I know you won't answer
Obligations to yer souls
It's too early
Ubla Gation Nations to yer souls
I could call my Brother
He's out howlin for......
I could call my Sister
She's out hallin for...
I am so wrong in
Thinking Obligations
I am so wrong feelin your death
I am so wrong pond'rin on truffles
But all live off
All those
That are Dead...
Friday, June 10, 2011
HILLBILLY PUNK
Do I care
well let's ask us
Do I care If you
Beat up the queer guy that never worked on yer farm
Do I care
If you do this
No, but
That guy knows where you live
And he knows
me
I like that guy
You
You are just a chicken hawk after a chicken head
Me I love chicken heads!
well let's ask us
Do I care If you
Beat up the queer guy that never worked on yer farm
Do I care
If you do this
No, but
That guy knows where you live
And he knows
me
I like that guy
You
You are just a chicken hawk after a chicken head
Me I love chicken heads!
CLOWNS AND THEIR HABITAT
Laugh at a man
He turns
Laugh at a man
He thinks
Laugh at a man
He thinks about his surroundings
Laugh at a man
He grabs for his soul
Laugh at a man
He cowars for a minute
Laugh at a man
He thinks of his mother
Laugh at a man
He weighs the balances
Laugh at a man
Who knows right from wrong
Laugh at a man
Laugh at an intelligent man
Go ahead an laugh
Something always breaks
This would be shorter
Ignorance
Craziness
Intelligence
Go ahead and laugh.
He turns
Laugh at a man
He thinks
Laugh at a man
He thinks about his surroundings
Laugh at a man
He grabs for his soul
Laugh at a man
He cowars for a minute
Laugh at a man
He thinks of his mother
Laugh at a man
He weighs the balances
Laugh at a man
Who knows right from wrong
Laugh at a man
Laugh at an intelligent man
Go ahead an laugh
Something always breaks
This would be shorter
Ignorance
Craziness
Intelligence
Go ahead and laugh.
CAPITAL
You hunt like a dog
You will be fed like a dog
You hunt like a King
You will be fed like a King
Your Men will be fed like Men
Your Dogs will be fed like Dogs
Compassion has now merit
For the hungry.
You will be fed like a dog
You hunt like a King
You will be fed like a King
Your Men will be fed like Men
Your Dogs will be fed like Dogs
Compassion has now merit
For the hungry.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
SINGULAR SELLS
We are, are born
One cell at a moment
We divide
We are bound by our walls
We are born lonely
and alone
Bound by our walls
We spend our short lives
Beating on these walls
Can you give me a ladder?
Can you plant the dynamite?
I wish I had a window
Maybe then I could see you
We are not alone
We are divided.
One cell at a moment
We divide
We are bound by our walls
We are born lonely
and alone
Bound by our walls
We spend our short lives
Beating on these walls
Can you give me a ladder?
Can you plant the dynamite?
I wish I had a window
Maybe then I could see you
We are not alone
We are divided.
Monday, May 16, 2011
TO TH' BLACK GIRL WHO THOUGHT ME A SAINT
It was in a full parking lot
In a blue truck I heard you sing.
"Gotsta hav all yo'luvin'"
I wanted you from the time you
was drunk rubbin on my leg.
Your Daddy was a Preacher
Who help deliver messages
My Daddy, He was of the U.S.P.S.
He also help deliver messages
You sang to me after weeks of me talkin th' bid'ness....
"Swing Low Sweet Chariot"
I had that Rebel Yell your daddy had warned his flock and you of
You drank and love was at the brink
But it was th' devil
He cast out that he was
And you cast out what I was...And left with tailights
Like th' Phoenix Lights!!!!
In a blue truck I heard you sing.
"Gotsta hav all yo'luvin'"
I wanted you from the time you
was drunk rubbin on my leg.
Your Daddy was a Preacher
Who help deliver messages
My Daddy, He was of the U.S.P.S.
He also help deliver messages
You sang to me after weeks of me talkin th' bid'ness....
"Swing Low Sweet Chariot"
I had that Rebel Yell your daddy had warned his flock and you of
You drank and love was at the brink
But it was th' devil
He cast out that he was
And you cast out what I was...And left with tailights
Like th' Phoenix Lights!!!!
Saturday, May 14, 2011
IT WAS ANTIQUED
There was a Chevy
It was small
and it had four
of those pumps
I had a Trans-Am t-shirt
I was nowhere
E-Bound and down
But I knew th' Hulk
Grandmas gave you a lineage
And uncles say pick that thang
Me I lived
In the woods
Where I dreamed
I dreamed of
Young girls
Forts
Parachutes
Flying
Gofer holes
Electricity
among barbed wire
Lost notes
And yer father
Asking you if you
understand sex
It was small
and it had four
of those pumps
I had a Trans-Am t-shirt
I was nowhere
E-Bound and down
But I knew th' Hulk
Grandmas gave you a lineage
And uncles say pick that thang
Me I lived
In the woods
Where I dreamed
I dreamed of
Young girls
Forts
Parachutes
Flying
Gofer holes
Electricity
among barbed wire
Lost notes
And yer father
Asking you if you
understand sex
Sunday, May 8, 2011
POKER HESS
It was a night
I sang so right
with a vagabond
He gave you his hat
For a sitting
and his dogs were tired
But we at yer place
The dead rose from sleep
As a child the strings rang
Almost like Ang & Pang
But saliva fills my trough
As it echos from wizards
Such a witch distraught
I saw you
you were mine
I saw you It was that time that
You were distraught
I saw you you made those movies
I saw you you made that sound
I saw you
You were Dead
I am alive !!!!
