Gonna drown the northern stars and float upon the lake
Diving into melody like wheat beneath the sand
November days seem all too real, like life upon a strand
Gravity repeats itself, there’s no one left that’s real
We’ll Twirl
I’m gonna arrive this time
You know I’ll dive in time and twirl
All the days fly by like air and stretched beyond our minds
Our mission’s changed and rearranged and all is left to bear
Like summer time on Bleecker street when we tried to solve the world
Now trains fly back to gravity descending in the trees
We’ll Twirl
I’m gonna arrive this time
You know I’ll dive in time and twirl
The lake floods up, the dog’s had enough
We’ll float away and pretend that we’re young
But, when? There’s nothing left, we’ll die in the lights
Conceal in depth, and twirl away
All the stars posses the tale that filter thru our minds
I want to taste mid summer moon until it’s shown the door
But passing breeze down Holland drive persuades us both to glance
And when we tried to speak of it we both flew toward the sun
We’ll Twirl
I’m gonna arrive this time
You know I’ll dive in time and twirl
The lake floods up, the dog’s had enough
We’ll float away
Until then, we’ll drink the light
Forget the depth, and twirl away
Charlatans unwind where the experts cannot find
Their brains to cork them and steal their wives
Under an April haze the shanty virgin plays
Away and drinks from level headed minds
Trudging through the sea snakes
A Jersey family on leave
And all I want to be is
A Delphic prophecy for free
Neo-oracles compress the time
And open up my mind
Empiricists and pragmatists
Debate along the narrow crowded strip
Now the light turned grim
Won’t you tend to me
I’m unclean
Farezhaka plays on a teenage radio wave
The hits endure every motion hammered down
The hardcore mothers bake a cookie with no taste
And blame the oven for teaching Jimmy all the bad words
And we’re teaching
Jimmy
And he’s reaching
This here’s a song about me and you, me and you, me and you
Tell me all about the birds and bees gently
I’m so tired
This here’s a song about white lies, white lies, white lies
I’m frightened cause I know too much
Too much stuff, too much much
I’m not your one I’m merely here
The purse is cursed a citizen’s arrest
Monsooned in Guam
I’m building for the island
Monsooned in Guam
Pacific little island
I took a boat into the ring of fire
I built a home upon a funeral pyre
I went to Guam to sell what I perspire
The natives bought and plotted to conspire
Monsooned in Guam
I’m building for the island
Monsooned in Guam
Pacific little island
I defer to what you’re thinking
But resolve has turned to blush
Determined to make sense of language
That I use to tell you stuff
The place was worth the trouble
To finalize random thoughts
You call me stone and I’ll call you fascist
Dig a trench and take cover
Step back from Monterey and escape the rain
It’s not the day you intended it to be
I give you credit for the canon
And your brain of barbed wire
Send in the cutter then you’ll listen
Insurrection has begun
So I dress the occupation
Stoic-faced with reason’s gun
Desperately I never wanted
Our situation to run blood
If you’re laid to rest under a dream’s arrest
It’s ubiquity deliberately concealed
The joggers all line up at the jump of the gun
It’s all periphery and staged authentically
Move the sun now there’s no excuse to blame
Put it in the ocean so we can draw the shades
Sleep in an ice cube you’ll shiver but you’re safe
Run through molasses you’ll never get away
Don’t wake up
It’s bad luck
Waiting all day
To get someone to stay, to get someone away
The fantasies abate when minds become inept
The music slowly fades and things don’t look the same
It’s so prodigious when youth had reigned supreme
The weightlessness remains it’s chemically arranged
Speak with language and watch the words suspend
Go to work now tomorrow you will play
Shape the atoms and build yourself a pet
Feed the wavelength and suckle from the breast
And you don’t wake up
It’s bad luck
Waiting all day
To get someone to stay
To get someone away
Up too high tonight, far from a Jersey night
Trade the spoon for liquid mainstream
We’ll never get ahead of a house that’s made of lead
Close the door now watch the mercury
Trying to get back to better
And bide my time for you and me
It’s all in your head another year has bled
The sand of such uncertainty
Forget it all from when the winter never ends
Drain the things that bend and wash away
Trying to get back to better
And bide my time for you and me
I’ve gone farther than I should
I didn’t think to stop to think about the words I wrote
And then the blood pouring through the phone
I couldn’t stop to blink I just kept thinking of the words
Brace the walls from crushing everything
And leave the breeze for all to breathe
She wondered what’s in store
The man the beast so what the hell is she settlin’ for?
