THE JOBIST

It's Philosophy not Religion
That makes a Blind Man
Weep
At The Days Sunset...

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.

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...

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....

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...

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..... !!!!!

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.

THA' OL' "BAKKY IN"STRY HAS RUIN MY SOUTH!!!!!

"Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette..."

THE PLUMBER

Picasso Blue!?!

I've never painted in Picasso Blue before!!!!!

YAYUHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!!

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.

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…

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.

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….

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...

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.

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….

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.