I sang so right
with a vagabond
He gave you his hat
For a sitting
and his dogs were tired
But we at yer place
The dead rose from sleep
As a child the strings rang
Almost like Ang & Pang
But saliva fills my trough
As it echos from wizards
Such a witch distraught
I saw you
you were mine
I saw you It was that time that
You were distraught
I saw you you made those movies
I saw you you made that sound
I saw you
You were Dead
I am alive !!!!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
FORD MOTORS AND RUBBER TREES
29 29 1929
It was the falling of the capital
And the cars Ford built
But nere hew was of a crooked cross
From the help of the Chosen ones
He help killed
You always find aways to rise
You always find aways to fall
Behind that is uncertain
All about it all
It was the falling of the capital
And the cars Ford built
But nere hew was of a crooked cross
From the help of the Chosen ones
He help killed
You always find aways to rise
You always find aways to fall
Behind that is uncertain
All about it all
Thursday, April 28, 2011
IT'S LIKE HELL
It's coming they say and I laugh
I hear it but I'm more concerned with my cock
I guess it might shatter glass
But I awoke and I guess the roof
Did not collapse
I guess some people cried and wept and pissed their selves
Me I just opened another beer
Amen God
I won this time
I hear it but I'm more concerned with my cock
I guess it might shatter glass
But I awoke and I guess the roof
Did not collapse
I guess some people cried and wept and pissed their selves
Me I just opened another beer
Amen God
I won this time
Monday, April 25, 2011
DITCH DIG MY RAIN OF DIRT
I will pick up that shovel
As it comes down
I will spit in it's face
I will wash in this satin
I will lend it a hint
I will give it a notion
I will lend it hope
And foreboding
I will put down that shovel
As it cleans my clock
Wind it up again
And take my head
Clean off
As it comes down
I will spit in it's face
I will wash in this satin
I will lend it a hint
I will give it a notion
I will lend it hope
And foreboding
I will put down that shovel
As it cleans my clock
Wind it up again
And take my head
Clean off
A SHOW A PRACTICE
We
Behind a slop house
Making noise
A place not approved
We
Loud noises ensued
Making Love
A place brothers know
We
Hit a small stage
Making God
That only a few Worship
We
The Haints
You have the shirt
You have or hearts
Sincerely - Moose
Behind a slop house
Making noise
A place not approved
We
Loud noises ensued
Making Love
A place brothers know
We
Hit a small stage
Making God
That only a few Worship
We
The Haints
You have the shirt
You have or hearts
Sincerely - Moose
ASPHAULT
I went in a way
That was very
Incouragable
But I had my ways
I was Incoherent
But very in-tuned
Family does that
Leaves you with
Unfertilized Eggs
And when you arrive away
You smell the stale smell
Of relief and hope
To later that night
Where you remember the
Smell of asphault and
Silence... Dreams
That was very
Incouragable
But I had my ways
I was Incoherent
But very in-tuned
Family does that
Leaves you with
Unfertilized Eggs
And when you arrive away
You smell the stale smell
Of relief and hope
To later that night
Where you remember the
Smell of asphault and
Silence... Dreams
Saturday, April 23, 2011
IFFFFIVE
966 669 55
If IVE ever said I love you
966 669 55
If IVE ever said I cared
If IVE ever led you
Down the road of living
It was from dying
To meet you again
966 669 55
If IVE ever said I was only
966 669 55
If IVE ever said I was lonely
If IVE ever walked
A sonny path of Malice
It was to provide for you
A Palace today
If IVE ever said I love you
966 669 55
If IVE ever said I cared
If IVE ever led you
Down the road of living
It was from dying
To meet you again
966 669 55
If IVE ever said I was only
966 669 55
If IVE ever said I was lonely
If IVE ever walked
A sonny path of Malice
It was to provide for you
A Palace today
V IS FOR VAMPIRE (THAT'S GOO E'NUFF FOR ME)
He lost a limb
from his family tree
I hope
But that was not the case
My Uncle showing
Old ladies amongst the property
But you
I heard about you
...and I beckoned you
It was in the shape of a V
and you would not hold it
The screaming and moaning
...around
I was left with a dead arm.
I kiss and separate for a decade.
from his family tree
I hope
But that was not the case
My Uncle showing
Old ladies amongst the property
But you
I heard about you
...and I beckoned you
It was in the shape of a V
and you would not hold it
The screaming and moaning
...around
I was left with a dead arm.
I kiss and separate for a decade.
Friday, April 22, 2011
MR. RINGLEY... YOU WERE AN ASSHOLE!!!!
I needed you as an aspiring picker
Your venue was once a castle
And Peavey amplifiers still echo in my head
How could a child do damage
With a plastic Rambo knife
Checking for scrapes on virgin knuckles
You foretold the future of my musical career...
Your venue was once a castle
And Peavey amplifiers still echo in my head
How could a child do damage
With a plastic Rambo knife
Checking for scrapes on virgin knuckles
You foretold the future of my musical career...
