A song I'll never get to record
but I wrote it.
Visitor - Garbage
V1:
There's black bags and dishrags and moldy old clothes/
Take 'em to the curb, away they go/
To some other dimension, where no one can see/
I'm just taking out the garbage, don't worry 'bout me/
(Guitar break)
Couple bucks change in the sofa/
Salvage law says that they're mine/
Arrange em in stacks on the counter/
Next to the note that they'll find
Chorus 1:
And then you'll see my face on a screen/
Followed by an 'RIP'/
And only two comments:
'I knew her well'
(Beat)
'Or did we?'
V2:
Got some old photos taken with some old friends/
I'd prob'ly do anything to, see them again/
We'd hang out for the weekend and all play 'Catch-Up'/
With twice-heated coffee cooling off in our cups
(Guitar break)
Take em all out of their frames now/
Toss em to the crackling heat/
Got a few lamps and, other odds and ends/
To take back down to the street
Chorus 2:
And the next time you happen to see/
A handwritten sign that reads 'free'/
Don't you dare try to being me to mind
(Beat)
'N ask, 'is she?'
(Long break/guitar solo)
V3:
There's no prescription for happiness, trust me/
I've been, looking for a while/
No magic mixture or location I've found to, retain my smile/
Thus this conclusion I've brought myself/
Wouldn't wish this pain on, anybody else/
Now I'm clear to flee the scene/
My place is so pristine and clean/
Devoid of any garbage, except for me
Chorus 3:
Why can't you see how my life's killing me, fighting the long defeat/
Worn from all these lies and oceans that I've cried, trying to become complete/
I pray and I hope, before I gag and I choke, that everyone forgets about me/
Now, as I lay myself, to sleep//
thank you.