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Paramedic.

by Andrew S Adams

bombs exploding noting the exact date and time
so i can place it on the paper on it's predetermined line
and i can turn all of the ashes into cigarettes i've smoked
but the moment that i make it i've forgotten what i wrote
start again, set up the scene and play it out
maybe when i try this time i'll find another way out
the door to this disaster always seems to be broken
it looks like the lock was jammed with words i've spoken
so i try to break the window while the flames advance
and i try to make a deal with the devil on the chance
that i won't see this through because i know that i won't
because i always burn it down with the letters in my notes
and you're standing on the sidewalk when the firetrucks arrive
i'm glad that one of us is going to make it out of this alive
in the time it took to find a book on how to rediscover
everything that you lost when you thought you lost a lover
i was slowly finding pieces of myself to put together
and put together all the things you never thought that i'd remember
the photographs have burned but my mem'ry's crystal pepsi
clear as a bell but they taste pretty nasty

where did they come from and where do i go
anyone got a cigarette there's writing to do
i'll write it on the air with the ash as my pen
and i'll do it again, i will do it again

so please let me make an accusation while i'm at it
like an addict when i'm acting like salvation's in the attic
statements retracted acting like they never even happened
so what's with all these questions i've been meaning to be asking?
i think you knew exactly every axe i'd find to swing
so you sharpened all the handles on the ones that i would bring
they slashed my hands so you could do a shuffle to my side
right there with the band-aid as an ambulance arrives
"no sir, sorry, there's no problem with this man
he's just a foolish boy with some toys he shouldn't have
and sometimes he takes the key unlocks the doors that cause the scars
but we're working on his issues tryin to find the root cause
let me tell ya right now, i got nothing to do with it
he was broken when i met him but i've tried to work through it
i think perhaps i've made some progress on his psyche and his songs
now it's to the point he doesn't fight me when i'm wrong
and more to the point, he understands i'm never wrong
so we're doing allright, paramedic move along.
Paramedic move along, Paramedic Move along."

where did they come from and where do i go
anyone got a cigarette there's writing to do
i'll write it on the air with the ash as my pen
and i'll do it again, i will do it again

i'll hit you hard with a fistfull of these razorblades
each one is a weapon and a word and a slave
to my mouth, i spit em out,
and they're reckless when they fly
so catch a couple and you're out
like a lightbulb broken up like a little bottle
hit the bottom so hard that you're covered in your problems
then we can talk, and maybe you'll see
that this molotov merry-go-round cocktail aint free
see, there's a match that hits a fuse,
that's attached to the rag on the horses shoes
attached to the bottle that you're now crawling into
smoke a last cigarette i bet it won't kill you
but the blast will
and i will board up the house
nothing inside will ever get out
and i'll never place another foot on anything inside
it's a castle that's a prison you can have it that's fine.

where did they come from and where do i go
anyone got a cigarette there's writing to do
i'll write it on the air with the ash as my pen
and i'll do it again, i will do it again

05/18/2007

Author's Note: It's a hip-hop song i'm working on. once i get it recorded to my liking, i'll let you listen and you can tell me what you think.

Posted on 05/18/2007
Copyright © 2022 Andrew S Adams

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