Making Art
I create culture for imaginary people because I don’t have real people to share culture with.
The Soundtrack
The soundtrack to my life is the music I’ve written.
Someone
You can take home to mom(s) and/or dad(s).
I Am
I’m a grownup.
What’d you call me?
Remembering
Remembering.
Remembering.
Why you look so sad girl?
You’ve got a Chad girl.
I ain’t got nobody.
Why’d I have to see?
Along to the song I wrote for love…
Along to the song I wrote for you.
Along to the song I wrote for love…
Sing along to this song.
A man buries sorrow
In his heart for what he loves.
He hopes that it flowers –
That it grows into peace.
Sing along to the song I wrote for love…
Sing along to the song I wrote for you.
Sing along to the song I wrote for love…
Sing along to the song.
A man buries sorrow
In his heart for what he loves.
He hopes that it flowers –
That it grows into peace.
Sing along to the song I wrote for love…
Sing along to the song I wrote for you.
Sing along to the song I wrote for love…
Sing along to the song.
I don’t feel justified,
I don’t feel right.
I did what I had to
To survive.
I’d Say
If I ever met Gigi Hidad I’d say,
“You should be a model!”
I May…
OK I may be a little immature.
DNA Results
A.C.O.D.
Travelers in time get a check,
They go town to town following Flesh;
Funny thing is they’re not ever there.
Not like the man who goes to work,
He doesn’t have that many days off.
I know a guy, goes to the Met;
Goes to the park, fishing days off;
The new Avant-Garde,
It isn’t Avant-Garde at all
We live in a house like the rest;
Our place has four walls closing in.
We try to forget what we learned
Is it right or is it wrong
When we read that funny guy Karl?
Cellular life, creepier thoughts;
Look in the sky, it’s getting thin.
The new science kids,
I don’t think they really get off.
They say you can be whatever you want;
Sounds great to me, I want to make art.
The places for me are run by the state.
I only want to find a way out,
I gave it all up for somebody’s cause
ACOD volatile me;
had to grow up when I was three.
I want to be loved, I don’t believe
A drug can do that.
I met you blind,
I met you blind when I met you stoned;
Later on love, later on when we get alone;
Try to love me, I’ll ruin your life.
I Won’t Learn to Lie
Behind these homes
Behind these homes
Is a road
The road that we’re on
Taking us somewhere
Beyond
Not from here
Somewhere safe enough
To bear
I may write
Some time
Master teaching
To be getting over self
You had an
Easy life
Can’t you tell
He is bleeding
On the shelf
The lord is made
Of wine
I me mine me
I’m not good
Enough to be
I won’t learn to lie
Whisper it here
Whisper it is what you say
Say it to me
Hey if it’s what you’re
Thinking
No friend of mine
Would think to
Put me on
The right
I may write
Some time
Be a man
Sticks and stones
Will break my hands
I won’t learn to lie
It’s a chore
And all you
Want to drink
Is more
And love you’re
Never fun
I me mine me
I’m not good enough
To be
I won’t learn
To lie
Making the bread
Making the bread
Made of death
Eating the bread
Eating and freezing
The rest
I’d like to learn
To be reborn
Without the pain
Choking on my
Smile
I me mine me
I’m not good enough
To be
I won’t
Learn to lie
I’m sorry I came
I’m sorry I got in
The way
I’ll just go on
The way that it
Always has been
Sit at home
Sit at mine and want you gone
I won’t learn to lie
Sit at home
Sit at mine and want you gone
I should be a mime
Sit at my home
Sit at mine and want you gone
I won’t learn to lie
Sit at home
Sit at mine and want you gone
I won’t learn to lie