead of auto; for now I’ll back off cuz you need it.
I Quit (Steph)
Argue a job does not define you, though to the lazy it’s easier to sum-sum you up. A brute, a stoic,
an imbecile, than to consider the depth that you might possess. Throw out your even stakes over
which the dogs will fight… those who stand in line will prevail, I know, but don’t get mad at me, I
quit, woah. Systematic modern times, dehumanized; it’s a balance in uniformity but not-not in wage.
Ever-questioned in policy by patrons who lend to their assumptions and try to take from my esteem.
Tasty (Steph)
In some ways, I’ve adopted your attitude, the way you focus with intent, the way you question a
compliment. Taking note of a vacant lot, I don’t know if that’s good or not… but I do miss them…
they’re awesome. They so perfectly fit mine. Dismissing the small talk for what it’s worth: an
insult, oh analyze it and pick it apart. Look for underlying meanings, recurrent themes, and innuendos.
No Chairman (Steph)
Same faces breaking through the silence with words so useless it makes yawn; the water’s all gone, 3
cups worth to disassociate myself from them. It’s just a tool, not within parliamentary rules, so
what if I didn’t ask permission? There’s no chairman, there’s no chairman, there’s no chairman, just
the flock grazing. Consuming what is left of humanity, therein pushing others out… I miss your
integrity. Shallow voices inhabit this city and reverberate echoes of social insignificance. You
don’t know how to shut your mouth, wipe your face, or yield to the urge of listening.
Pills and Youth (Steph)
I don’t particularly like expectations, as though I’m mindful of the rules. Don’t give more credit
than credit that’s due, oh yeah baby, what’s it to you? Self-proclamations… if I’m the deviant, then
who are you? I don’t particularly like confinement, oh no I don’t like rules, but it seems I’m stuck
in another place where he saw me how I wanted to be seen. Self-proclamations… if I’m the insolent,
then who are you? Pills and youth and I’m nailed to the bar with liquor. Wretched children, what do
they know? When our mentors walk out on us, we’re left speculating rights and wrongs, twiddling
thumbs and ripping down standards and wandering into mischief.
Eyes Seek the Ground (Steph)
Well, I should think that this won’t work; it’s not your ordinary world… when I look past him at the
surroundings, it’s distracting. Cuz I don’t get it, I would not pretend, and it’s not my place nor
my intention to pursue or use. No more, no more, no more, my eyes seek the ground, no more, no more,
no more, more. Alignments stray from what we know, from one who wears the proper sleeve. Clichés of
worlds colliding suit us, but the shoe fits.
Trickery (Steph)
Your method’s preordained; the stars give you away, there’s a hidden passion locked away that you’ll
never see. What did I tell you? What did I tell you? You never listen to me… why don’t you listen
to me? Oh, I’m told to bolt, get away from fireworks, the fueling is the burn, the motion’s turned
up and your feet run. I tried, I tried, I tried to tell you I’m getting out, I’m moving on, I’m
reaching for the gold, far as I can go… as far as I can go.
Don’t Surrender (Steph)
I won’t submit to that role ever again; it’s all-encompassing… break right through conventional
wisdom. What a burden is, it’s that emotion. Some say it is a four-letter defense mechanism.
Because they want it, and don’t have it, they want it, and don’t have it, and then it’s there, and
suddenly you’re not. You yield to someone else because he’s all… and you wonder where your dreams
went in all those years. You wonder why your friends alienate you, but it’s your lingering
imagination, fragments to which you cling.
Aloof (Steph)
The details are hazy and only somewhat real; the picture sustains its discord. Gripping ten and two,
her face is stone, and tears endeavor from wasted years… a story in which time will play the healer
and reason has left the building. Like an incriminating flash of a film, gleaming in the eyes of a broken girl.
Shut Doors (Steph)
Some minds are hard to make, when their needs were shown the door
But when the last brick falls, then consider where they go
Blues eyes are red and black: a summation of the rage
Well, it manifests itself through fits of words and craze
Once upon a midnight in the mission with the line outside
And when you reach the front, they turn away…
They turn away.
They shut their doors… the acts continue, then the husbands are the ruleStephanie
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