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waiting on a box of mud
to bring you to your knees
trying to push without a shove
a handless glove in a tree
bring the hammer down i can't feel a thing
my wings are cracking and the telephone rings in my ear
softly say, "hey man, there's nobody here"
get a flashlight
make that duck you do
waiting on a box of mud
arms crossed impatiently
go out and paint the town
and scream what you feel
get a flashlight
make that duck you do
just for old times' sake
you be me i'll be you
rearing its head slow
chimera lingers
tingles in your toes
how could we be wooed
from such a brooding state?
circulation's on your doorstep
Sleeper's in the vcr
stoic cat upon your lampshade
certified in cpr
I've got two limbs for both of you
but one must suffice
I'd like to pull a Genghis Khan
but it wouldn't be right
circulation's on your doorstep
Sleeper's in the vcr
stoic cat upon your lampshade
certified in cpr
in vain I wish I was a surgeon
to part these entangled loves
never had so much white rain
accustomed to the desert plains
siamese count on me
to muddy up new history
come and go as you please
my house is your house and this key (unlocks everything)
when might the wave break?
when can I come up?
how to escapist endeavors engage?
and when the wave breaks
and the sun's up
I'll gasp like a fish on the opposite page
I'd be your dog if you'd have me
walk me round the block
I can see I'm barking up the wrong tree
just can't make it stop
I'd be your boy if you take me home
take me to your bed
spin me like a meter on and on and on
jumbled up my head
been digging this hole for many years
gotta tune my ears to a different frequency
I stopped believing in
the weight of the world
it's a recurring dream unrequited
surely deserve it for the ant that I've been uninvited
an accident on the scene
I'll be your nothing now forever bored
staring at the clock
waiting for my exit scene to leave the floor
I'm a writer not a rock
the love of the world is an irrelevant thing
we're pretending
impermanence of our thoughts and our dreams
rings ascending
weight of the world
is a recurring dream unrequited
surely deserve it for the ant that I've been uninvited
this happened once before
to a little me wearing neon jeans
it's too potent to ignore
this place of youthfulness and green machinery
head down speeding fast through the roller rink
in a brown paper sack I got a flea market link
you were never my baby just a fourth rate love affair
you were never my baby just a fourth grade love affair
proclamation maybe
me rotten apple to the core
knock em down and stop their hearts before they hit the floor
no I'll never make my bed and lay in it
truth and lies and love and hate are only in your pretty head
in your fat head
in your stubborn head
in your dreamer's head
you were never my baby just a fourth grade love affair
you were never my baby just a fourth rate love affair
proclamation maybe
wheelies in wheelchairs
hardwood floor scuffed
we own the moves
if kind hands and holder bring the buzz minus abuse
air sucking boulders
rolling down clenched molars
can a pacifist make love
to a fisticuffs struck dumb
and still remain with his cause?
outside warm in the whiskey sun
leading the troops
spotted broken fools with bleeding hearts
crying, "martyr martyr souls on fire"
Joan of Arc is rolling over I'm sure
guess it comes natural to some
takes a pity gallon to make them down
guess it comes natural to some
takes a pity gallon to make them come
can a pacifist make love
to a fisticuffs struck dumb
and still remain with his cause?
could you stop that screaming?
it's just that ears are steaming hot
it's not the passion I mind
I can't tell you why
or how or where or if the weather's fair
cause I'm a regal son
I'm so fake noir
from the mouths of babes comes a deep black tar
from my inverted projectors
you can see that I'm not this man's protector
we're just killing time
with the governor's strange conjecture
drinking his wine
eating bakeries' sweet confections
in the fields of gold
where the whistling blows
a bed of onyx foam and a paper hat float
I wear many hats
I can't draw the line
my point is not fine
I got a ticket
I gotta go
to a one man show
white picket fences and a lackluster roll call
here but I'm not into it
free of biting mighty wit
change the players
change the man
of many faces
furrowed brows descending
wasted on the crowd
it's best to leave before the arms produce a toss
you're all vaudeville
you're all tapped out
pending erasure with your countenance so stout
you're hear but you're not into it
void of real experience
put on layers
change the plan
of many faces
furrowed brows descending
wasted on the crowd
it's best to leave before the arms produce a toss
dinosaur of entertainment
you're just a dinosaur of entertainment
happiness careening down your brow
speak easy
simply view the rusty hue
of breezy reeds decked out in dew
a simple standard to undo
given a chance to see yourself quantified
are you qualified
do you measure up
shall we blink?
snowflakes falling
it's a ticker tape parade
you're the one they're celebrating
you're the one anticipated face
the consummate king
bearer divine grace
if it's too hot in the kitchen
get out of the state
shoot me an adage
flick of the wrist of savior's cape
given a chance to see yourself quantified
are you qualified
do you measure up
shall we blink?
has the revolution brought you to your knees?