WE ARE YOU ARE
From Skull Hill
From King Town
From Benhams
To Hickory Tree
We are your culture
You want us to pick you
...Hold you as victor
Hold you as our Councilmen
You tell the world and Congress
You were first
To hold that train lantern
And stop for cattle on the rail
Roll on buddy
Over shopping carts and 'frigderators
Pray not some barefoot child
...From o'er the hills
Comerce and their Chambers
Line up a picture to sell
To those here who have bought you
And sell you to themselves
...Over and Over
We haven't forgotten you
We feel your boots
...As you trample us
with progress
From King Town
From Benhams
To Hickory Tree
We are your culture
You want us to pick you
...Hold you as victor
Hold you as our Councilmen
You tell the world and Congress
You were first
To hold that train lantern
And stop for cattle on the rail
Roll on buddy
Over shopping carts and 'frigderators
Pray not some barefoot child
...From o'er the hills
Comerce and their Chambers
Line up a picture to sell
To those here who have bought you
And sell you to themselves
...Over and Over
We haven't forgotten you
We feel your boots
...As you trample us
with progress
RE-HOOK THE NEEDLE
The knife many times
I dream after you
and chase the dragon
Burning your villages and your lore
Like Pompeii
Into islands we surround our selves
Into Psalms for our children
Distant and not so past
I beg you
... Can I awake
TO BURN!!!!
I dream after you
and chase the dragon
Burning your villages and your lore
Like Pompeii
Into islands we surround our selves
Into Psalms for our children
Distant and not so past
I beg you
... Can I awake
TO BURN!!!!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
ADDICTION AND HERMES
I slash and burn
and wait
I am very content
but pausing
waiting...
I pilgrimage
a vast void
filled by you
I am a purveyor
a squander-or
I am very happy when
The cup is gonna be
FULL...
and wait
I am very content
but pausing
waiting...
I pilgrimage
a vast void
filled by you
I am a purveyor
a squander-or
I am very happy when
The cup is gonna be
FULL...
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
BOOK OF DREAMS
I buy books
I rarely read them
I buy books
No intentions of reading
See I buy books
To read the inside jacket
It keeps me warm
Then I sleep well
Dreaming of the story
Those books tell
See I buy books
So I can write books
So you can buy books
So you can also write books....
I rarely read them
I buy books
No intentions of reading
See I buy books
To read the inside jacket
It keeps me warm
Then I sleep well
Dreaming of the story
Those books tell
See I buy books
So I can write books
So you can buy books
So you can also write books....
Monday, April 18, 2011
DO IT MYSELF?
Cardboard
Briefcase
Pictography
Envelope
You never got the mail?
I sent it four fucking times LIAR!!!!
Show Suits
Leather Boots
Guitars strings
Sometimes I sing
Do you hear me?
Do I have a voice?
The ambulance came a lil' too late
You preform the eulogy...
...I'm tired!
Briefcase
Pictography
Envelope
You never got the mail?
I sent it four fucking times LIAR!!!!
Show Suits
Leather Boots
Guitars strings
Sometimes I sing
Do you hear me?
Do I have a voice?
The ambulance came a lil' too late
You preform the eulogy...
...I'm tired!
Saturday, April 16, 2011
SEARS TYPE-O-MATIC
You loaned it
It was yers to loan
You never used it.
Oh sure...
You wrote for the kids
They couldn't read
... nor wanted too
Oh sure...
You past it on like that typewrite!
Oh sure...
I'm an asshole
I'm yer brother
I'm yer sinner!
Mother I love you!!!!
It was yers to loan
You never used it.
Oh sure...
You wrote for the kids
They couldn't read
... nor wanted too
Oh sure...
You past it on like that typewrite!
Oh sure...
I'm an asshole
I'm yer brother
I'm yer sinner!
Mother I love you!!!!
BASEBALL IN A VACANT FEILD
Brother?
Do you remember?
That low howl?
Do you remember?
That fear?
Do you recall?
That lie we held close?
Do deny it happened?
We ran!
Do you remember?
That low howl?
Do you remember?
That fear?
Do you recall?
That lie we held close?
Do deny it happened?
We ran!
Friday, April 15, 2011
INDRID COLD
It's the small things
Lead us
Tell us
Guide us
We are such fools
Fools that believe the traffice light
Fools that know where the down beat lay
Fools that will ignite
the spark
Please guide us
Please watch us
Please tell us
So which oneday we...
...will destroy us!
Lead us
Tell us
Guide us
We are such fools
Fools that believe the traffice light
Fools that know where the down beat lay
Fools that will ignite
the spark
Please guide us
Please watch us
Please tell us
So which oneday we...
...will destroy us!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
PINK BEAM OF LIGHT
Dark Moon kills
The blind is attached but broken
It's a razor
Light is the way she is now
Strategically wrong
and awaits
For a goodnight kiss
Such a slobbering beast
It's a cold night
I can see it from that golden bowl
Pink beam
The blind is attached but broken
It's a razor
Light is the way she is now
Strategically wrong
and awaits
For a goodnight kiss
Such a slobbering beast
It's a cold night
I can see it from that golden bowl
Pink beam
Monday, April 4, 2011
TATTERED FLAG
They ask alot of questions
I'm suppose to answer
For me?
For You?
always you...
see love is like that.
Sometimes you want to know
th' truth.
Sometimes you want to feel
th' truth.
We stand our grounds sometimes
We cowar sometimes for the greater good.
Sometimes the greater good is a mirage..
...an Oasis.
Sometimes we wave our flag so our comrades...
will not die!
I'm suppose to answer
For me?
For You?
always you...
see love is like that.
Sometimes you want to know
th' truth.
Sometimes you want to feel
th' truth.
We stand our grounds sometimes
We cowar sometimes for the greater good.
Sometimes the greater good is a mirage..
...an Oasis.
Sometimes we wave our flag so our comrades...
will not die!
Saturday, April 2, 2011
REVERBEND STORE, HICKORY TREE TN.
The angle
Angle of the the headstock
Of a Gibson Guitar
The curl
Curve from below
Of a Fender Telecaster Headstock
Trees
Holston River
Bull angry
Will he come kill
My '87 Skynyrd Legend tape?
