Isn't She Amazing
isnt she amazing? the sundress and the wine?
everything about her is perfection by design
isn't she amazing? isn't she amazing?
Graceful like a dancer with a soul so byzantine,
Lips are moving like candy pillows and I will not intervene
isnt she amazing? never last in line?
Never looks less than a golden goddess, and no one seems to mind?
isn't she amazing? isn't she amazing?
men wish they could touch that face, and hold her down under bleachers at night,
women pray that she doesn't turn it on because they're never gonna win that fight
time has no effect on her, she's a porcelain figurine,
how can you approach her when your heart's a trampoline?
isnt she amazing?
isnt she amazing? the stuff of fantasies?
one sees skin of silk, wide eyes and carnal expertise,
would that be amazing? would that not be amazing?
wouldn't you throw out the life you've lived until today?
just so you could know one night of feeling that cachet?
one more thing i gotta share with ya brother, before you sell your soul,
you better get ready for judgment day when she takes your self-control
Love's Sick Parade
to him, she's a phantom limb,
That still damned hurts when the day grows dim
to her, he was a bit infantile,
lacked a little grace, could have used some style and all the while,
cupid grins behind the door, raids his quiver, stares at the floor, smiles again,
cause he can't believe his luck, waving to the crowd from his gaudy pick-up truck
Love's sick parade,
Giant floats in effegy of those who we've betrayed,
Love's sick parade Love's sick parade
to him, she's a dream gone by,
but she's wrong for the suit, so he waves her on by for thenext,
with his hothouse corsage, true love beckons, or was that a mirage, and all thewhile,
cupid quiet as a mouse, shakes his head and chuckles from the best seat in the house, smiles again,
cause he sees how this will go, it's easy to be humble when there is no worthy foe...
Love's sick parade,
Peering over the heads of those who truly would have stayed,
Love's sick parade Love's sick parade
Was I hurt by your brutal truth
You said that I deserved no less
I was not hurt but I do miss my youth
And did you have to make me such a mess
Meanwhile Cupid paints his tableau,
Olga Rosanova meets Vincent Van Gogh
He scribbles on the bottom like some spiritual decree,
"love's a perfect vision that you cannot bear to see..."
Downtown
I was walking down the avenue,
And thought about our afternoon downtown,
Neither you or I could hide the passion, and it kept us hanging 'round,
Well it always seemed so crazy,
The way your words ripped through me, is blindness in a storm its own reward,
I courted you, i begged you, and more than likely kept you very bored
I prayed to god the pain would end,
and still do today, when you act this way
i asked for you to talk to me once,
but to you that seems too much, when you act this way
I was thinking how it turned around,
you spending all your free time
with your brand new neo- pseudo- cruising pals
thoughts of you and Sly and Robby overwhelm my tepid rationales
but when you're driving home at night,
don't you ever see yourself within,
half the fun of getting where you're going is to long for where you've been
i'm sorry that i couldn't be
more fun for you, or rich for you,
or thin for you
all i ever wanted was to talk to you, and later we could sin
Lately you've been cold to me, and hot to everybody else
but you still can't escape the thought of me
and if we ever do decide we're civilized again
you know what would happen then....
Bubble
you have put this bubble in my vein
you have doused my system with cocaine
where the darkness danced there is now sun,
flowers grow where once there could be none
we are prisoners
we are mere captives now
we yell, from cell to cell,
royalty in happy hell....