In the dark falling through the door
He looked out through the window and what did he see?
Electric concrete
Yeah they twisted like a top
Confusion spun the stuff of something pure into slop
But the oil painting on the wall
The candyapple girl mustn’t believe in silly dreams
Tend to the walls and keep them nice and thin
The neighbors always entertain
And stuff the holes with plastic novelties
And keep something for yourself
I would like to cut this tree but I can’t do it alone
The branches reach beyond the stars it’s really too much work
Bring a saw or bring a crane depends on who I ask
There’s so much to consider when taking on this task
Canopy monkey
Old friend I know
Canopy monkey
Old friend don’t go
I would like to defend this it’s really for the best
I much prefer a blackened earth than to put up with these bugs
Bring a gun and leave your brain there’s so much good to do
Leave it where you always keep it amongst the sewer food
Canopy monkey
Old friend I know
Canopy monkey
Old friend don’t go
I must always hold the demons away
Sometimes I don’t really mean what I say
Search through spare change when all I need is a buck
Sometimes I buy what is unhealthy for me
Some kings would have died, for a piece of the sky
To me it’s just another place to walk the dog
Never once did another ever lie, that’s ridiculous that person always reaches for the pie
That’s all I know
Through the screen door of my mind’s fragile eye
Filters out the stuff that should no longer be there
Encroaching limits they puzzle time
When will I find the day to say that you’re always on my mind
Someday you will find there’s more to me than just my size
I have feelings and a decency so try and show the same
The most attractive thing to find is a head with a brain and a thought that always wonders why
That’s all I know
I don’t understand
Why you try to deny me of the things that I love
I don’t understand
Why you try and steal away my ample precious time
She’s been waiting for this time
Reputation precedes her lines
Of pastel nightmares and fits in the night
And all the bachelors cling to the bar
Everyone shaking their rum and cokes
Placated junkies pile into a truck
The streets are calm now for awhile
And all the bachelors cling to the bar
Strange place to hang out
Carbonated fishtanks to daydream
Bachelor number one is a broken salesman
And smell so unclean
She’s not clowning around, don’t bet on everyone
She’s not clowning around, don’t bet on everyone
Here comes the sun, there goes the moon
And weekdays don’t move like time in childhood
Here’s a mistake, give us a break
We’re all unsure so why don’t you stay for tea?
She can move and thwart the sleazy subtleties of morons
Bachelor number two is a high-priced lawyer and smells like a pine tree
She separates the men from silly college boys who can drink
Bachelor number three is king of the alphas and she doesn’t blink
She doesn’t blink
She’s not clowning around, don’t bet on everyone
She’s making rounds, so bet on everyone
They never had a chance
With a dame with class
So the games go on
Till the break of dawn
You know the way I’m missing
These eyes dispel the myth that I got my shit together
And the pieces I thought would fit
By now the sun imploded
That’s what I said last year
Yet when I get my mail I shield my face from the thing I thought would die
Young men falter in ideology
Meet Mr. Destiny
Peter Sellers was great in Being There
He walked on water
His garden debonair
Manumission change position set me up with acreage
Manumission change position set me up with acreage
This is my epilogue for the mavericks
Meet Mr. Destiny
“I’m not yours is mine” the bastard said to me
He told me anything to break me down
Manumission change position…
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