Harrison Street

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by: Jonathan Aronson
uploaded: 02/15/2015
notes:
Look around what do your see? A teen aged welcoming committee What is real to you, to me What does it mean? What do they see? When you go down and see them folks You try to drive into their yolks You like to tell them lots of jokes Down there on Harrison Street (on Harrison Street) What is real to you, to me What does it mean? What do they see? Is it the same, the same as me? On Harrison Street (on Harrison Street) Empty headed empty minds The new wave looking daily grind I can't see yellow orange rind Or maybe Florence, new Vogue kind I think I know, you want don't show The thoughts you drink the juice you drink I'll scream outside to draw them near The laugh the fear the fear the fear On Harrison Street (Harrison Street) Deep fry your potato in my ear To come apart year after year To seek tranquility in my fear To run and hide year after year Beat me out of me, animosity Treat me out of me, oh lobotomy Run away and come again I'll counter in my reign and then Got control of you once again You've got control of me again and running hiding in your fear You go down there to drink some beer and look out for for the folks you meet On Harrison Street (Harrison Street) Harrison Street (Harrison Street) Her day begins her nerves of steel like molten lava shattered she feels like mercury and then she sweats she takes her shower to look her best She grabs her books and decides to walk but halfway there she feels a balk Walking wasn't such a good idea Just too much time to think about the day Look out when you go down here Look out just to get some beer Look out for the people that you meet On Harrison Street (Harrison Street) I see her around she talks to me Yeah she's got personality I met her on the corner three Where she first spoke to me See her with her friends, she stands out there stands out to me She's only eighteen, she's packing heat Harrison Street On Harrison street (Harrison street) On Harrison Street (Harrison Street) I am wood, I'm a tree, I am food, Look at me Furniture, I am art, I am shelter, cut a fart I am fuel I am strong versatile, right and wrong I am weapons, I am tools, I am I am toys, I am fools I am protection and support, durable behind the fort I'm a tree yeah I am wood cut down abused Look out for the people you meet on When you go down to Harrison Street My lungs are flooded take weight like bags My eyes are itchy and I taste the raw stench, foul smell of death It's yucky, Icky, phooey! Go away tired, drained and illness wont vanish I drink elixirs to make, vanish me sleep and take horse pills to quell my fear drink some beer On Harrison Street Placebos to kill already dead infections in my ear And I'm dizzy and delirious in my over populated head What once contained thousands of simultaneous thoughts Now has one giant ring Whining in my space I'm cared for by everything, my friends I cant figure out what exactly it is the doctor is saying or what he is listening for when he says "It doesn't sound like pneumonia" Full moon fever I say. Full moon a tragic day As a stranger takes a bullet in the leg outside my door on Harrison Street Harrison Street (Harrison Street) Look around what do your see? A teen aged welcoming committee What is real to you, to me, What does it mean? What do they see? Do we hear the same sounds? Do we see the same colors? Do we taste the same flavors ? Do we feel the same emotions? Do we smell the same aromas? Do we dream the same dreams? What does it mean? I cant see my feet! It's dark outside above Harrison Street Harrison Street (Harrison Street) Harrison Street (Harrison Street) Harrison Street (Harrison Street) I can't hear! I can't feel the cocaine anymore! Harrison Street (Harrison Street) Harrison Street (Harrison Street) Harrison Street (Harrison Street)  
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Harrison Street
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