some creeps come up and solict me, then they try to trick me with their promises of paradise and they wave their arms out on the streets, kickin' up the heat and yet they don't even know the word why i don't need no prophet, babe, so don't spool me nobody's lines, cause' all i really want from you is someone i can get behind some freaks, they been tryin' to cheat me, they try so hard and then they beat me like the world is just a game to win but they know i got something that they don't, and they're never going to until they decide to look in i don't need no criminal, and honey i don't need no king cause' all i really want from you is whatever you came to bring some fools, they come up and salute me, ask me how i'm doing while they use me for their own ends and watch, while other people shoot me, i thank god above me, cause' i wouldn't want to be them i don't need no loverboy, and i certainly don't need no friend so all i really want from you is somebody who don't pretend now some sheep, they don't even say a word (like some broken bird pluckin' their feathers inside of a cage) and speak, only when they're spoken to, and try not to show it, but it's writ' in the lines of their face i don't need no joker babe, and i don't need no flyin' ace so all i really want from you is someone who can play it straight some dreams, they appear just to fool me, try to seduce me underneath the shelter of my sheets and hook me onto my fears, and wanton veneers, like i got nowhere else i could be i don't need no universe, and honey i don't need no stars so all i really want from you is whatever... you really are

(and this one's for the alamo:) i am a happy solitary person kicking up rocks, biding my time when out of the blue, and dressed in white, she appears inviting me to fly a kite, and i say alright now we are a happy solitary people trying to fly said kite and watching it dive every time see i hold the reel while she pulls the string, runs through the field, lets go and it goes sputtering but i blame it on the wind and smile and afterwards we walk around the park, not after dark and sit a while and we talk a lot, we talk until our throats are filled with rock and i think how nice it is to understand somebody else's lack of understanding and in my head i sing i wanna hold you but i won't, cause i don't it's o.k, we'll be just fine, i hope so later at the show, i hear das pausenbrot is playing and out from behind, a hand wraps around my shoulder she kisses me for a first and final time, but like the kite it doesn't fly i blame it on the wind and wonder why then like a cheesy 80's summer movie, she has to drive oh so far away it's like someone chopped off my hands, and clawed out her eyes took our story of 5,004 replies and turned it into just "hello, goodbye" hello goodbye a year goes by, and so my life does too and in a cruel twist of fate i find she's back again in blue... but she don't have eyes and i still don't have hands so i am still a happy solitary person, kicking up rocks, biding my time, while she heads straight off and punches the clocks and despite my lazy daydreams, i couldn't see it any other way still i blame it on the wind and i say, well i can see she's got another hand around another shoulder is she putting on a show... or just throwing knives? well i'll cut to the chase i can't say a word, it just feels like the end of 1984 i don't know you anymore i wanna hold you but i can't, because i never did but it's o.k, i'll be just fine oh, whatever and though i shan't complain about the rain, our cloud burst and in the final hour she and i grow flowers within the grasp i realize this half embrace could be the last unless we meet again beyond the sky so i blame it on the wind i blame it on the wind and sigh

your love is a scream, violent and greedy as you ever were but when i wake from the basement, i am emptied and filled with grief cause' leaving you inside my head feels like you're dead in the morning i just wanna keep you alive with love inside me at all times well oddly, i've been seeing your face in every mirror but honey it gets much weirder, everyone's mistaking me for you too dear so i peel off your skin and grin to see there's nothing inside of me your love keeps me glued to the screen though i know it's a scene i just can't believe it's not true your love is a dream you know the stars have no need for blinking your love is a dream and you're everything to me let's dance once more before sentient pets fry us to bits your love is a maze on a freeway without an exit still your love is a-maze-ing, you're the tail tip to my snake and i've checked every edge and face to find a trace of you watching me but your love is the empty space i can't erase, you're nowhere and everywhere i see your love is a dream in the morning i will be fast asleep your love is a dream and you're everything to me

why would i strike you like a match when you've always been my favorite catch? why would i spread you like a flame when you've burned too many people than can be named? yesterday i set you free, but today you waltz in misery you wondered why you couldn't see your shadow walking next to me and you asked me, "are we up in the sky?" and i told you it's the noon of night why would i skip you like a stone if i know we're just going to end up at the bottom of a river all alone? why would i write you like a poem when i can't even speak to you in prose? i made you a real boy, but you turned yourself back into a toy you lost your jaw, you couldn't stand without some actor's trembling hand and you ask me if i cut your string??? i told you boy there's no such thing why would i hold you like a lover of mine when you know there're only shadows in the sky? and why would i kiss you like your mother? i think we'd both agree you don't need another you never trust an honest vein, you just bash your head before the gate, and at the door you drop the key, well you're almost there just bend your knees don't ask me how you got this far i'll just tell you it's the month of march