i have vanquished armies where i stand
i commute the death of dreams unplanned
in this vast expanse of lifeless land
holding my own prison in my hand
Median Man
We say we want our freedom
But like a blushing date
We're begging off the thing we know we need
We say we want some answers
But answers lead to hate
There's babies here that we forgot to feed
And in time we'll be fine
The final thought on your mind
Before you take yourself off of the grid one more time
I know a man from Raleigh,
He stands there with a sign,
And people think he's lost his friggin mind
But sure as times get tougher,
Behind him forms a line
Of folks like him whose lives are out of time
In his face there was grace
His leader and his lamb have dropped his case,
And pretty soon he'll check out of this dirty dirty place
Come back, median man,
Northbound Main Street needs your plan
Have you overrated our attention spans
We are the ones who need you
The idols that we worship, the hands we trust to guide,
Resist the shine of possibilities,
If we rose up to see there's a better way to be,
The powerful would greet you on their knees
And in time we'll be fine
The final thought on everyone's mind
The panacea kept us all blind blind blind
Welcome To America
welcome to america
forgive the masquerade
we have to act that way sometimes
to show the ones who stayed
that anything is possible,
and none will be betrayed
serenade
welcome to america
in manner and in dress
you've walked the sandy gauntlet to
be one of us, i guess,
the table with the moving blades
requires your finesse
now confess
look into my eyes and tell me
where will you be in a hundred years
you're wiping your eyes
but nothing appears
and welcome to america
your face is red with rage
you're on your own in this cold world
we need you in the cage,
just dream this heat is heaven and
you're in the golden age
You dirty naked slave,
your feral children claw at you
but no one will be saved,
Welcome to america,
none will be betrayed
My Evil Twin
don't ignore that feral scratching coming from the bottom of my door,
after years of trying i assure you that he will not be ignored
baby you must meet my evil twin
slithers to the kitchen and he wastes a cup of my best mayan blend
stands up on the table, masturbates, and calls my newly distant friends
girl, you've got to meet my evil twin, girl, you've got to meet my evil twin
Gears are grinding, wheels are humming, eyes are rolling, fingers drumming,
waiting for his ever growing line of jive to end...
The best gestalt won't stop him and no psychotropic drug can slow him down,
Sometimes he's a boorish swine and sometimes he's a hyperactive clown
Now it's time to meet my evil twin, now you're gonna meet my evil twin
happy to announce his presence, inappropriate tumescence
clears his throat to make you look, that's victory to him
look into it's sickly eyes, and hear the apprehension in his cries
stronger folks than you have tried and failed to leave the topic where it lies...
After all I've said to you why do you feel compelled to look his way?
Medicine
white as snow, symptoms show, down you go, I could be your medicine,
In a trance, all romace does the dance, I could be your medicine
Needle rain, in your vein, kills the pain, I could be your medicine
Bent in half, plethysmograph, your sexy laugh, I could be your medicine
heady hope, ready rope, softer soap, I could be your medicine
i cure disease, i hear the pleas, i come in threes, I could be your medicine
I'm slow to fast, I'm here to last, i'm unsurpassed, I could be your medicine
I'll be your glory, your end of story, memento mori, I could be your medicine
dark as night, feign a fight, wrong or right, I could be your medicine
Symptoms fade, games were played, but you stayed, I could be your medicine
Serpent wind, borderline, both resigned, I could be your medicine
Time to kill, sick until, you take the pill, I could be your medicine
white as snow, symptoms show, down you go, I could be your medicine,
In a trance, all romace does the dance, I could be your medicine
Needle rain, in your vein, kills the pain, I could be your medicine
Bent in half, plethysmograph, your sexy laugh, I could be your medicine
We Talked About Michael
Never had I known,
The feel of human kindness,
Not until the day you spoke to me
Before that day, my life was fear and blindness,
And every word and deed felt like a sad apology,
And even now, all these years later,
Something that you showed me then still helps me to get through,
If someone like you, can like someone like me,
Then maybe someone like me should decide to like me too, I learned that from you
I don't want you, only for me,
I don't want you, sexually,
But I know you, and I love you free
Every time I meet different people and I take 'em at face value I see you there
Every time I shift gears in my car I remember your patience in that summer air
Every time I think about quitting I remember there's people like you who really care
Never had I seen humility and wisdom,
Not until the day you took my hand,
We were walking, tired in the streets of Allentown,
Happy and not knowing where we'd land,
We danced and danced, we talked about Michael,
And when you cried in my arms when it all became too real,
That was the night, I decided that there's nothing,
Nothing that you'll ever ask from me that is too much,
Sometimes when I see a girl walk by with a cool man's jacket and straight brown hair,
Even though it can't be you I miss you so much that I can't help but stop and stare,
There is nothing bittersweet about the good times you and I share,
And if he mistreats you he had better close his eyes and say a prayer...
