TS Elliot Drunk

The Cave

Nice to be alone
HEY
Hit your head off the wall
A/S/L
Nice and slow
I'm angry
The people they
Fill my head
Lets get crazy
And jump the leap
And keep the hunger from the bone
I will feed and weep and be alone
This is the song I have to sing
This is my wish my breath
And it will be mine
The moon
It's white by God
What did you expect?
It could be yellow
It could be green
Could be red
Whoever heard of that?
Huh
Wassup Conor?
But its made of cheese
And crackers of the night
O' well
And it will explode
Wheres everybody at?
And cover the skies
With the jewels of her eyes
Later Conor
And smile upon those
Of little influence.

The Lake, the pool

watch the moon across the lake
the shimmering of the ripples
the glance the look of discontent
get the fish the spout the feed the life

give me spiders to shake my bones
and crawl upon the remains
of this the cobwebs of my soul
i remain the last of a tale untold

i await the forse of yet untold
they furrow forth
and then they fall
i will avail and never seen
the rest of life is but a dream

i raised a wall of mighty stead
and drooped my head
but why in this world of many men
had i yet to meet the calm

the room the walls the climbed so high
they fell and faltered beneath the sky
i will or maybe i wont
but the joy of this will be my night

they joined the throngs the subterfuge
the throngs of others than ran the ruse
ye will and maybe not
fall beneath the fellows lock

the side of us that sees
the front of those that feels at ease
i love it all and that it has
and joy this christmas supperpass

tis all quiet here on the front
i will follow
i miss the walk that i should have had
and the peach what a bite
i loved the taste, but my god the aftertaste

but to live is the best, to sleep
is that which we all have
but to die is that
all we meet
and when the grim reaper
says hello , run fast before
his cloak uncover

out of this room the women and men
come and go
talking of irishangelo
blind braun shave after sheer force of the smell
we shall halter forth and never be the substitute
of those that follow young at heart of iron
and fail beneath the blarney stone.
love me

a life to live gives all the answers
but the answer is not so easy
its comes between the bills and trills
that covers all that we believe

time before the time after