Nameless, Formless
How can I see when I am blind? How can I feel when I’m numb? How can I grasp the flow of time, when boredom has cut off my thumbs? Who in this world could ever reach a castle built in the air? And who in this world could ever teach a lesson that people were never meant to hear?
So let us embrace the porcupine. Let us stare at the sun. Let me laugh at this pain of mine - untangle this web I’ve spun. Take this tattered coat from me, and do with it what you dare. Mend it or cast it to the sea, either way it’s too small for me to wear.
An ancient city on the moon was full of lunatics who built their houses out of spoons, ‘cause they were short on sticks. An ancient object rules the night and hovers on wisps of air. It tells us that there’s no wrong or right, and there never is a need for a needless care.
So why do I write this stupid song , and still continue to fight, when all my words will come out wrong no matter what I write? So, there, I’ve contradicted myself, and given the song away. What once might have been statuesque is now a nameless, formless hunk of clay. Back to Top
Whenever I Think of You
My love, I’m carving your sculpture out of all of the garbage I keep in the dump that’s my head, and so what if I’m writing these words now with the tears of the wasted moments I’ve spent without you. For, I’m killing caterpillars with the blunt end of a butterfly net, and I’m fishin’ for fish with some other small fish as my bait, and the cannibalistic nature of my sorrow becomes malnourished whenever I think of you.
I see the high roller coaster of amusement called love has one big empty seat beside me, so take hold so that you can let go of all the frustration of thinking you’ve failed some test. For, everyone knows that the only real measure of success lies in the size, brand, and color of your underwear. At least that’s what all of the magazine and T.V. ads tell me, whose models were arrested for cocaine just last year.
If you open your eyes to the morning that’s on the horizon, you’ll find a new day will emerge from the darkness that has been your prison. For, you know that the warden is none other than you, yourself. And the stars are just cigarette burns in the dark blanket of night, and the earth is just one of God’s many collectable ashtrays that he got on his trips to Hawaii, Tahiti, and Disneyland, but he don’t think of Mickey as fondly as he thinks of you. God loves ya! And i love you too! The whole world loves ya, except for Stu, and he’s retarded! Back to Top
She, in the Centre Sits
She reminds me of Spring, a slow, driving rain, a star-sprinkled night. The wind, it whispers her name. The trees sing her praise. The moon reflects her light. And no matter how far in this world I might stray, my true love is only a sweet dream away.
With her, my mind need not think, my heart need not sink, my tears need not flow. For, she has opened my eyes, replaced my dark skies with her warm ether glow. And no matter how far in this world I might stray, my true love is only a sweet dream away.
If I should pass from this earth, spread my Spirit wings, and fly far away, I’d carry her memory with me, and know we would be reunited someday. And no matter how far in this world I might stray, my true love is only a sweet dream away. Back to Top
My Mother Earth
Limbo’s not a place I want to be. Illusion’s not a thing I want to see. I only want to know what is behind those eyes of yours that burn a brightly as the wisdom of the sun. The bedroom of your soul’s kept nice and warm. Your arms provide me shelter from the storm. I only want to lie with you inside this quaint and cozy room and never venture out into the rain. But now, this seems to be too good to be true. How did I find somebody like you? And when did my red hell turn into blue? And when did the earth crash into the moon?
I always thought that I’d end up alone to wander in the dark without a home, but now, with you, I find that I have seen the light that burns inside and warms me to the weak and weary bone. I’d almost given up on finding you, for everywhere I’d hear the same old tune on a record everybody buys but never questions how or why this dumb song makes then feel the way they do. And this still seems to be too good to be true. How did I find somebody like you? And when did my red hell turn into blue? And when did the earth crash into the moon?
Your mind is wide; can I come inside? Your soul is deep; can I step inside? Your spirit’s wild; please let me inside!
And now as I look back upon the day when you decided you were going away, I praise whatever God above or simple, holy power of love that made you change your mind enough to stay. And this no longer seems too good to be true. I’ve finally found my soul-mate in you. You’re the only one my heart will pursue, for you are the earth and I am your moon! Back to Top
Another Dumb Love Song
Just let the light fall from your eyes, if not on me, in my general direction, for my life is a dark and upward climb - a pining for return of my affections. But I only see a gaping vacuum where your heart should be.
Just let the stars fall from your skies and rain on me like giant balls of flaming Hell, for any contact would be better than what you are presently extending me. Maybe I’m just grasping for a fluid illusion of love.
Images of you are pervading my dreams. They flutter about and fade away...My thoughts are falling apart at the seams, and my heart is in withering decay.
If I could linger in my dreams and never wake, I’d wander in eternal bliss. Then you and I could come together beyond this world’s meddling impermanence. But, I’ll have to compromise and swallow my small share, and follow you nowhere... Back to Top
Lord, I Reckon I Love that Girl
Woe is me! I lost my apathy. Well, she forces me to care about the clothes I wear! She douses me with after-shave! She treats me like her fuckin’ slave! She’ll drive me to an early grave, but Lord, I love that girl!
Late last night, we got in some kind of fight. Well, she gave me head, and then kicked me right out of bed! The way she is, it baffles me, and drives me to insanity. ’Bout all we do is disagree, but Lord, I love that girl! O, Lord, I love that girl!