Will he kill me?
The bridge survived unlikely now...
"I Love Rock & Roll"
was a dime
Diet Mountain Dew
Was New
My Uncles wine
My friend utop the hill
The Fire
The fire....
all I got was theft and...
... a 1980's Peavey Deuce!
Angle of the the headstock
Of a Gibson Guitar
The curl
Curve from below
Of a Fender Telecaster Headstock
Trees
Holston River
Bull angry
Will he come kill
My '87 Skynyrd Legend tape?
Will he kill me?
The bridge survived unlikely now...
"I Love Rock & Roll"
was a dime
Diet Mountain Dew
Was New
My Uncles wine
My friend utop the hill
The Fire
The fire....
all I got was theft and...
... a 1980's Peavey Deuce!
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
DR. JOHN.
She's at the street light
Waitin for go
Will she she find me dead will she find me whole
But now I am revel'n
I'm in the dark
Medication hurts my eyes
I am seekin' medication
Cause the pain in my thighs
It's not been a year
But it feels that for most
I was in Paris
Chasing a Burroughs ghost
Do you have the time
Or even the time to speak
MRSA is killing me
Or is it th this Lithium leak...
Thank you Dr. John!
Waitin for go
Will she she find me dead will she find me whole
But now I am revel'n
I'm in the dark
Medication hurts my eyes
I am seekin' medication
Cause the pain in my thighs
It's not been a year
But it feels that for most
I was in Paris
Chasing a Burroughs ghost
Do you have the time
Or even the time to speak
MRSA is killing me
Or is it th this Lithium leak...
Thank you Dr. John!
NIGGERS A.K.A. You're a RED....
I don't uderstaznd why you hate these Niggers
You hate me calling them Niggers!
You love the fact I am calling them Niggers now!
You feel vindicated....
Maybe you should
I undestand you...
You don't understand me....
Don't try.
You hate me calling them Niggers!
You love the fact I am calling them Niggers now!
You feel vindicated....
Maybe you should
I undestand you...
You don't understand me....
Don't try.
S&M
The Star beats upon the Ocean
The water holds the mass
The heat brings cloud like figures
...like you are and once were to me.
The lovers they meet
The night is so cold
But me... like the clouds
We have to unload
...for a new day
The water holds the mass
The heat brings cloud like figures
...like you are and once were to me.
The lovers they meet
The night is so cold
But me... like the clouds
We have to unload
...for a new day
Lesson
Piteous clings
Innocence sings
The song of our Grand-Fathers
as our Fathers cringe
They have forsaken their own Fathers
In dreams of honoring their Grand-Fathers
We speak in tongues to our women
They heal our wounds with salt
and all in all
we stand tall and convinced
What is right?
What is taught?
Innocence sings
The song of our Grand-Fathers
as our Fathers cringe
They have forsaken their own Fathers
In dreams of honoring their Grand-Fathers
We speak in tongues to our women
They heal our wounds with salt
and all in all
we stand tall and convinced
What is right?
What is taught?
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
YOU GET WHAT'CHA PAY FOR
She was a member
B'Hhme
They worked for world peace
Any means
It takes a bank roll
She worked him
Undercover work
Under the radar
He was wanting something special!
She replied "For double I can set this up for you."
This was a normal scam
She would send him to Jordan
Jordan was special
She loved Jordan
Jordan was too B'Hhme
She was dying but continued her work
He walked away with a dying smile
The same Jordan used as well while
Conducting this Orchestrated demise
All for the bank roll
All for B'Hhme
All for the World
They Cremated Jordan
They Cremated many man's burning desire
... For something special. All for B'Hhme
All for the World!
(DEDICATED TO THE WEATHER UNDERGROUND)
B'Hhme
They worked for world peace
Any means
It takes a bank roll
She worked him
Undercover work
Under the radar
He was wanting something special!
She replied "For double I can set this up for you."
This was a normal scam
She would send him to Jordan
Jordan was special
She loved Jordan
Jordan was too B'Hhme
She was dying but continued her work
He walked away with a dying smile
The same Jordan used as well while
Conducting this Orchestrated demise
All for the bank roll
All for B'Hhme
All for the World
They Cremated Jordan
They Cremated many man's burning desire
... For something special. All for B'Hhme
All for the World!
(DEDICATED TO THE WEATHER UNDERGROUND)
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
AMY X-RAY
I still love you
your ways
your smell
I love to see you cry...
It breaks my heart
I still love you
your smile
your promising hope for good
I love to see you cry...
It breaks my heart
I still love you
your anger
the lost temper with a laugh
I love to see you cry...
It breaks my heart
Like a Neuclear Bomb!
It takes radiation....
To see... Our Hearts!
your ways
your smell
I love to see you cry...
It breaks my heart
I still love you
your smile
your promising hope for good
I love to see you cry...
It breaks my heart
I still love you
your anger
the lost temper with a laugh
I love to see you cry...
It breaks my heart
Like a Neuclear Bomb!
It takes radiation....
To see... Our Hearts!
Monday, March 21, 2011
WE GOT COMPRESSORS TO BUILD.... SHUT UP BOY!!!!!
I tried to get a hold of yer friend I tried...
...How dare I ask in my impotencence....?
She tarries away at work working th' shafts
Bringing in this towns fortune...
,,,will we last?
I dunno...
I wake for a call
I wait for a notion
I am left a simian.
...How dare I ask in my impotencence....?
She tarries away at work working th' shafts
Bringing in this towns fortune...
,,,will we last?
I dunno...
