hatred. I hate the past. I can't see anything at all all I see is me. that's clear enough. and that's whats important to see me. my eyes can focus. my brain is talking. looks pretty good to me. my head's on straight my girlfriend's beautiful. looks pretty good to me. sometimes I speak. tonight there's nothing to say. sometimes we freak. and laugh all day. hold these pages up to the light. see the jacknife inside of the dream. a railroad runs through the record stores at night. coming in for the deep freeze. Mary: a simple word are you there in the country?. Yr eyes so full yr head so tight. can't you hear me?. Remember our talk. that day on the phone?. I was the door and you were the station. with shattered glass and miles between us. we still flew away in the conversation. my cup is full and I feel okay. the world is dull but not today. she think's she's a goddess. she says she talks to the spirits. I wonder if she can talk to herself?. If she can bear to hear it?. this is Eric's trip. we've all come to watch him slip. he's slipping all the way to Texas. can you dig it?. (Eric says "The sky is blue..."). I see with a glass eye. the pavement view. a shadow forming across the fields rushing. thru me to you. we tore down the world and put up four walls. I breathe in the myth. I'm over the city fucking the future. I'm high and inside yr kiss. we can't see clear. but what we see is a alright. we make up what we can't hear. and then we sing all night. scattered pages and shattered lights. a jacknife and a dream. there's something moving over there on the right. like nothing I've never seen.