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.
Where is You?
Designer face, got designer clothes -
Designer bag, for your design nose -
Designer shoes to cover
Your pretty little feet.
Where is you?
Poorest boy, you need a toy -
Go get guitar, go get a drum -
Go get that thing, hold onto it.
Forget the hunger,
Hippopotamus.
Where is you?
Can you see what isn’t close to you?
Sadness is a part of everything.
Act like you’re strong, you’re acting still.
And in the end,
You would help.
Where is you?
Mao Power
Buddhist Rock, Becoming One
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 love,
Oh, what a world.
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’ll go
Back to Brooklyn, Love.
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’ll go
Back to Brookline, girl.
Been a long time gone
Look for love, cannot be found
In a day I’ll go
Back to Brooklyn, love.
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.
Been a long time gone
Look for love, cannot be found
In a day I’ll go
Back to Brookline, girl.
Scene Machine
He’s a scene machine;
He’s a brandy 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
Your suitcase, man.
Go document it
And call it art;
We went to save
The Lexicon.
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.
I like God,
He’s money,
Oh yeah, he’s
Money.
Safety First
Sorrow for the sunlight man,
He always walks around the same.
Pour my coffee bitter man,
Subtle are the art remains.
Crawling up the carpet walls,
For the feeling you lost in the;
Talk of objects, talk of love
Leads to fear some of your parts.
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.
Potluck judges at the house;
Governor falling onto me.
Sadness for the sad revival;
I ain’t no Kant, you ain’t no cunt.
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.
Go on making light of it,
I have to know the people’s shit.
Keep your feelings out of art;
Got to kick the mannequin.
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.