I wake for a call
I wait for a notion
I am left a simian.
I HATE PLAYING FOR YOU... I AM YOUR FUCKING MONKEY... EAT MY BRAINS & laugh....
I was me and he din't sway...
I said to him this is a two-way road
with a paradigm...
We can kill each other but you you...
will always be the greater.
?Does that make you feel better about yerself!?!
....(think).....
If you come at me in front of all these people...
I will kill you whether you hurt
whether you love yer mother
or your father hates you.
You DIE
I DO TIME and gang raped as a pork boy.
I DIE
you can never come home.
You must go away....
...drifting!.
I said to him this is a two-way road
with a paradigm...
We can kill each other but you you...
will always be the greater.
?Does that make you feel better about yerself!?!
....(think).....
If you come at me in front of all these people...
I will kill you whether you hurt
whether you love yer mother
or your father hates you.
You DIE
I DO TIME and gang raped as a pork boy.
I DIE
you can never come home.
You must go away....
...drifting!.
Friday, March 18, 2011
PATRIOT
I am a Patriot
I don't own a gun
It's for self preservation
I am a Patriot
I speak my mind
In no consequences to my being
I am a Patriot
I have no gun
I don't own a gun
It's for self preservation
I am a Patriot
I speak my mind
In no consequences to my being
I am a Patriot
I have no gun
IT'S MORE THAN AN ADDING MACHINE
I am not writing a song nor a poem about you
You are an aftermath of my choices
I NEED to write
You want me to write
I write about wind through pine trees
You burn them
... and curse the cresso.
Like the torches of Spain.
Denying the Yucatan of their lore.
Do you deny me mine....
Bill: I guess that's good poetry
... only to be flushed away like a ribbon of his triumphant defeat!
You are an aftermath of my choices
I NEED to write
You want me to write
I write about wind through pine trees
You burn them
... and curse the cresso.
Like the torches of Spain.
Denying the Yucatan of their lore.
Do you deny me mine....
Bill: I guess that's good poetry
... only to be flushed away like a ribbon of his triumphant defeat!
HENRY BUCK
You maybe they I'm not sure
Knows how harder I have to love
You maybe they I'm not sure
How hard I have to hate
You maybe they I'm not sure
Worry about my soul
You maybe they I'm not sure
Worry if I sleep well tonight
You maybe they I'm not sure
Worry If I'm beautiful...
You maybe they I'm not sure
Worry that I will kill you in your sleep
You maybe they I'm not sure
Worry about the secret that we keep
You maybe I'm sure
Are laughing inside
...See
You hold it over me
Like Jesus the Nazarene, the King of the Jews
But as he I have forsaken the last test
You maybe they I'm not sure
Knew I was slipping
... trying to slide my way up.
INTO GRACES.
Knows how harder I have to love
You maybe they I'm not sure
How hard I have to hate
You maybe they I'm not sure
Worry about my soul
You maybe they I'm not sure
Worry if I sleep well tonight
You maybe they I'm not sure
Worry If I'm beautiful...
You maybe they I'm not sure
Worry that I will kill you in your sleep
You maybe they I'm not sure
Worry about the secret that we keep
You maybe I'm sure
Are laughing inside
...See
You hold it over me
Like Jesus the Nazarene, the King of the Jews
But as he I have forsaken the last test
You maybe they I'm not sure
Knew I was slipping
... trying to slide my way up.
INTO GRACES.
Friday, March 11, 2011
EMILY DICKENSON.... I WANT TO EAT YOUR PUSSY
Look at 'em
Every goddamn'd where
How many?
Twenty?
Twenty-Six!?!
What's for dinner?
I know you won't cook
Those days are long gone
...
I guess if you actually did eat you might be happy.
...
Look at all of'm
Twenty-Six you don't say
I'm hungry...
No different than scales.
Every goddamn'd where
How many?
Twenty?
Twenty-Six!?!
What's for dinner?
I know you won't cook
Those days are long gone
...
I guess if you actually did eat you might be happy.
...
Look at all of'm
Twenty-Six you don't say
I'm hungry...
No different than scales.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
I MISS YOU BIG DAVE!!!!!
Ol' Jesus was a carpenter
He put the nails in my coffin
He don't think of me too much
I don't think of him too often
John the Baptist
Baptised me at the head of the river while...
...Mama put me to bed.
But ol' Salome had to have her way
Sh'said "Bring me John The Baptist's HEAD!!!!"
He put the nails in my coffin
He don't think of me too much
I don't think of him too often
John the Baptist
Baptised me at the head of the river while...
...Mama put me to bed.
But ol' Salome had to have her way
Sh'said "Bring me John The Baptist's HEAD!!!!"
Saturday, March 5, 2011
DEAD MEN
I've been searchin' for the face of god
There's no salvation in the eyes of my father
It's in the early morning I give into love
Waiting on the light to shine
With abitter breath I give into the savior
It crosses my mind like that ol' mother river
It's in the early hours I give into love
Waiting on the light to shine
Lamplights burn from electrical failure
Re-Evaluation maps the good book forsaken
Dead men are at the head of my table
Waiting on the light to shine
Waiting on the light to shine.
There's no salvation in the eyes of my father
It's in the early morning I give into love
Waiting on the light to shine
With abitter breath I give into the savior
It crosses my mind like that ol' mother river
It's in the early hours I give into love
Waiting on the light to shine
Lamplights burn from electrical failure
Re-Evaluation maps the good book forsaken
Dead men are at the head of my table
Waiting on the light to shine
Waiting on the light to shine.
