Stay

Stay
Words by Lily

Don’t tell me you love me
if it’ll make you run away
I’d rather not hear it
and have you stay

Stay with me

Just don’t give me love

Don’t tell me you love me
if it’ll make you run away
I’d rather not hear it
and have you stay

Make no sound

Just don’t give me love
Don’t give me love

Stay with me
Make no sound

Just don’t give me love
Don’t give me love
Just don’t give me love and turn back around
Just don’t give me love
Don’t give me love
Just don’t give me love and turn back around

Those Colored Jeeraphs

Seeing Them Go

Sometime past 7:30’ish, Saturday Night. 12th of September.     

     Out for another trip north on the 101 to SFO, go-go-go! Up through the familiar sights of freeway-side buildings, stable, ever stable, made ever more so by the years they’ve been (by these very eyes) seen stood. And I look and I sigh and I’m glad they are where they are, no matter how fast the chargers through decades go guzzling on the way past them to somewhere else. Signs have changed, made modern, the occasional boy-that’s-bright of LED displays, advertisements of products unknown in ‘92 or whenever when what was being sold didn’t have the polished sheen they have now. The IT’S-IT factory I look for. Always the IT’S-IT factory. Going north, on your right, LOOK! Small, but THERE. With signs plain, appropriate, freeway dust spackled on in--yes--a perfect finish. In all that, how little that, the goodness of that. What treat I adore to taste, and treasure to see ITS home! On the way to SFO.

Sordid Sights (Spectacle of Midway Lights)

Sordid Sights (Spectacle of Midway Lights)

How can you really win?
When the point of the game
Is to fool the mark
Give ‘em hope
But then the prizes are rubbish

It’s so easy to sin
When there’s so much to see
All that you want
Is it wrong?
They’re sometimes the same thing

There’s just so much
Oh please free me

From all these sordid sights
I see
and I see
It’s better to be blind
Can’t you see?
Sometimes
To better see what’s right
Take my eyes
It’s alright
Help me see what’s right
Take my eyes
Oh it’s fine

With the sun so bright
Glare of lights at night
A fire constant
Glazes your eyes
So much so, it dims your morals

The oh-so-pretty ones play
Plucking aches in the brain
A base instinct
Tickets to take
Standing welcome, but uneasy
                             
There’s just so much
Oh please free me

They’ll keep walking, all that lighting’s got me
To be damned is seeing
Please take it from me, give me release

Night City Jeeraphs

A Carousel Occasion

A Carousel Occasion

Look and you’ll see
Something’s got you questioning
Is it you, is it me?
That I might know and you know nothing?

She asked what do you know?
She asked what do you know?

What secret I keep
The very thing that makes me happy
Am I cheat?
A provocateur that keeps you spinning?

She asked what do you know?
She asked what do you know?

And when the carnival leaves will you then believe
I’m not as mad as you think?

She asked what do you know?
She asked what do you know?

      I said: You’re
                 wonderful,
                 wonderful,
                 wonderful

Jeeraphs - Uh Where?

When You Turn (Into a Zombie Girl)

When You Turn (Into a Zombie Girl)

So I saw this girl and she looked kinda funny
Sat upon the floor and was awfully still
On her face a smile but her eyes were muddy
See me I don't know oh I pondered this

When you turn into a zombie girl
It may sound absurd
But really it's the end of the world

God left you alone and now you're gone
The Devil knows you're dead but he doesn't want you
Here I came too late when I thought I wasn't
I liked you from afar, soooo far I'm late

When you turn into a zombie girl
It may sound absurd
But really it's the end of the world



[NOTE: This is what happens when you leave the t.v. on Chiller. Came upon the thought on how funny it would be to smack a zombie lightly across the face with a fireplace poker. Then I intended to use it as a lyric. It didn't make it in, but from that came this small bit of amusement.]

Aarani Jeeraphs