Tytuł: Interior Lulu

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   As you lie there on your bed
  Beneath the face of Louise Brooks
  With your makeup and your teddybear
  And your CS Lewis books
  Bad seed
  You?re a bad seed
  You?re a decadent in chrysalis
  Waiting sleepily to emerge
  When you?ll visit every seedy need
  Of your random obsessive urge
  All the ruses that you use
  All the food that you refuse
  All the dust and tired air that feeds
  Interior Lulus
  All the poisoned attitudes
  And the lust for the unknown
  And the second best that devils use
  To make this world their own
  Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu
  Every rainy day by e-mail..
  (As you lie there on your bed)
  Another virtual page arrives..
  (There will be times when you remember me..)
  Of the chapters you?ll be writing..
  (As the voices echo in your head..)
  In the book called wasted lives..
  (As you read Henry and Anais...)
  All the lost weekends and booze
  All the finger-and-thumb screws
  All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise
  Interior Lulus
  Interior Lulu
  Interior Lulu
  Use the anger
  Paint a picture of it
  Throw the colours
  Use the pain.. Use the pain..
  Scream back a brand new emotion
  As it runs across the skin
  Fire across paper
  Burn and curl
  You thought you couldn?t feel like this
  But it?s happening again and you?re waking up in pain
  Tattooed in the private place
  Microsoft and tears
  Intimately pierced
  Discovering and remembering
  You felt like this somewhere before
  Stirrin up the bed of the river
  Somewhere you don?t like to go
  You wrote this down so many times
  But you get up anyway and you write it down again
  You?ve bored us all to death with this
  Who?re you gonna tell when you?ve nothing
  Nothing left to sell
  She says she?s lonely
  She says she knows me
  But she?s a one-way street
  (She told me what I already know)
  "If you can carry it out you can take it away
  If you can carry it out you can take it away
  If you can buy it
  It can be bought
  If you can buy it
  It can be stolen
  If you can break it
  it?s already broken"
  Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking
  So many empty conversations
  What a waste of lips
  Lately I can stand to stand on
  Primrose Hill
  Look down upon the city
  A heart ..pumping the roads
  In our racing stripes
  We rejoice at being "connected"
  Without touching
  Thank God for the internet
  We stare at our screens
  All our lives.
  What a waste of eyes.
  .till the electrical storm blows our fuses
  And we gaze,
  dumbfounded,
  at the rain
  All the trust and tired care
  Left to rust and go nowhere
  All this gold beneath my skin
  Sparklin? like sin somewhere within
  In so deep
  In so deep that
  I can?t sleep for these
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