The Dying Schools
Making violence by your home
In sacred wealth to pass the day;
Foreign roads and well lit stores
While eat the poor in target hall.
Drive fast today, the gangs behind;
They close the deal with powered death.
You want their land to fill your walls,
No rest for free while in the land.
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools.
Suing death you will not win;
Poison make and laugh behold,
The poor, the fool, the violence by,
And while the war is standing by;
The war began without a glance –
It’s good to see more suicide.
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools.
Your numbers shine, go dust them now.
They do not live without the sun;
The Earth machine, the power play
Of public shares and puppet banks.
Without the bombs, the killing fields.
All at once go block the doors;
Once they clear the world of you,
They start again the greedy men.
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools.
Rise up the walls, the seas, the tide;
And while the war is standing by;
You must bite the devil’s throat
And go outside to use your skin.
Every art will now be sold;
Among the wire mesh of souls.
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools.
The Love Idea
Everything is named;
All styles and everything
We put into a box.
Every study has a name; this style suck, end;
The pleasures on the inside mind, body, bank.
Now when you go out looking
I’ll tell you what you’ll find;
The bullshit train, the trashcans full.
You’ll hear all the voices, all the noisy teachers,
No one teaches Truth.
So what you going to do?
Gonna build a better bomb,
Gonna make another mall.
It’s like the rabbi said
And Bobby Rabyd’s dead.
What would be your will
If you could own the world?
Now if we lived in public everyone could learn.
We could watch the sacred puppets try to be
The men.
Personal crusader spiders went out weaving,
Spiders weaving Christ. The players at the turnstyle
Trade suicide for brawn; a name is on the can.
So what you going to do?
Gonna build a better bomb,
Gonna make another mall.
It’s like the rabbi said
And Bobby Rabyd’s dead.
What would be your will
If you could own the world?
And words like line and line like song.
You must know the price, that choosing is the life.
Ask for simple pieces and hope for better ones;
Get lost in Babylon until you find the love.
Saluting to the tribe, grumpy men with wives,
I ride a bike.
So what you going to do?
Gonna build a better bomb,
Gonna make another mall.
It’s like the rabbi said
And Bobby Rabyd’s dead.
What would be your will
If you could own the world?
That’s the Love Idea, Bill,
That’s the Love Idea.
Carnivore
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
Says she wants a weatherman
But I am a storm
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
I wish I never knew
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
Temperate or tropical
She is a carnivore
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
I wish I never knew
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
I see everything
A panopticon
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
I wish I never knew
Lovers for Life
There you go man, there is your prize
You fell from the sky onto me.
I have the Earth now, you have my bride.
You fell from the sky onto me.
So I said to the sparrow, come take me now,
Come take me now.
I sat on the hill and I cried.
I can’t make you love me,
You either do or you don’t.
I can’t make you love me.
Pend Oreille
Highway 95.
4 by 4 is on.
The biggest lake, mama, in Idaho.
Don’t want to say it wrong.
Your waters quietly sun-bleach
the sunken trees and submarines.
Yet I dare not say your name –
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille
Of you I said I’m fond –
Before I moved out West.
A bird of death now drawn
Forever on your breast.
I look into your eyes –
The bottom of my steps;
I cannot catch my breath,
I cannot say it back.
Yet I dare not say her name –
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille
I said goodbye to Sam
Gone back to Oklohell.
Montana on my mind –
Shooting ne’er-do-wells.
Pend Oreille
I ask your name.
In waves of gravity
My body falls away,
My body falls away.
Yet I dare not say your name
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille
One Foot in the Universe
Bumpy road to write upon,
Highway stretches on and on;
All the clouds that show the rain;
At the side of the road, a blood stain.
Broken yellow line for passing;
Concrete highway everlasting;
Red light, taillight, line of cars;
Road a mess of cracks and tar;
Oh the sound of falling water;
On the road to see my father.
Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you can buy,
Somehow you get by
We stripped the world of earth and wood;
We cut the rock, we cut the lathe;
You take the bad, you take the good;
You take them both and there you have.
Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you can buy,
Somehow you get by
One foot in the universe,
One foot, one;
One foot in the universe.
Moon With a View
I got a place I live on the moon
Don’t have to chill with any you fools;
Grow my own crops in special made pods;
I got sanctioned to grow my plantation from God.
I like it here, it looks like it may be
getting crowded down there.
I like it here, it looks like it may be
getting crowded down there.
Just me and my wifey, the little boy’s fixed;
No ethics to ponder when there ain’t any kicks.
Big as the sky, you’re waving me down;
I’m out on the moon putting seeds in the ground.
Give it all, give it all to the third world;
Looks like it may be crowded down there.
Give it all, give it all to the third world;
Looks like it may be crowded down there.
Two thousand one martians are short;
Little boy blue genetics cold sore.
Sentenced to die drowning in hate;
It’s just me here and you’re on the moon.
Oceans will rise, activists limp;
Born overboard, born in the end.
Sentenced to die drowning in hate;
It’s just me here and you’re on the moon.
Keep my luggage in a crater, dude
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 words 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
Made for a perfect world
When the sunlight
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 see;
Girls she see the colors,
Colors when I see.
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 see;
Girls she see the colors,
Colors when I see.
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.