...no listeners (for Delores)...

You whistle up the dead
You draw a ring around the sun
You chalk up the races you’ve all lost but one
You take snap shots of moments
An feed them to the cure
You keep searchin’ and searchin’
And beggin’ god for

And there aint no listeners here
No given facts to your fears
It’s all odd numbers and lightningless thunder
There aint no listeners here

Tea cups lined with gold
In the form of the unknown
They’re lined up and waiting
For they’re fortunes to be told
And it may all end up in lies
But there’s no way of goin’
Save the truth from the forlorn
If you want to pay for the lights

And there aint no listeners here
Only you know the taste of your tears
Its all the first if you overcome the worst
There aint no listeners here

Waking the kids in the middle of the night
Gotta give in to cravings you can no longer fight
Mom we gotta get the change outta here
It’s almost two am oh dear
I’ll be up in three days
An be devilishly handsome despite all the haze
We’ll be part of the story
And fuck all the glory
Some son will sing will sing of our days

Because they’re aint no listeners here
Nobody to translate that year
Only thoughts and scars and smiles and memoirs
There aint no listeners here

You whistle up the dead
You draw a ring around the sun
You chalk up the races you’ve all lost but one
You take snap shots of moments
An feed them to the cure
You keep searchin’ and searchin’
And beggin’ god for

-arf 09