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.
Peas in a Pod
Same untied shoes,
Same licking wounds;
Yeah put me in
the damaged camp;
And when my hands
shoot rubber bands;
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 you
Not biding 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.
Mango Sticky Rice
you’re the man you’re the devil man
you’re the one who knows it all
you’re the one – triumphant sentence john
you’re the one who owns it all
million children here before me
million children they have squirt guns
I like silence, I like mangos
just go have them wrap you up one
do you see my little thing
do you feel all the shame
do you feel – triumphant sentence john
do you feel anything
Ecclesiastes it is nothing
Ecclesiastes watching TV
I like starlight I like oceans
Ecclesiastes watching King Kong
you’re the man you’re the devil man
you’re the one who knows it all
you’re the one – triumphant sentence john
you’re the one who owns it all
be a winner be a christian
be an other be a victim
do you see it when it hurts you
don’t you want to become empty
buddhist rock becoming one
Long Time Gone
I’m a man who walked the world,
Walked the world in search of home,
I’m a man.
I had a girl, she walked away,
Walked away because she can,
I was her man.
Been a long time gone;
Look for love cannot be found;
In a day I will go
Back to Brooklyn, girl.
In this world you have to be a fool
to look for love, for what it’s worth,
I am a fool.
And in this world, you have to work,
Work until your bones are broken down;
What a world
Been a long time gone;
Look for love, cannot be found;
In a day I will go
Back to Brookline, girl.
Been a long time gone
Look for love, cannot be found
In a day I will go
Back to Brooklyn, girl.
I had a girl, she walked away,
Walked away because she can;
I was her man.
I had a girl, she walked away,
Walked away because she can;
I was her man.
Scene Machine
He’s a scene machine;
He’s a branded queen.
Can’t get the staff
To stay on task.
Just say the word,
Thy will be done;
On Earth
as it is in Leather.
A gallery, an opening,
A concert hall, the new book club;
I don’t want to die,
I want to live forever
And set the people free;
In a moment child,
Freedom is a feeling,
And love is like a thought.
It’s 1910, once again;
With cameras in our suitcase, man.
Go document it and call it art –
We went to save the Lexican.
A gallery, an opening,
A concert hall, the new book club;
I don’t want to die,
I want to live forever
And set the people free;
In a moment child,
Freedom is a feeling,
And love is like a thought.
Die young, oh die young;
You can live forever
Thinking you’re the scene machine.
Die young, oh die young;
You can live forever
Thinking you’re the scene machine.
Safety First
Sorrow for the sunlight man,
He always walks around the same.
Pour my coffee bitter man,
Subtle are the art remains.
Here I am, that’s all of me,
My blood my brain like river floods;
Some of us have more than love,
Some put safety first.
Dinner with the family;
Jack and Jill went up my sleeve.
Ordinary’s just my view,
Overdrawn below the law.
Here I am, that’s all of me,
My blood my brain like river floods;
Some of us put layers on,
Some put safety first.
Posters of the football gods;
Posters of the poster sluts.
Shadows on the open road
In the cartoon universe.
Here I am, that’s all of me,
My blood my brain like river floods;
Some of wear hearts on sleeves,
Some put safety first.
Here I am, that’s all of me,
My blood my brain like river floods;
All of you are acting strange,
Some put safety first.
Like the Bird
Like the bird I fall;
Like the Earth I crawl.
Like the sand I am glass;
Like the first I am last.
I am number four
Tell the curtain I am drawn;
Tell the window I can see.
Tell the trees, that I am Quinn,
Tell the darkness I can win.
I am number three
Of the many we are few;
Of the lonely we are two.
It’s a symbol, not a mask;
Of the equal, we are less.
I am number two
She don’t know my poetry;
She don’t know it’s like;
Not like you, you walked in fire,
Not like you, you are mine.
I will wait for you
I will wait for you
I will wait for you
I will wait for you