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Flowerplot

Spring or winter evergreen, and both seasons in between, perfect structure, petals the brightest blue
Cared for all around the clock, while living under the lock, artificial custody to keep you true
Fertilized night and each morn, from the day that you were born, miraculously grown and right on cue
Reach up, reach up, reach up, stretching out toward your light providing father sun
Open, open, open, give him his reward dutifully circadian
Ennui you can not avert turns your ear toward the dirt, criticize the worms to get through the day
Feel your roots begin to rot, still you love the flowerpot, dreams of living free slowly fade away
Frankly I’d have never guessed you’d be one to be possessed, just another sad exhibit on display
Why not, why not, why not, wither and decline, find purpose in the compost mound?
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, water to divine awaits you just below the ground
In the bowels of birds, on the bellies of bees, at the tip of the tongue of a serpentine breeze

The Handyman Theme

You say that I should be ashamed, cuz’ you’ve been played and I’m to blame, well sorry babe this wasn’t a game, I was being human
Don’t cry babe you weren’t a fool, you were just a tool, and using tools is what humans do, using tools is what humans do
You were perfect for the task at hand, but it’s finished now, so please understand, it’s time to put you away, I’ll grab you on a broken day
You say that I’m some kind of beast, my development seems to have ceased, I’m unevolved? Not in the least, I was being human
Don’t be daft, ever seen a dog monkey with a cog? Uh-uh, cuz’ using tools is what humans do, using tools is what humans do

Catholic Quilt

The sun doesn’t warm my skin oh no, it leaves me torn and shamed for more, I’ve embodied the strain that fell like rain
When only I can see blood surrounds the rosary, the scared child does return and scarred flesh again will burn
Sometimes when I think it is love, I slit my hands and fall apart, you spoke your words your refrains too late
I’ve a need to impress, inflate my sin beyond excess, how can this cage contain my refusal to abstain?
To this immoral, immortal soul, I feel nothing honestly, so follow me up the railway of grief
Much to my shame I don’t believe that there’s really such a thing as authenticity
It was told in parable that my days would be miserable

Kit

She’s the one for me, ooh ain’t no doubt about it, she’s the one for me, ooh ain’t no way around it
Turns gray skies to sunny days and many other clichés hey, hey,
She’s the one for me, ooh don’t need a reminder, she’s the one for me, ooh don’t take long to find her
Red, golden or raven hair, curly, shaven I don’t care hey, hey
Never been a choosy guy fussing over stimuli
Never had a preference of catalyst or consequence
Never gonna foolishly say “sorry none for me” no
Always been appreciative, taking everything she’ll give
Always had a mind to know just start her up and watch her go
Always gonna take the call telling me “try it all”
Only one one for me she’s the constant in all histories, quite prominent in mine and she’s the
Only one one for me she’s the reason behind all I’ve done and will do ‘til oblivion
Turns gray skies to sunny days and many other clichés, red, golden or raven hair, curly, shaven I don’t care
Why try to deny this fate? Surrender and celebrate hey, hey, she’s the one for me

Limelight

A classic girl, who lives like a fool, a non-stop block of jokes that flop but still we’re taken into
a wide grin on a face so cruel, but get past that and join the cast in her theater of sin
Or take a stroll down to the riverside and pay the toll to ferry cross the water wide
Along the way the boat will sway with restless destiny at play
New lows to trawl sure to appall and tell us jealous rain will fall, still we can’t resist her curtain call
A classic girl who lives like a fool but get past that and join the cast in her theater of sin

Priceless

I could stare all day at the decorated shell or listen to the stories that the backseats tell
when a jazz hand grip directs the wheel, right through the stage as the actors reel
Pull away and what’s burned and left behind brings impressions of that day
Driving, window delivery, factory fresh,
How many times have you given them rides?
Well I’m resolved to go dutch, I’ll fit so nice in the passenger side, our lust for speed won’t be denied
It’s expensive to keep to keep them running all night, for it’s a night that will end with you and I in a burning bed

Hours

Of every debate, both petty and great, consuming my time as of late, the most relevant to me
is one that’s concerned with which facts are learned and into the memory burned, directing reality
Just who was it who made it so, decided what we need to know? Listen to the chorus grow
Really real, really real, really real, really real
By watching everyone I know I see a perfect chance to co-opt methods used by the fellowship who controls the status quo
Soon no one will give a pejorative to our redefined narrative, watch out for the growing light
from the rushing train on tracks that were lain straight into your burgling brain to free our aspect tonight
We’re really real

The Ballad of Harry Daze

Harry Daze lived a life of Mays, always on the cusp of summertime, sublimely occupying a moment rarefied
when the thrill of impending joy feels unending, royally lending a regal smile
that would prove to be only temporary for Harry would soon collide
into the facts that say that with each passing day you learn the truth about decay can not be denied
Do you ever feel that time has gone and left you long behind, leaving you to age alongside events that are undefined?
This lack of context gives existence a vacuity, akin to floating in an empty and motionless sea
A bugle plays for poor Harry Daze, his colors taken from the flagpole and rolled up into hoses that drained his potency
As the bottom began to show and he ran through a hopeless plan to reverse the trend
Harry saw the end come galloping in with four riders of infamy
cuz’ time holds all the chips, weighs down the scales and tips a personal apocalypse as your gratuity
H-A-double R-Y D-A-Z-E
Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, goes to the apothecary, treats it like a commissary
Eats more than his fill in desperate overkill
Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, goes down to the beach to bury his head because he’s a very scared, sad, tired man
Oh no poor Harry
Using all his might in a pre-decided fight brought nothing but the dark when he could’ve had the light
Now he’s burning from malaise spreading through him like a blaze, that’s the ballad of Harry Daze

