Marculations

A sullen figure walks along a dusty road,
His life was holy and he couldn’t bear the load,
He left his people and simple life behind,
He raised his torso and looked into the sky,
Shouting his questions, looking for directions,
What do I do now?

Now a confused schoolgirl stares at the t.v. tray,
The stresses of maturing compound every day,
She glances up to see her favorite video,
And gets ideas from madonna’s nasty clothes,
In need of affection, she craves a direction,
Her heroes offer her,

Everyone’s looking for something,
And they assume somebody else knows what it is,
No one can live without the decisions of their own,
It seems so they look to someone else,
To tell them what to do,
Tell’em what to wear,
Tell’em what to say,
Tell’em how to act and think
And compel others compulsively
Until the world is all like them

A righteous student came and asked me to reflect,
He judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect,
I don’t believe in self important folks who preach,
No bad religion song can make your life complete,
Prepare for rejection,
You’ll get no direction from me,
You’ll get no direction from me

No Direction
Bad Religion
Generator

Something’s familiar to me
They don’t have to know

Swift and contained and caught up in life so you never can land
Your genius/beauty it hits me like dirt in the face and you can’t understand
All I have ever wanted was just to be able to stand on my own

You save all your problems for me, they don’t have to know
We can hide in the hilltops and graves, they don’t have to know
You come here on your own with cancers and perfume
And five o’clock in the afternoon is heaven and endless

Cursed and betrayed and forced to be strong on these hard iron wings
Wizards and scientists left on their own shouldn’t play with these things
Now we are running away and who knows what the future will bring, on our own
We are left to survive on our own.

And the mausoleums perched so high above the city can be fun in the right amount of sun
And a certain amount of technology has pricked your curiosity
And a certain amount of persecution has curiously invaded your mind
And I tried to be the hero but I screwed it all up in the end
And now we’re in the midst of this whole great global war
When five o’clock in the afternoon is heaven and endless

They won’t come here for me
I covered up everything so carefully
They got exactly what they deserved
All I get is this guilt

I have sacrificed everything and now I am cursed by these iron wings
But at least I am not alone
While I watch the city burn below

Something’s familiar to me
They don’t have to know

Heaven and Endless
Jupiter Sunrise
Under a Killer Blue Sky

We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I’ll have to do
Discover me
Discovering you

One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue

And if you want love
We’ll make it
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break ‘em
This is bound to be awhile

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I’ll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland

Something ’bout the way your hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I’ll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it

You want love?
We’ll make it
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break ‘em
This is bound to be a while

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I’ll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland

Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you’re mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I’ll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland

Your Body is a Wonderland
John Mayer
Room For Squares