Z-Old Release: The Last Dance (Here's to Our Box)

The box of windows All smashed and corroded You use to sing and dance a merry tune And every time you come around The depression becomes so thick it mounts Even the most happy of the thinning dunces The era from which we all came no longer appears relevant Every day there's one more explosion One more crime And one more sex crime I think I used to remember you as some sort Of modern Dionysus But now, with all that's come and gone, The myth you created seems over-burdened The context has been forever blurred We can dance one dance, just any old dance, Like the dance you could so oft engineer But now our feet are out of time And your music you sing without rhyme All that can be forgotten now is with you there's never been a crime The money thrown down Castles build of sand float away You watch your lies Become more and more constraining, So again I ask you Where are we going to go now? Let's have another song, or can your muse be so cruel? Every now and again, we use to make love against the wall. But all the images are blinding, our relationship slows to a crawl The passion kicked out from under us by grisly age No one seems to remember when, or how, It was like before we had to use viagra Or how, with just a little drink, we could all smile like that. Perhaps another day will come into our grimy sustenance will become Rivers of gold and flowers unfold But no one knows anymore anything but this life Join me and dance just a little while But don't think to much about anything Especially me We use to make a life together But if we can just dance one last time And not think any more Maybe then, we can know some sort of happiness Even if it is artificial.Written October 31st, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 02:25 AM PST, Michael Edward London    angst