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qixote – february 22nd, 2005 lyrics

[verse 1]
tell me another lie. i don’t want to trust you
tell me you don’t know why. i know you truly do
turn your phone when i look. “it’s nothing” you convince
i just bite down on hooks. “i love him,” on on your lips
sick of being fish, let me be fisherman
curiosity couldn’t k!ll me ‘cause i’m a businessman
furiosity finally found me fried in the dripping pan
luminosity of your fingertips; now i’m in your hands
when will i stop actin’ new?
i met you on a monday and split your lips open by tues
day. they told me “don’t escalate too fast. you spent the last two
years in committed relationship. don’t you hate this sh-t?
don’t you wait for the day you won’t ail your aching d-ck?
take a hit, hypocrite. grit your teeth and make magic.”

[verse]
some mornings, i wake up and point at the sky and say, “look at that chalkboard.”
mornings like today, i kiss my wife goodbye and tell my boys that they’re my loves
my ironed uniform has veteran pins that glisten in the sun as i open the car door
i toss my suitcase in the back seat, sit in the driver’s seat; i fit like a glove
i grab a c-ssette tape—the usual’s fine: j-panese women with voices like slime
my fingers tap the peeling steering wheel as the trees p-ss me by and i remember my lines
i drive through the red tape across the divide; the highway conveys me like food in a line
my toes wiggle in the feet-heated socks of a man whose heart’s shriveled like pork in a rind
at the airport, i see a woman with divine -ss
i smile at her and she smiles back (teeth white as the bellies of sea b-ss)
suddenly i remember that i forgot my condoms in my dresser drawer
suddenly she’s in first cl-ss and i’m pouring her cognac and she’s asking for more
more more i know better, but how can i tell her no? i’m my own debtor
how can i tell her no? my head is not severed
how can i tell her i save no’s for me?
v doesn’t stand for vendetta, it stands for vindictive;
for self-validation through vandalism of the spirit
for very sorry baby; won’t you still vie for me?

[hook (sophia)]
sure, you’ve got a wife and two kids, but don’t you wanna be with me?
i promise it’ll take but a few minutes; you won’t notice the debris
at least not initially. this was meant to be. sweet pea, can’t you see?
don’t apologize, apogee is where your heart is free
it’s the bark; you’re tree.you bark; you’re leashed
embark with me. let’s mark our pleas
hit targets in darkened hotel rooms or apartment balconies
you’ve done your part. now, we must part
kiss me before i leave

[verse 2]
some evenings, i step out and point at the sky and say, “look at those chalkmarks.”
evenings like tonight i sit alone at the hotel bar and sip on a beer
out of uniform (wedding ring off) and into a chain with a cross on it
i watch the golden-thighed women watch me watching them using only my ears
i talk to the woman with gold in her hair. i ask her her name although none of me cares
i ask her all about herself; tell her nothing about my boys back home in their underwear
i laugh and reject the trip back to her lair. i order another drink for us to share
i take the rejection back and say i’d like to see her room just to see the city from there
here the moon is a corpse and the ocean’s never sober;
balcony railing’s beneath my fingernails
her breath’s on my shoulder like a parrot’s claws
and her hand’s moving closer to my johnny cottons
the sliding door’s closed so i pull it open and toss her onto cloud-colored linen
my brain’s bulging like a caged bird but the gate key is made of liquor
my heart tells me no but my head tells me yes so i part her blouse
where the cloth meets her chest
my heart doesn’t know that my head is just flesh so i start to douse
where her jay keeps its nest
v doesn’t stand for vendetta, it stands for vindictive;
for self-validation through vandalism of the spirit
for very sorry, baby; won’t you still pet on my crest?

- qixote lyrics

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