Lyrics
BloodFlow
Give me one more hour to contemplate
So I can twist up all the words planning their escape
No, please, don’t look away until I reach for the next verse
I swear I’ll try to hurry
Who put this needle in my vein?
Words drip like chatter on the page
Like a child needs a match and the senseless play charades
I pray, don’t give me none of that
I need to place these jumbled words in words in proper order
Who put this needle in my vein?
And it happens when I least expect it
Drawn in small glass vials and collected
And If I can’t stop now, maybe it won’t matter when
Blood flows through heart, right arm to pen
Never gonna let the say “THE END”
Well, well, well, can’t you, can’t you give me one more hour for inspiration
Wine needs time to influence my rhyme
This bottle’s more than empty
Words burst like bubbles in champagne
And it happens when I least expect it
Carbonation is so electric
And if I can’t stop now, maybe it won’t matter when
Blood flows through heart, right arm to pen
Never gonna let them say “THE END”
When the vein is slit, how much blood flows ‘til the end?
Do arteries and capillaries flow the same?
Will the heart still pump when blood runs, oh, so dry?
Can a razorblade kiss cure the wounds of this life?
As we blaze through melancholy days
Slit the vein, slit the vein, slit the vein
Sweet Neruda learned from his mistakes
But did Keats write lines knowing how he’d have to pay?
I say, I wish I could give in to poesy like them
My “name was writ in water”
Who put this needle in my vein?
And it happens when I least expect it
A quest for more words, my epidemic
But if I can’t stop now, maybe it won’t matter when
Blood flows through heart, right arm to pen
Never gonna let them say “THE END”
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