17th Street

We are the soil becoming dust We are the chrome becoming rust We are the ones you’re standing on We are the floor you dance upon We are the wheels We are the rails We are the wires We are the nails We are the game We are the loss We hang upon A double cross

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Seventeenth Street Ruthless! Ruthless! Look through the window no one is there No one is watching and nobody cares All of your wishes and all of your prayers Dead in the letters down on the stairs Dreaming in the counting house Watching the price per ounce Dreaming in the counting house Watching the dead cats bounce Seventeenth Street Ruthless! Ruthless! In chapter seven surrounded by thieves A thousand cuts later by chapter thirteen There is a place for you somewhere they say Down on the sidewalk or far far away predator, I am game Citizen is my name Haunting a shadow house Watching the dead cats pounce Seventeenth Street Ruthless! Ruthless!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Far from the ridges and rivers we crossed So in our wandering we're lost Far from the shores, the mountains and hills Nothing but dust moving still Try to forget the leaves and the shade Focus instead on the time we made Now the horizon is nothing but sand So we have reached the deserted land But the grain is so fine In your teeth in your time But the grain is precise In your veins, in your eyes Nought but the sand and the night-fallen stars Only the cold desert moon Sound of your voice is so shocking and strange Suddenly so out of tune Oh how the sound of our hearts beating down The gusting and howling will drown There is no shade but the shadow of you Lost in the dust of the dunes But the grain is so fine In your teeth in your time But the grain is so nice In the veins of your eyes But the grain in the breeze Is like fire in the trees But the grain is precise In the veins of your eyes

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Chairs were mahogany crystal was set Finest of victuals wealth can beget Table and Chairmen were gathered around Portraits of patriarchs glowering down Staring.... Heads of the families save one that was missed 20-ton specter was not on the list Freshly cut flowers and straw in the breeze Obvious octopus nobody sees Staring... And as the Chairman Appears at the door The specter is elsewhere The 31st floor An obstacle course Of the finest decor One ear to the bell One eye on the door Staring... Racing his thoughts and fighting the tape Pacing the cell as his fate takes the shape Of a 20-ton specter who's not on the list Too big to fall too bad to be missed just Staring...

Seems as though the PTA has finally conquered Rome They're gonna charge admission and enclose it in a dome Now it's just a theme park and the rides are over-priced Maybe you can run the one that used to be your life TICs and refugees are scattered far and wide And many tales are told about the day The City died Painted ladies faint before the speculator's eye The gravy boat will always float until the bay runs dry and everybody sighed and gets all misty eyed about the day the city died This one's called I'm moving to Oakland This one's called I'm moving to Portland This one's called I'm moving to Brooklyn now Prospectors and pushers still conspire to subdivide And many tales are told about the day The City died Skinny dips on crystal ships sail through the Golden Gate I left my heart in a shopping cart at the bottom of the Bay and everybody sighed and gets all misty eyed about the day the city died This one’s called I’m getting addicted This one’s called I’m getting evicted This one’s called another one moving away This one's called I’m moving to Austin This one's called I'm moving to London This one's called somewhere in L.A. This one’s called I’m moving to Boston This one’s called I’m moving to Berlin This one’s called I’m off to Savannah, GA This one’s called I’m moving to Glasgow This one’s called I’m moving to Moscow This one’s called I’m moving to Detroit today

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Someone call the water It’s freezing up the spokes Like any deal or device It worked until it broke Whistle past the graveyard Where the river runs uphill Let us juice the roundheels No ink is gonna spill Your insiders - Newborn spiders Starve the sentry - Clear re-entry Thoroughbreds who should be dead Run faster ‘round the track All the swans down at the pond Are turning turning black Crumpled up and sodden Receipts upon the floor Trodden on and trampled in The stampede to the door Dance between the raindrops And cue the violins All the river-boaters know The killer always wins

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

And in Winter she cried December tears And in Summer she cried August tears And in Autumn she cried November tears And in Springtime she cried April tears On the fat of the land The sacred calf, the fatted lamb Cry Cassandra, while you can The salted earth, a grain of sand These salty eyes don’t understand Soon there won’t be time to cry Buried up to her film-projector eyes And in Winter she cried December tears And in Summer she cried August tears And in Autumn she cried November tears And in Springtime she cried April tears But now she hasn’t any tears to spare So she doesn’t cry at all Sing Cassandra, all night long now she knows what eyes are for now she knows what tears are for now she knows that summers gone now she’ll squander tears no more Cry Cassandra all night long

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Wednesday and the wolves are at the door Goldilocks is dizzy smelling war Beyond the bitter end Nothing left to send From on high the chamber can observe Scale of the sentence to be served Balance of your life Spend it catching knives Wednesday is grey again Can you remember when she smiled When will she smile again? When the till is nil you'll take the store When the lake runs dry you'll take the shore Yes you taught us well See you all in hell Grey Wednesday cloudy skies When the horizon lies in bed Can't face another day Grey Wednesday walks away No love to send today she said and then she faded away

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Shanks’ mare, threadbare Saturnine pace Never quite there What is this place? Where did you wake up? Going Somewhere? Picking a path through a ruined estate Where did you end up? Going Somewhere? Wandering through a forsaken domain There was a door, but not anymore my friend Now there is only a road we take to the end Before this wreck Will sail again There was a chance, a circumstance left to defend Now there is only a road We take to the end Until this wreck Can sail again Things once so plain Now seem so out of place Transformed landscape Trail of those displaced This wreck will sail again Going somewhere, going somewhere

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025