THE PERPETUAL MOTION MACHINE


With no end, I’ve got no clue where to begin
This isn’t therapy, it’s a binge
I’ve got a sheet of paper that looks like Michael J. Fox wrote on it
Different lines intertwined with the dope wattage
Devoted flow-got it….the ink’s a mess of black entrails
The less I think, the track is nailed
Hours pass and my wrist begins to cramp painful
But I still can’t refrain from writing by the page, full
A fatal dose of dopamine flooded in my bloodstream
Ideas are left behind when I’ve crushed them in a hushed dream
The only sound made is the never ending beat
I got it on repeat, hope my neighbors don’t complain and seek
The police to stop this, holding me hostage
It’s been so many years since I felt alive, watches
Don’t mean a thing, a band of white on my farmer tan
Left stays light…my right writes the heart of San


Verse one’s done, it’s time to turn the leaf to page 2
Ladies shake what your surgeon gave you
Guys pose at the bar with your drink and nurse that
And watch tonight’s rapper sweat his grey shirt black
don’t give him dap, don’t even clap, act unimpressed
chicks dig that, even the fat one with breasts
Think I’m lying, try it…you’ll get Carnie in heartbeat
Wilson parties with the barkeep says you’re gnarly
Smarmy varmints showing up to get some ass here
Unlike the live cats up front that act weird
You’ll find me there shouting along to the song
Waving my arm like a 6’4” fool with a gong
Gone beyond caring about appearances, I’m here to have fun
Got no patience for the cats trying to act dumb
Ruin the scene for everyone for a chance at rep
Give up your ice grill, go work on some dance steps


No amphetamines I bled a dream with grand measures
feeling the energy given to me by ancestors
Thoughts span letters, hoping to make fans pleased
Third line down, it’s time to get it back to Amp Lee
I’m making the splendid splinter cry a cryogenic dialect of hits
There’s nothing like the call of a pen, pariah sick
And I admit an iron stomach with a matching constitution
Taking a breath, I got the bomb solution
Convoluted , but come and join me on the journey
Maybe hazy Freudian and wordy, poisoning attorneys
Boise up to Jersey worth avoiding plus disturbing, busting a verse right here
Right now, scorch your eyebrows,
I fear my proud, dead father’s ghost…and I behave so the chill never gets close
Memories enough to last a lifetime plus some
I’m killing time with pen and paper ‘til the bus comes



S. Bryden for Slingvoltage (ASCAP)