I TOO HOWL
I too howl like th' lonely wolf
Till th' sun come and drownded me
Are you my sun?
You are my sun
But I still howl like th' lonely wolf
I still call to th' midnight moon
Bleed it of all th' light it shines
Will it shine?
Shine for me?
But I still howl like th' lonely wolf
I scream out th' rumblin' train
Hear th' tick?
Hear th' tock?
Clickin' and clackin' like a winding clock
But I still howl like th' lonely wolf
Till th' sun come and drownded me
Are you my sun?
You are my sun
But I still howl like th' lonely wolf
I still call to th' midnight moon
Bleed it of all th' light it shines
Will it shine?
Shine for me?
But I still howl like th' lonely wolf
I scream out th' rumblin' train
Hear th' tick?
Hear th' tock?
Clickin' and clackin' like a winding clock
But I still howl like th' lonely wolf
Friday, March 4, 2011
AT THE HEAD OF ADAM WALSH
I've got to keep my head about me...
I'm 35 years old now but am still
Frightened...
Abandoned every time I walk
Waiting...
In the woods
Scared...
See I am still alive....
Thank you Adam for making me alive,
And scared.
I'm 35 years old now but am still
Frightened...
Abandoned every time I walk
Waiting...
In the woods
Scared...
See I am still alive....
Thank you Adam for making me alive,
And scared.
TH' DEAD BOYS!!!!!!!
The sound of this Ford is not to escape.....
It was here amongst us because Windows killled my earlier post....
Now I can't remember and I hate YOU more...
...than ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was here amongst us because Windows killled my earlier post....
Now I can't remember and I hate YOU more...
...than ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JOHN CAGE WAS MY MOTHER!
To those of you songsters...
...so you can't write it down
We can't all be Bukowski in our typings,
our Beatings.
We can't all write the rubbish in our heads...
Who wants to read the rubbish...
WE DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(LOUD APPLAUSE!)
...so you can't write it down
We can't all be Bukowski in our typings,
our Beatings.
We can't all write the rubbish in our heads...
Who wants to read the rubbish...
WE DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(LOUD APPLAUSE!)
SOHO
Bombard my so called heart with this ol' rot gut...
Yes I will fuck yer wife and make her happy...
I saya she's ok with it...
But I fuck like a Phillip Glass Symphony...
Have you seen my swinging microphone...
Have you seen me words?
Yes I will fuck yer wife and make her happy...
I saya she's ok with it...
But I fuck like a Phillip Glass Symphony...
Have you seen my swinging microphone...
Have you seen me words?
Monday, February 28, 2011
CODE BLUE NAUGHT
Dead for just one second
We are alive for a lifetime
We? Maybe not we...
Me... I am trying to remember
That second.
We are alive for a lifetime
We? Maybe not we...
Me... I am trying to remember
That second.
AMERICO.COM MUTT
I dont care if yer Nigger
Or my American Mutt friends...
I Dont care if yer Mexican
Or my American Mutt freinds...
I Don't care if yer Irish
Or my American Mutt freinds...
I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE LIKE ME
Or my American Mutt freinds...
Or my American Mutt friends...
I Dont care if yer Mexican
Or my American Mutt freinds...
I Don't care if yer Irish
Or my American Mutt freinds...
I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE LIKE ME
Or my American Mutt freinds...
IAN DURY
She says "I'll be waiting..."
I say "OK, I'll be there!"
Ian Dury make me think about my love
so I go mix music
I guess that is my love
Will she understand
Or call it incompetence of
A Man....
I say "OK, I'll be there!"
Ian Dury make me think about my love
so I go mix music
I guess that is my love
Will she understand
Or call it incompetence of
A Man....
Sunday, February 27, 2011
THE DEATH OF ELVIS
Even though you are my true friend
I Wanna Be your true friend
Even though you are not here
I truly want you to leave me
Even though I truly love you
You must exit stage left
Now I'm left
You're right
She's gone...
I Wanna Be your true friend
Even though you are not here
I truly want you to leave me
Even though I truly love you
You must exit stage left
Now I'm left
You're right
She's gone...
Saturday, February 26, 2011
PANG & ANG...
Don't worry....
I guess I don't need dialysis...
I checked... it was yellow
Kinda like the way we
got around in the old days...
Kinda like we get high...
....NOW..... !!!!!
I guess I don't need dialysis...
I checked... it was yellow
Kinda like the way we
got around in the old days...
Kinda like we get high...
....NOW..... !!!!!
Friday, February 25, 2011
THE DAY
We all live in our time
and our story is our own
and we only know it.
Everybody else owns
their speculation, hope & hatred.
We stand alone in death
and I feel great solace in that.
and our story is our own
and we only know it.
Everybody else owns
their speculation, hope & hatred.
We stand alone in death
and I feel great solace in that.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Trainwreck Load Valve
I met her at some dive in New Orleans
where I paid her way and bought her drinks...
Hell!!! that's what I came for
....as we watch Judah Bauer pick that guitar...
I tried to kiss her but she turned away...
See Judah had this Trainwreck Load Suppressor....
I guess she had hers too!!!!
where I paid her way and bought her drinks...
Hell!!! that's what I came for
....as we watch Judah Bauer pick that guitar...
I tried to kiss her but she turned away...
See Judah had this Trainwreck Load Suppressor....
I guess she had hers too!!!!
NEW MEXICO
They’re leaving and they’re taking me with them.
I knew this by their smiles. It haunts me…
Fuck the fucking fuckers.
If they want to split why do I have to go.
I’m no baggage...
I’m no sentiment.
I hear them ev’ry Saturday night out of their obligation to each other.