Ruby’s Gone (Away)

I crossed the river to deliver a love song, now it’s too late to turn back
A war was incited and invited before long a vicious counter attack
I only wanted to keep you from harm, promise to be there and offer my arm, but my best foot forward tripped your alarm
Taking my unguarded words as a threat, you spared no effort to ruin me and yet I’ll still keep on singing, without regret
Whatever happened to all of the compassion that you and I used to share?
I know what happened to all of our compassion, it was a fleeting affair
With my name blighted you delighted in pleasure back in your new lover’s bed
where strong arms will hold you and enfold you to measure how much you’ve been overfed
Fattened by promises, battered in lies, that taste delicious but stick to your thighs, when it comes to yum-yums why compromise?
After dinner you both start to unwind, before you know it he’s spreading your mind, hope you loved that skull fuck that left you blind
Though it seems foolish I still want to phone and say
“One word from you and you won’t be alone, I’ll stay
after society’s swansong has flown away”

Drop Hout!

Always frightened of the water until I realized, until I recognized, that this is my ocean
Found the truth behind my birth, that I’m the child of Moon and Earth
The cold, dark deep that plagued my sleep I felt transform to soft and warm
Now I call out with bravado “Come on and take a dive, strip to your skin and slide right into my ocean”
Learn the rhythm, command the waves, make gardens grow from sailors’ graves
Sirens calling, your ship’s stalling, sees the rocks but can’t stop
It’s alright, my sea teems with exotica tonight
They’ll aid you with your breathing and your sight, submit to this desire, why even fight?
Let my mermen dress you, my current caress you, my kingdom impress you
But now I’ve gotta test you with a simple question “Can you take the pressure?”
We’re through so I really oughta act before you suspect and hastily eject you out of my ocean
Strand you on some distant shore, where you’ll stay beached forever more
Please add more salt to my sea by crying tears when you think of me

It Ain’t Automatic

Previously there were plenty of pretty little fish in the sea, swimming for me, but now it’s empty
Could this be the end of my seafood industry?
It ain’t coming so easily no more, don’t happen automatically no more
Searching every sandy, rocky, grassy shore, from the surface to the bottom of the ocean floor, there’s no more
Serendipitously I see one last slow bloated giant still floating awkwardly
It ain’t coming so easily no more, don’t happen automatically no more
Tracking game I’ve never had to hunt before, that which I once had the luxury to ignore, but no more
I’ve been watching you move, been feeling your groove, tonight we’ve got nothing to prove
Tonight I want to join the row that includes Ahab, Jonah and Pinocchio, each had their whale and I want one too, oh honey I need you

Ghost of a Chance

I love you more than you love me, it’s the one thing upon which we agree
We’re never eye to eye but the both of us see, I love you more than you love me
I love you more than you love me, the exact amount is infinitely
I’m hoping that someday we will love equally, I love you more than you love me
Springtime, the rivers get high, swelling from the melting snow
Unlike this seasonal rise my feelings ceaselessly grow
I know you really don’t love me, the exact reasons are a mystery
but I’ll solve the case and say “It’s element’ry,” I love you more than you love me
I know you really don’t love me, although it’s been proven repeatedly
I’ll recount the ballots for a discrepancy, I love you more than you love me
Playtime lets children unwind, but ends with the dreaded bell
You’ll find that this love of mine will never, ever dispel
My friends keep singing “It’s all a mistake” (it’s all a mistake boy) but it’s the one error I’m happy to make
so I’ll shut their voices out, I’m better off without their song
If we joined together in harmony the sound that we would make would be heavenly
It’ll never be too late but please don’t make me wait too long
I’m now in my final days but to you I’ll always belong
Right on past my final breath because I know not even death is that strong

A Polyglot He’s Not

I’ve been around the world, let me tell you what I heard cuz’ all these pretty girls taught me a couple words
I don’t know what they mean but I’ll tell you just the same what all the girls told me when I asked them for their names
In France une fille apprehensively told me “Je prefere ne pas etre connu”
In Spain a senorita laughed and said “No en su vida,” what that means I haven’t a clue
I ended up in Russia where I met this one devushka who exclaimed “Ve shutite”
I couldn’t understand why an onna in Japan kept screaming “Acchi ni ike!”
Adios, Au revoir, Sayonara, Auf wiedersehen, Arrivederci, La revedere, Da svidanya, Aloha
Sala Kahle, Hej do, Zai jian, Namaste, Shalom, Ma-as salaama, Gule gule gidin, So long goodbye

updated 5-24-2009

it don't happen automatically no more