Bugolgi Apparatus

  Midnight Buys Me   Could somebody stop me   before it’s too late   would you walk with me   to my fate   I’ve been drop-shipped   too much of late   I’d just like to face   what I’m dealing with   I’ve tapped out   everyone I know   I don’t blame you   treating me as a ghost   got one last chance   to get it under control   before I’ve spent   the whole rent on my soul   I don’t even know   who’s dictating this   all I can tell ya   is she’s beyond pissed   this is my one last   desperate wish   bring it to an end   and forget the debt

  Stoned in the Park   there’s nothing more to do   than put sun   on our face   on this beautiful day   as the world slowly turns   I didn’t turn   on the news   or even get dressed I call out sick from work   close your computer we meet at the park saluting the commuters   you brought something   to cheer me up and I’ve got   something for you   we then   take a walk   as if the world was brand new   stoned in the park with you a child with a balloon lovers neck and neck   joggers chased by a squirrel   stoned in the park what we need to do to feel something like love in a form we forgot how to use you’ve got wine   I’ve brought cheese   minds start to spin as we look at the trees   follow the clouds ’til it starts to rain recording everything to remember Monday   stoned in the park what an obvious thing to do sun and breeze float anxieties   around the world

 Prices If you’re lucky  you hit the three-sixty  full tour back  from where you came  many only get  one-eighty regretful  bitter dies  their name  some only do two-twenty  turning it around  a little too late  with you  I’m a constant ninety forever   wagging my tail  every day with you  is no gamble  playing that  numbers game

  In the dark   our eyes adjust   the light’s gone out   the spark’s just a part   of our imagination   with this black   we stand out   what was taken as fact   has become a doubt   and we hold ourselves   as if we were someone else   as if we could tell   what the point of this was   we practice an end   again and again   doesn’t lessen the shock   we hope it’s just   the start   of   something   else  

  Potential Always keep some potential ahead of you you never know when it might run out I’ve known too many people who’ve peaked at thirteen that’s a long skidmark I start over every morning sometimes I don’t start jumpstarted by a key attached to an alarm clock I nibble on that potential in moments on the job that stare often takes me unaware lost for hours I’d suck on your potential I’d piss on your regrets or we could keep it in the air for a number of years