3 A.M. like clockwork.
They leave me lonely.
I disdain their joint separation, but understand
that to be the joint you must be the bone.
If I was to call my name ev’ry night I would be a liar to myself.
Who is my name…
Why do they not weep after wards.
They brought me here…
I just want to leave on the meanest leaving train in town.
I knew this by their smiles. It haunts me…
Fuck the fucking fuckers.
If they want to split why do I have to go.
I’m no baggage...
I’m no sentiment.
I hear them ev’ry Saturday night out of their obligation to each other.
3 A.M. like clockwork.
They leave me lonely.
I disdain their joint separation, but understand
that to be the joint you must be the bone.
If I was to call my name ev’ry night I would be a liar to myself.
Who is my name…
Why do they not weep after wards.
They brought me here…
I just want to leave on the meanest leaving train in town.
BLAKELY MITCHELL
She was not a looker.
Quite ugly actually.
She was prob’ly a doll in her day but not this night with me.
She was on th’ run as she prob’ly has been most of her life.
I was there for some other drunk, how else do they get home?
“Go Go Go!” she says.
I am not one to argue a fair.
Perhaps it doesn’t sink in when you only drive a Bristol block and a ½!
Hats & Bats, she says she’s not a cop, which I new since that was who she was runnin’ from.
Her dress slides in this rented out ride but I still gotta get my pay…
I got log sheets to fill out ya know,
My time is accounted for…
Quite ugly actually.
She was prob’ly a doll in her day but not this night with me.
She was on th’ run as she prob’ly has been most of her life.
I was there for some other drunk, how else do they get home?
“Go Go Go!” she says.
I am not one to argue a fair.
Perhaps it doesn’t sink in when you only drive a Bristol block and a ½!
Hats & Bats, she says she’s not a cop, which I new since that was who she was runnin’ from.
Her dress slides in this rented out ride but I still gotta get my pay…
I got log sheets to fill out ya know,
My time is accounted for…
US AND HIM
There was a guy once who lived… He told stories we never believed, we ridiculed him… who were we. He was a King, a Sire!
He owned everything’ once… We never saw that. He was a mere tall tale. He died and we didn’t cry... We laughed. His mother wept.
He owned everything’ once… We never saw that. He was a mere tall tale. He died and we didn’t cry... We laughed. His mother wept.
BARSTOW.......
I dream of the desert, nothing but hurt in yer eyes when the wind blows. How can you see from this goddamned wind. It hurts my vision, it destroys it. I’m gonna kill that desert wind if it tries. Don’t ruin my dream like the dogwood trees do now in this town. Trees that beg for my tears ev’ry Spring.
I dream of these motels where I take you but you only leave me sleeping. You are there and I am awake. I smell our sweat. It smells like tomorrow and the day after. This is a long road.
I dream of the little bar and hope it’s like the night I met you. You were the only one who wanted my kiss. Such venom.
I dream of the places we go and you drive. You're so careful, hoping I notice… I hope for an explosion and baptism by fire on a lone road. I trust you but I distrust my trust… I adore you for that! Why are you here in my dream. Who th’ hell do you think you are to take my beauty by trying to replace it with you. I dream….
I dream of these motels where I take you but you only leave me sleeping. You are there and I am awake. I smell our sweat. It smells like tomorrow and the day after. This is a long road.
I dream of the little bar and hope it’s like the night I met you. You were the only one who wanted my kiss. Such venom.
I dream of the places we go and you drive. You're so careful, hoping I notice… I hope for an explosion and baptism by fire on a lone road. I trust you but I distrust my trust… I adore you for that! Why are you here in my dream. Who th’ hell do you think you are to take my beauty by trying to replace it with you. I dream….
PLEASE DON'T PLAY A-11
We all got that song that makes us sad and those that do the reverse and alot more of those that just don't do shit...But I've seen the old men at the bar that just want another song to cry to...I wish I could be them old fellers and there for a while I tried...your friends tend to think there's a problem and you need help. Funny how everybody's got a solution for a problem they've never had or desired...Have you ever desired heartache & depression? I wallow in the idea of...The girl that broke your heart...The deal gone down all wrong...Knowing you have to leave...Knowing you have to die...Knowing that the love you can give is nothin but a lie and should be vaccinated like a bug...Far away in your mind you dream of those birds & bees & the cigarette trees...You miss the feeling that your dreams have left you into the mean morning light...The fact that light should give you hope for the new day while your left scrambling for the pieces from the night before...Maybe your not so depressed and heartbroken...Maybe your just a romantic for what you can't remember and what you have to concoct to fill it's void...Either way you miss her and hope she finds her way out to sea...
So if you gotta play that jukebox, Please Play A Sad Song For Me...
So if you gotta play that jukebox, Please Play A Sad Song For Me...
I'M NOT SORRY
She was so upset and pissed… “You’re good darlin’ but your not th’ best…” She says she thinks that is so wrong of me not to let her think she is. She says I am a sorry bastard. She tells me I am worthless. I am silent as I drive her home. She continues to ask “why?” I am silent. She asks “Who is this whore?” I am silent…. I drop her off and she looks with sad eyes and says “I love you!” I am silent…. See… She was not the best, but she’s gone….
YEARS OF TH' FLOOD
She says “Will you please please take him home…”
I say “OK”
I know she wants him gone and I am not really ready for this since it’s a night I haven’t been drinking.
I know he hates me for the simple reason that I am waving his white flag… Who am I?
