Genius is not a generous thing
In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover
And it resents fame
With bitter vengeancePills and powdres only placate it awhile
Then it puts you in a place where the planet's poles reverse
Where the currents of electricity shiftYour Body becomes a magnet and pulls to it despair and rotten teeth,
Cheese whiz and gunsWhose triggers are shaped tenderly into a false lust
In timeless illusion2/
The guitar claws kept tightening, I guess on your heart stem.
The loops of feedback and distortion, threaded right thru
Lucifer's wisdom teeth, and never stopped their reverbrating
In your mindAnd from the stage
All the faces out front seemed so hungry
With an unbearably wholesome misunderstandingFrom where they sat, you seemed so far up there
High and live and divingAnd instead you were swamp crawling
Until you tasted the Earth's own blood
And chatted with the Buzzing-eyed insects that heroin breeds3/
You should have talked more with the monkey
He's always willing to negotiate
I'm still paying him off...
The greater the money and fame
The slower the Pendulum of fortune swingsYour will could have sped it up...
But you left that in a plane
Because it wouldn't pass customs and immigration4/
Here's synchronicity for you:Your music's tape was inside my walkman
When my best friend from summer camp
Called with the news about youI listened them...
It was all there!
Your music kept cutting deeper and deeper valleys of sound
Less and less light
Until you hit solid rockThe drill bit broke
and the valley became
A thin crevice, impassible in time,
As time itself stopped.And the walls became cages of brilliant notes
That's how diamonds are made
And that's WHERE it sometimes all collapses
Down in on you5/
Then I translated your muttered lyrics
And the phrases were curious:
Like "incognito libido"
And "Chalk Skin Bending"The words kept getting smaller and smaller
Separated from their music
Each letter spilled out into a cartridge
Which fit only in the barrel of a gun6/
And you shoved the barrel in as far as possible
Because that's where the pain came from
That's where the demons were diggingThe world outside was blank
Its every cause was just a continuation
Of another unsolved effect7/
Didn't the thought that you would never write another song
Another feverish line or riff
Make you think twice?
That's what I don't understand
Because it's kept me alive, above any wounds8/
If only you hadn't swallowed yourself into a coma in Roma...
You could have gone to Florence
And looked into the eyes of Bellinni or Rafael's PortraitsPerhaps inside them
You could have found a threshold back to beauty's arms
Where it all began...No matter that you felt betrayed by herThat is always the cost
As Frank said,
Of a young artist's remorseless passionWhich starts out as a kiss
And follows like a curse
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