The Pattern

To see the pattern,
To be one with the pattern.
Oh, Lord,
To be the pattern.


These are the days in which our hate will fade,
Replaced by feelings of
Repetitious
Resentment.

January is behind me, I've come from the past.

The Past Series Extension.

1.
January is behind me,
I've come from the past,
At last,
My feet are free.

2.
I've come from the past,
This will not last,
January is behind me,
And December's ahead,
But I couldn't tell you
Where I left my head.
I've come from the past,
This will not last,
I've come from the past
Thiswillnotlastthiswillnotlastthiswillnotlastthiswillnotlastthiswillnotlastthiswillnotlastthiswillnotlastthiswillnotlastthiswillnotlast.

3.
January is behind me,
I've come from the past.
I know you
Planned out your words
Because you're always
Glancing in the mirror
And shaping your
Vowels.
I'd know.
I've come from the
Past.

4.
January is behind me,
I've come from the past,
But you always wanted
The future.
What was it you were saying?
That you tried to be trying,
But there's something between us,
You just couldn't cure us,
Finish your speech,
Please,
Tear off to tomorrow.

I'm coming from the future
To tell you that your
Baby looked into
My eyes yesterday,
And he said this to me:
"Don't lie to your future,
Your past will know."

I came from the past
Last week,
But I just missed you,
Otherwise I would have
Told you that
My baby looked
Into my eyes yesterday
And said:
"The past would tell you
About the future,
But it's so close behind you
That you don't even notice it."

Today, I looked into the mirror,
And I looked into my eyes,
And I saw the present.

Down the Block?

He never woke when she did,
Not that he'd know either way,
But he liked to imagine
That she got up
And got free,
Just like he wanted to do,
At five and rolled into
Her day skin,
like it was Meant to Be.

It wasn't that he was lazy,
And it wasn't that he couldn't get
Out of the Night-Time
Frame of Mind,
It was just that he never
Left his day skin.
Even chained to his bed,
He cannot sleep
Until she wakes,

Down the block.

Pessimism.

You don't know
Where I've come from,
And no one will tell you.
I will give you this,
Optimism eats at you,
Over time
Pessimism feeds you
So you can feel
Again in the nightfall,
Even though you know
It'll be gone
Again in the morning.

Only a Finger

I'm not nothing but a finger,
I'm-a pointing to your feet.
My Mama told me to breathe,
But I ain't got no lungs, no teeth.

So I just sit bending,
And I wonder could you please,
Trade with me a knuckle,
For a pair of them feets?

I can't leave my body,
Not that I ain't tried,
But them doctors said I'd Grow
Like a Flower, and I ain't once cried.

So I'm always gonna keep
My new feets in some dirt,
And stay in the sun,
Until my knuckle skin hurt.

Car in the Water (The Style Triplet)

There's a car in the water.
And he's in it,
I was going to call out,
But I didn't,

But the rain will keep falling,
It just goes the other way.
And I keep on succumbing,
To the sweetest delay.

We'll wait in the bar,
If you're buying, I'll buy,
We'll call in his car,
While the rain hits the sky.



Okay, so maybe it's not a style triplet, since verse two and three are really bordering on eachother in style.

Whatever. I tried =) Thanks to Dave for his help with the arrangement of Verse Three.