The short trip is forever long and we decide we are friends as we have done before. We disdain this moment. This moment where we have to admit we love each other as brothers but pride kills all hope…
We arrive as his spit hits my floorboard once again… I know why she wants him gone. I know while she’ll be here when she get’s off work.
I leave knowing.
I say “OK”
I know she wants him gone and I am not really ready for this since it’s a night I haven’t been drinking.
I know he hates me for the simple reason that I am waving his white flag… Who am I?
The short trip is forever long and we decide we are friends as we have done before. We disdain this moment. This moment where we have to admit we love each other as brothers but pride kills all hope…
We arrive as his spit hits my floorboard once again… I know why she wants him gone. I know while she’ll be here when she get’s off work.
I leave knowing.
OLDSMOBILE, ALABAMA
We head south on I81
To Chattanooga then further south to Alababam!
5th of MD… you know the kind that doctors my soul
The Rod starts a knockin you know his luck with automobiles.
The road starts a callin’ this exit with no appeal.
The next thing ya know, We gotta pay this Motel bill…
We get more dev’lry and more time to kill th’ time
We got this delivery that’ll never make it on time…
One day out and this revelry is burn to hell…
We start chuggin up north on th’ ol’ highway…
We got got deceived by a gal on th’ way
She left her baby in the th’ truck to stay
Mr. Policeman I do not know her ride
I did not capture her bundled joy inside
If you could tell that traffic man to shuffle us on up th’ line
Charleston Charleston.. Charleston Tennessee
This little joint with my hombre and me
We wait on th’ Metronome from Bristol Tennessee
Ten hours later th’ devils got my head
One more hour.. I hear about Saints Amen
She owes him a dollar for ev’ry nickle he spent
Click Clack tickin’ He arrives in time
This joint is a prison that’s been rollin’ like eyes
But the vision it saw… leaves a deaf man blind….
To Chattanooga then further south to Alababam!
5th of MD… you know the kind that doctors my soul
The Rod starts a knockin you know his luck with automobiles.
The road starts a callin’ this exit with no appeal.
The next thing ya know, We gotta pay this Motel bill…
We get more dev’lry and more time to kill th’ time
We got this delivery that’ll never make it on time…
One day out and this revelry is burn to hell…
We start chuggin up north on th’ ol’ highway…
We got got deceived by a gal on th’ way
She left her baby in the th’ truck to stay
Mr. Policeman I do not know her ride
I did not capture her bundled joy inside
If you could tell that traffic man to shuffle us on up th’ line
Charleston Charleston.. Charleston Tennessee
This little joint with my hombre and me
We wait on th’ Metronome from Bristol Tennessee
Ten hours later th’ devils got my head
One more hour.. I hear about Saints Amen
She owes him a dollar for ev’ry nickle he spent
Click Clack tickin’ He arrives in time
This joint is a prison that’s been rollin’ like eyes
But the vision it saw… leaves a deaf man blind….
LITHIUM TOX BOX
11 Days I was in th’ French country side and was comforted from those cold desert nights were ev’ry thing was a dangerous punk rock dream. Ya’ll had split and was taking pieces of me. I saw you in this ICU and you passed out. What!?! Does this blood scare you...? Are you afraid for my death or your own…? Meanwhile back at the ranch I am reaching… Reaching for the cage.
DOGS
She came in from th’ downfall. She never looked upset and I had dealt with her before so I’ve seen her at her no so finest. She came up to me. Does she remember me? Surely not… No way!
“Hey Mo’” she says to me.
“Hey KayKay” I say to this drenched ol’ goodtime gal.
“I’ve been kicked out by that fucker, can you give me a ride…”
I ponder and swallow hoping to get th’ most out of this but not shatter th’ shattered. “Sure the cars parked out in th’ back parking lot”
We walk to my old Chevy Caprice and get her inside where she sits there in silence.
…..
“I’m so tired of this…”
“I’m so tired of this bullshit”
To see a hooker cry is like watching a storm turn to a rainbow. You look at them as more human. You feel like as if you’d been baptized. Washed in th’ sins. It leaves you wrong. It leaves you.
(I wander how far this will go tonight?)
“Can you stop on State Street by the scaffold where I hid my things”
“Sure” I say.
Miles later we arrive at an old house with lots of broke down cars parked in front and on the side… she’s still crying.
“KayKay?”
“Yeah Mo‘”
“I wanna make love to you someday but you need sleep and I’m drunk. Your dog looks hungry…”
“I guess I should go Mo’ but I’ll see you soon…” ….. She says.
Your dog looks hungry… My dogs are tired.
“Hey Mo’” she says to me.
“Hey KayKay” I say to this drenched ol’ goodtime gal.
“I’ve been kicked out by that fucker, can you give me a ride…”
I ponder and swallow hoping to get th’ most out of this but not shatter th’ shattered. “Sure the cars parked out in th’ back parking lot”
We walk to my old Chevy Caprice and get her inside where she sits there in silence.
…..
“I’m so tired of this…”
“I’m so tired of this bullshit”
To see a hooker cry is like watching a storm turn to a rainbow. You look at them as more human. You feel like as if you’d been baptized. Washed in th’ sins. It leaves you wrong. It leaves you.
(I wander how far this will go tonight?)
“Can you stop on State Street by the scaffold where I hid my things”
“Sure” I say.
Miles later we arrive at an old house with lots of broke down cars parked in front and on the side… she’s still crying.
“KayKay?”
“Yeah Mo‘”
“I wanna make love to you someday but you need sleep and I’m drunk. Your dog looks hungry…”
“I guess I should go Mo’ but I’ll see you soon…” ….. She says.
Your dog looks hungry… My dogs are tired.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)