Casey Hallas Art

Perfect Song

A perfect song
With midi cruise control
And accents on the dole
And slide control scale manipulates

A perfect song
For ultraviolet minds
And word in haste to
Finish it up strong
Driving on the Autobahn
You’re free

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Two clowns in a corner
Make me laugh

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Two clowns in a corner
Make me laugh

A perfect song
Like Americans
With blinking lights
And interface design
Dying on the Autobahn
You’re free

A perfect song
With made for a perfect world
When sunlight shines
Shines on you today
SPF you’re getting old
With grace

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Work on your appearance
It’s the 90’s man

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Work on your appearance
It’s the 90’s man

With melodies
And harmonies
Backbeat to save
The whales
Pachoili, sandwich sales
Across the sky

With melodies
And harmonies
Backbeat to save
The whales
Hormones need the whales
To set me free

Color is a Whore

Five feet above you
And coming to the stores,
Color is a whore.

The librarian is old,
Our books are getting warm;
Color is a whore.

I must be a monster,
Like my mother said;
Color is a whore.

Like her father was,
Boats floating in a bottle;
Color is a whore.

Girl she sees the colors,
Colors when I sing;
Girls she see the colors,
Colors when I sing.

Marching bands are bored;
Swords swallowing a sword.
Color is a whore.

I’m playing with the Dead,
Will retire when I’m ahead
Color is a whore.

I must be a monster
Like my mother says;
Color is a whore.

Like her father was,
Boats floating in a bottle.
Color is a whore.

Girl she sees the colors,
Colors when I sing;
Girls she see the colors,
Colors when I sing.

Weeds

Say you’re done with Americans,

I’m done with dirty blondes.
You can get 
but cannot give,

Can warm but cannot burn.

Yeah, I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall;
Yeah, you’re glowing, weeds grow tall.
Know what you’re knowing, you know it all;
I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall.

Dance for me a song alone

And you ask what is within.
In words our essence
, Pheromone;
It was so, 
it was not sewn.

Yeah, I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall;
Yeah, you’re glowing, weeds grow tall.
Know what you’re knowing, you know it all;
I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall.

And the song 
that springs within
,
It is from
 the river Love.
Try not to care
 is not the same,
Is not the same
 as caring not.

Yeah, I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall;
Yeah, you’re glowing, weeds grow tall.
Know what you’re knowing, you know it all;
I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall.

Peas in a Pod

Same untied shoes,
Same licking wounds;
Yeah put me in
the damaged camp;
And when my hands
shoot rubberbands;
Delinquent with
a faith in me.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.

Same heart attack,
Same bones we know;
Same frozen face
down in the snow.
My new guitar,
A classic tone;
And I need
what I don’t know.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.

Some day our kitchen
Filled with light;
And friends come here
To sit for wine;
A body for
a waking mind;
Touching me,
Not buying time.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.

And then again
you raise your own;
And they forgot
to understand.
How heavenly
the flowerpot
I have wings
and wind below.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.