What Fresh Hell is This?
what fresh hell is this?
innocence devoured by a judas-cool kiss,
where the hell were we?
sleeping at the dawning of this final ennui,
racing gaily to zamani
road and rubber whisper lewdly,
complacency was the siren song for
all who came before....
baby don't you cry,
fathers of the the foundling on the doorstep as it died,
paralyzed but proud,
Screaming from the inside as one cowardiced crowd,
That never asks too many questions,
That never even says it outloud,
'Cause if they do,
it becomes a problem,
That's not what they need....
what fresh hell is this?
everyone left drowning in the summer street hiss,
seething in our shame,
jutting bloody fingers searching out the ones to blame,
Who keeps score when the bullets start to riving?
Who calls shotgun when the hearseman's driving,
For thirty pieces, the chaos ceases,
The stranger smiles and flees.
Dumbed Down
Dumb down, sanitized for you,
Come down, like the other show, got to keep the
Scum down, pollice verso,
Dumb down
Let us keep our youth from renegade ideas,
Let us keep them safe before the flood,
Let us keep them from unhealthy fantasies,
Let us never anger up the blood
The young and their intentions, as pure as gutter snow
Heads in hand, knees of red and a morning-after fro,
Let us dole our wisdom, like a moral quarantine,
Gentle in our escort away from the obscene...
Let us make this generation come to heel,
Let us drown their sorrow in our laughter,
Let us free them from impulses disallowed,
Let them teach the children that come after
The young and their intentions, as vile as gutter rain,
Heads in hand, eyes of red and a morning-after stain,
Let us dole our wisdom, like a curfew of the heart,
Gentle in our efforts to rip their dreams apart...
Object
Multi-colored object, baking in the sun,
We will worship you now,
Multi-colored object, taking in the show,
Tell us what to do now,
Should we stage a Bacchanalian feast on your behalf,
Or would you laugh,
Oh we so unworthy, oh we're so unworthy
I have penned novellas, praising your concern,
Scolding every infidel,
As our numbers grow, we reflect on all we know,
As we assume you know too well,
Shall we start a shiney shrine at your request?
Using your omniscience to declare what would be best,
Oh we so unknowing, we are all unknowing,
Multi-colored object, mystifying ways,
Shining like a beacon in these dire, doleful days
Shine on Shine on
Multi-colored object, taciturn and wise,
None of us are brave enough to look into your eyes,
Shine on
Multi-colored object, steely, sullen, wise,
Such unblinking fairness,
Others may betray you and ignore our sacred text,
Heathens who could care less,
Maybe we could conjur up a painful place to send,
All the unconverted who have yet to comprehend,
And judgement would be final, judgement, yours, and final.
Multi-colored object, caking in the sun, sedentary wisdom,
You will never change, it is we who are evolving,
With your kind permission,
Luring mindless garbage to your scythe of perfect love,
Doling painful lessons we are just not worthy of,
Teaching us, leading us...
Let This Go
If I were you I would not worry,
All of this is here to please you,
Unseen forces shouldn't run your life
Some of us are in a hurry,
Some of us believed in Jesus,
Some of us are looking for a sharper knife,
Maybe you could let this go
Maybe you should let this go?
Hookah circle of one,
Strange looks from your son,
Wound up tighter than a virgin spring
He sees the ghost inside you,
He sees your boyhood anger,
He thinks he has caused this evil thing
This grim ghost inside you
Spirits that you've given life to,
Tell him that it's you who gave the demon skin
Tell him he's the victim,
Tell him you'll try to do better,
Tell him that there's other ways to parry with your sins
A million times before, this same conversation,
Sat right next to all your fallow dreams,
Togehter they would giggle as you muttered damnations,
Withered by the weight of all your stillborn schemes
Damaged
would i kill a million soldiers, so one of them lives,
its saturday night, caught in a prison of latex and lies,
shall i beg him for forgiveness, as to nowhere he swims,
it's saturday night, caught in a prison where nobody dies,
everything left in it's place, and pure on it's face,
climb that wall, why should you mind? you don't mind at all?
you'll see I've been damaged, you'll see I'm not smart,
you'll see, i'm an anchor, that drains the fight from your heart,
you'll know I've been joking, you'll know I'm not right,
you'll feel my indifference, you'll feel my indifference
No big deal, just a symptom, of a mellow retreat,
it's saturday night, haven't you had enough of me yet?
live, as we do, in denial, we can plan endlessly,
it's saturday night, or we can follow the script of this life,
or we could just run away, what do you say?
climb that wall, no one would care, and us least of all