Talk on Indolence

Well I've been lockin' myself up in my house for sometime now

Readin' and writin' and readin' and thinkin'and searching for reasons and missing the seasons.

The Autumn, the

Spring, the

Summer, the snow.

The record will stop and the record will go.

Latches latched, the windows down,the dog coming in and the dog going out.

Up with caffeine and down with a shot.

Constantly worried about what

I've got.Distracting my work but

I can't make a stopand my confidence on and my confidence off.

And I sink to the bottom and rise to the topand

I think to myself that

I do this a lot.

World outside just goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes...and witness it all from the blinds of my window.

THREE, FOU

RI'm a little nervous 'bout what you'll think

When you see me in my swimming trunks

And last night in

New York I got raging drunk

Remember one time

I got raging drunk with you

Now, I can recall a time when we made the city

Streets our playground, kissing in the fountains

Filled with cigarettes and bottles

Sped through

Italian city streets of cobblestone

Because we had to

Because I loved you

Because the damned alcohol

Because what ever at all

Now I've grown too aware of my mortality

To let go and forget about dying

Long enough to drop the hammer down

And let the indolence go wild and flying through

Because we had to