Well, I declare, I’m a-movin’ away from here! I can’t take no more! I’m a-walkin’ right out that door! When I leave this place, I don’t want to see her face. ’Cause I know that, right away, it will make me want to stay. She washes my whiskey down the drain , and eyes me like a hurricane! She’s worse-’n a spaghetti-o stain, but Lord, I love that girl! O, Lord, I love that girl! O, Lord, I love that girl! Back to Top
I Love You, Ho
Hello, I’m here to stay! I’ll never go away, no matter what you say or do! You make me so hard, I drool like a retard, and I only want to play with you.
You build fences around your selfish fantasy eggshell, but something is hiding the yoke. I’d like to find out what chickens are all about, and why the fuck they cross the road!
I love you so much, but you won’t let me touch the athlete’s-foot-bottom of your soul. But, I still must admit that there’s still a lot of shit about me that I have not told you.
I’m obsessed with details like legumes and entrails and marsh-mellow mini-thin soup; flatworms and jellyfish and knowing that I would miss the wonderful smell of your poop!
I’m so in love with you, if we plane-crashed in Peru, I’d probably let you eat my corpse! And I like you so well, I’d burn for you in Hell, but only with you there, of course! Back to Top
Nocturne
Do not fear, my child! This will all be over soon. Set back, relax, and smile while other men race toward their doom. Do not try to think. Refuse what would come naturally, for that ship of fools will sink, and rest on the floor of the sea while drowning men grasp for their dreams.
As I look into myself, a manifold figure appears; illusion: its only wealth.....destruction: its primary fear. I am all that exists; containing the all and the none. No matter how long are the lists, or exhaustive the compilation, everything that we see is, but, One! Back to Top
Alzheimer’s
I see the vultures are parading all around you. Decapitated, your amazement overcame you. Your haunted image, dirty image is resounding. These changing sand dunes are your heirlooms in this caterpillar state of mind. Live forever fossilized inside a mine, like an iron trilobite. Your sweet disease is a cryogenic freezer filled with meat, and still-life melodies.
I see the sun-beams are parading all around you. Invigorated, smiling faces stimulate you. Your burning image, shining image is rejoicing to see the door swing open freely from this captivating cage called life. Live forever fossilized inside a mine, like an iron trilobite. Your sweet disease is a cryogenic freezer filled with meat, and still-life melodies.
But, something’s happening! There’s a curse upon the land! Your brand-new pair of boots are buried in the sand. And as your shoeless feet begin to bake upon your broken, kindled dreams, you find a camera and take a photograph to preserve the legacy of crumbling paths that disintegrate with age.... as the memories fade - ever seeking to be buried in the shade, like a nameless castaway... Back to Top
I Hate to Love You
I could analyze your eyes, weigh your thighs, ...measure your smile. And I could take your beauty away without dismay, and laugh all the while! But, I’ll just ignore you to keep from giving a damn when you say you hate me, but don’t know who I am.
I could buy a microscope and find a blemish in your perfect skin. And hurting your feelings would sure be fun, but I’d be the one who got hurt in the end. I’d love to hate you, and to kill you would be just fine, but you just don’t deserve more attention of any kind.
I could see the stupidity of everything that you’ve said to me, but I couldn’t block you out of my thoughts, which really is not where I think you should be. I’d love to hate you, and to kill you would be just fine, but you just don’t deserve more attention of any kind, so I’ll just ignore you to keep from giving a damn when you say you hate me, but don’t know who I am.
I could compare you to my ideal, but I do not feel you’d even be close! It’s like intelligent conversation set beside half-hearted hellos. There’s something wrong here; I’m writing a song about you! You’re not supposed to get to me the way you always do. I can’t look at you; You’re starting to disgust me! ‘Cause I know that you are the most beautiful, flawless thing I’ve ever seen! Back to Top
Drone
Drone, moaning bee, loan me your wings and I’ll fly!
Run, redundant sun, the marathon whose tracks are Time.
Remote-controls, the radios are mine!
Frequencies delinquent in the mind!
Buzzing balls of fuzz muzzled just because they sting.
It is a grizzly biz to quiz a whiz and anything.
Remote-controls, the radios are mine!
Frequencies delinquent in the mind!
Drone, moaning bee, loan me your wings and I’ll fly!
Run, redundant sun, the marathon whose tracks are Time.
Remote-controls, the radios are mine!
Frequencies delinquent in the mind!
The clunk and clang of bumped and banging lines,
falling down in syncopated time!!! Back to Top
Betty Jean
Well, your eyes are as brown as a mornin’ turd! Your titties: as luscious as an old heffer’s. When I look at you , I get mezmerized, ’cause I can’t take my peepers off your cellulite thighs, Betty Jean!
Well, your pussy smells sweeter than a peppermint pie! And I know you gotta love it when I cum in your eye! The gap is so wide in between your teeth, for my sloppy, little slab of twelve-inch meat, Betty Jean!
Well, you mean more to me than my first-prize sow, ‘cause your bringin’ home the bacon every time you go down! And even though I share you with Cletus and Joe, well, I reckon they don’t figure that you’re twelve years old, Betty Jean!