the sun
it shines
on you
if only brief
its radiance rings true
not all the darkness swept away
not all the weight is taken
but the day remains
as does the fact
the reaction is up to you
I can attest
half empty
full on is the fool
soothe me
my moon in hand darling
bring me to heel
my hot gut is reeling
let it slide
let me bide
let it slide
sweet goddess let me bide my time
i never asked for your light
just don't hit me when i'm down in the brights
the sun
it shines
on you
if only brief
its radiance rings true
not all the darkness swept away
not all the weight is taken
but the day remains
not another day
in this feral place
i wanna go to the east side
brighten my face
take my ass away
from this flat indulgent plane
there's got to be another way to make a funny face
there's got to be a better way to make a funny face
hyperbole is just a place i go
a phalange on my totem pole
bears are back and broke in june
in walks a dog with a man tattoo
i must say i'm a little confused
what you doing just hanging in the street
i'm a sloth who'd you think you'd meet
john titor in the southern heat
everyone i've met has a spark
a grizzly bear in their wild rampant heart
a frantic rabbit that's running
running through the dark
i'm a deer that ain't been shot yet
i'm running clear through my disappearing forest
infinity is not for the best
i get the drift that i might be off
i seen a look and i heard a cough
there's no animal that could make me stop
gimme i
need it i
finicky i
need it want it no i don’t
i can’t remember what i owe the world
when there’s an air-conditioned jacket
here use my license i don’t care
have a drink have five while you’re there
relax in your apartment
imagine maid service talk shit
sing a song to yourself
about how much you love your fingers
what kind of person names a neighborhood plantation
kick all the bigots involved in organization
i’ll have a smoke and be on my way
through the heart of suburbia a flaccid day
with shoes well-worn follow these steps
into oblivion
i miss your face your fists your shape
but stay away from forlorn
go where the sun is shining
free from chains of binding
the powers that be are no more
last friday your birthday i saw you were walking
little stone carvings my friends and i were talking about
some kind of peace from the ether I felt in a dream
it was neither naïve nor completely blown steam
i’ve seen the sun melt the night sky
i’ve seen the deluge fall on the mightiest of mighty
i ain’t seen no almighty
i’ve seen the caps turn into lower case
i’ve seen a polar bear with sad face
loungin’ on the beach
he ain’t seen no almighty
heat bombs fall on you
making you old news
simple ways simple crimes
simple people in a similar time
a simple song so soothe and croon
a miner’s tune left beneath the moon
convincingly simple people with simple eyes
when thought out loud composed surprise
there will be no merit without first a doubt
no room to build when you’re sold out and proud
old lady left me today
it's been 8 years
3 months and 7 days
and i ain't got nothing to say
except this smile been wiped off my face
said to leave her alone
you better take your shit
get out of my home
(reading lots of important magazines)
drop drop drop
there's a leak in the block
just keep on abusing
buzzed page perusing
you're a book
i'm noting cliff's for the vault
knock knock knock
at the door it's a cop
no it's not
it's just some kid
but come and see what he did
there's a burning bush on the lawn
more cryptic things have been done
when twilight's sprung
shrug it off
adjust and cough
close the door
lightning bolt the lock
forget it
the dude's got shot
and we've got silver bullets to stop
any wolves that come in here
any rock man that comes near
low level lighting
fumbling
ash on the floor
stumble into the ward
nasty's treading hard above
keeping castle walls crumbling for fast love
playing more and more
(do do doobidy do)
baked salty skin
is my impression
of you in the ocean
an even lick from the sun
when did i go
come back to me
or please
let me be
i can see it in my dreams
i can feel it in my dreams
i can hear it in my dreams
i can taste those sultry beams
you scare me like dark water
getting hotter and hotter
harder to resist a dive
the tide is all i see
in ink blots and concrete
even though we've never been
you know you can now
i hope you sleep well tonight
hope you don't need it
hope you dream heavenly flight
hope you repeat it
i'll try not to wake you
with loose loving hands
i could never break your silky landscape
no chance
or cut all your strings
with my fiery demands again
hope you don't forget the good things
and make peace with the worst
hope we outlive this trifling
don't think the world's going to end first
give me peace like deep sleep
with loose loving hands
never break the sanctity of anything
with your plans
or cut anyone's strings
with your fiery demands again
these are my wishes
just to let up on the stiffness
this feeling's not over
dark feeling's not over
this feeling's not over
your hand on her shoulder
veil catching the tears
staring down at the mother's dead soldier
gave his life for combustion lover
lost his wife for a puppet government
by the time that everybody knows
it's too late because they started the show
this feeling's not healing
sick feeling's not healing
this feeling's not healing
she was only 14
they chose to rape
and play the role of the vikings
stuck inside of the killing machine
fucked our freedom now we'll never be clean
by the time that we've all learned to stick
in our boundaries
we're all stuck in the thicket
(jammin on the 1 baby)
Your eyes seek conclusion in all this confusion of mine
Though you and I both know it's only the warm glow of wine
That's got you to feeling this way, but I don't care,
I want you to stay and hold me
And tell me you'll be here to love me today
Children are dancin', the gamblers are chancin' their all
The window's accusing the door of abusing the wall
But who cares what the night watchmen say
The stage has been set for the play
Hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today
The moon's come and gone but a few stars hang on on to the sky
The wind's runnin' free but it ain't up to me ask why
The poets are demanding their pay
They've left me with nothin' to say
'cept hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today
Just hold me and tell me that you'll be here to love me today
this happened once before
to a little me wearing neon jeans
it's too potent to ignore
this place of youthfulness and green machinery
head down speeding fast through the roller rink
in a brown paper sack I got a flea market link
you were never my baby just a fourth grade love affair
you were never my baby just a fourth grade love affair
proclamation maybe
me rotten apple to the core
knock em down and stop their hearts before they hit the floor
no I'll never make my bed and lay in it
truth and lies and love and hate are only in your pretty head
in your fat head
in your stubborn head
in your dreamer's head
you were never my baby just a fourth grade love affair
you were never my baby just a fourth grade love affair
proclamation maybe
