The riders on the tube will hide cocaine in their shell toes

[Soda]

Here's
To inhaling crushed bones
through a dried up
white out pen
and riding the backwards racer
in hot June rain
in a matching blue and gold
plastic bag / poncho / raincoat.

It's a wooden coaster
with a medium hill height mean,
high hill to flat ground ratio
you know I'd sell my shingles
for a thimble dip of snow.
Back then I'd've sold my single
for a fingertip of glow.

And us in navy blue hoodies
and khakis, as was the style that year.

In London,
where the sirens yelp
like a helpless dog
with its paw stepped on,
and the rain comes down in late July
and the record labels call you Why?
and your eyes are slits in bags of fat
and your eyes are piss holes in the snow

I swear,
The riders on the tube
tie razors to their elbows,
The riders on the tube
keep cold coal in their billfolds,
The riders on the tube
will hide cocaine in their shell toes,
and yes yes yes man
they'll novocaine their hello's
Till the constables got pit bulls
with their paw bones all stepped on
Till the constables got pit bulls
With crushed bones up their nose holes

And us in fish net hat
and canvas shoes, as was the style that year

EDIT:
I apologize for this thread.

[AWOL]

Hey man, don't appoligize, I thought that was great! It's awesome that this site has forums for more than just drugs. I mean we're more than just junkies and users. We're people. Thanks for keepin it real Soda!

[Levity]

Beautiful.

I'd love to read more if you have it.

[nick]

never apologise for trying to create Art,man.

[Soda]

"heron king blues - califone" http://www.dogpile.com/info.dogpl/clickit/search?r_aid=71E59645702349F9A3D5057A7AC68CD0&r_eop=2&r_sacop=1&r_spf=0&r_cop=main-title&r_snpp=1&r_spp=0&qqn=UJ%3DSf933&r_coid=372669&rawto=http://64.27.65.90:8080/ramgen/othermusic/califone.rm
a muddy mixture with an abrupt end

"califone - pastry sharp" http://lablogo.free.fr/Dumez/JLEWIS/Califone-PastrySharp.mp3

"PB&J - young folks" http://downloads.pitchforkmedia.com/Peter%20Bjorn%20and%20John%20-%20Young%20Folks.mp3

"the hold steady - chips ahoy" http://downloads.pitchforkmedia.com/Hold%20Steady%20-%20Chips%20Ahoy.mp3

last but not least http://www.dragcity.com/bands/bonnie.html

[Soda]

shoot me in the back, stab me in my sleep...

in small circles of ladies and gentlemen, you have perpetuated nonsense.
whatever you do, don't let your true colors spoil the painting.

shoot me in the back, stab me in my sleep, destroy me around a table,
my pen is the only part of me worth keeping.
forgive my intentions, learned more from any monster than any teacher,
so i sit naked with a rifle.
lie like a king, go get 'em cowboy...
success is a parasite, i hope you're happy.
your body is aching, your friends have gone away,
as you scrape to find meaning in the shadow of the living room.
just another center of the galaxy dying in a man-made lake,
this hologram paints points and breeds.
nobody ever said clearing weeds would be easy.
every time my garden is perfect it stops raining.
"don't ever think our integrity will be sapped by those decorated fleas hopping with gifts,
we want their rifles, their bullets, and nothing else."
when they kill michael moore, i'll make a (humorous) song about it.

this has been another commission to re-elect nixon.
i am to rap what christian is to indian;
enough about god...let's talk about what christian is to indian.
to be free, to go hungry, and love thy neighbor across artificial borders.
men, stop treating daughters like property.
everything is perfectly imbalanced thus creating a system.
people would prefer a perfect waste and a plastic face,
when we see them all in hell they'll all be feeding us grapes.
place ad here...you...and your opiates.
michael jackson saves his career selling off the beatles catalogue.
every inch of this planet a laissez-fair death trap,
culture is our greatest weapon, the empire broadens:
one of the many reasons i should stop recording.

the mind is empty, avoiding panic.
radio plays, big puppet take little puppet.
throw the man with the holes in his suit in the closet,
watch the blood settle.
to assert some sort of position,
in the end human decency patrols can retire.
find a piece of land to die on,
make love to a shovel. question the professionals, the world trembles;
killer toys gamble with lifeless flesh-eating mammals.
memorizing the preamble, history's lesions, chains and whips.
although there may be arsenic in reservoirs,
follow your path, walk on water, smile for the camera, hide thumbtacks in the pork chops.
too dumb not to forgive you for it.
you'll never leave dante's inferno,
as long as you're swinging the gavel.
hold on to that one split-second, watch things cheapen themselves...

it's just a self-inflicted wound to create more wounds, to create more wounds...

"don't ever think our integrity will be sapped by those decorated fleas hopping with gifts,
we want their rifles, their bullets, and nothing else."

[candyshop]

brilliant,reallreally brillant-seriously impressed

[flipside]

Soda that's quite a talent you have there for creating using the written word, I loved the garden reference. Profound.

[Soda]

I can't believe I wrote this.

[SpecialGuy69]

i just realized- you could make a kick ass book offa opy.



Riders on the tube= british?
hiding cocaine in their shell toes= literal?

i liked it soda- what was goin on when you wrote it?

[Soda]

I swear I don't know, man.
Maybe that's a lie.
I was first getting into opiates. It doesnt sound like much, but I guess it's like when you lose your virginity, you think you've found the answer to all of life's problems and you get a feeling like nothing can stop you.