I got a car but the air run out
I got a place but the lease run out
I might be out about
For a change
Like a cheating husband
Or a pig on the range
All hunting something
And here I am
No job, no husband, no place to go
Maybe it's time to join the rodeo
If they had one or two on a big plateau
Oh
We are all in a human rodeo
Jump when I say and twirl a bit
Let me take your mouth off the spit
And put you in another ring to bide the time
And bring you out for a second time
Oh....everything is just so so
In the human rodeo
Monday, June 13, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
A Relationship Vomit
To be perfectly honest
I don’t have the stomach for it
I can’t rest upon it
A relationship vomit
Cop up the curdles
Rest up the vestibules
Light a few candles
Can’t clear the smell
Light a match, it will suite you well
The relationship vomit comet
It comes upon us all
When there’s nothing left within
And everything else falls
Did it come from the sky?
Nice try
You love to love nothing
And use everything
It serves one thing
It serves one thing
You’ll never love anything above yourself
You can drive miles of death
You’ll see nothing except yourself
In a coffin within yourself
Because you love nothing but yourself
And you don’t care about the things that count
Oh,,,,I guess you do have a count
On one hand,,,,,,about the people you understand
The girls you masturbate too
On so many video tubes
You can’t even give it up]
To a real girl a time or two
Just a waste of penis paste
A waste of time waste
Wipe it off and let it go
Or two, or three, or four, or one
It only takes one to get the job done
He doesn’t care….so debonair
Little does he know?
I was a pretty good show
But not now……….
Laugh it up and how….
I don’t have the stomach for it
I can’t rest upon it
A relationship vomit
Cop up the curdles
Rest up the vestibules
Light a few candles
Can’t clear the smell
Light a match, it will suite you well
The relationship vomit comet
It comes upon us all
When there’s nothing left within
And everything else falls
Did it come from the sky?
Nice try
You love to love nothing
And use everything
It serves one thing
It serves one thing
You’ll never love anything above yourself
You can drive miles of death
You’ll see nothing except yourself
In a coffin within yourself
Because you love nothing but yourself
And you don’t care about the things that count
Oh,,,,I guess you do have a count
On one hand,,,,,,about the people you understand
The girls you masturbate too
On so many video tubes
You can’t even give it up]
To a real girl a time or two
Just a waste of penis paste
A waste of time waste
Wipe it off and let it go
Or two, or three, or four, or one
It only takes one to get the job done
He doesn’t care….so debonair
Little does he know?
I was a pretty good show
But not now……….
Laugh it up and how….
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Black Canyon
There was a terrible murder in Plano, Texas. A man by the name of Terrance Black murdered his ex-girlfriend. Well, they haven't convicted him yet....but he dumped the body in Frisco,TX and left to go to the Grand Canyon. When he was acting crazy at the Canyon...they tried to catch him and he started running and jumped off a cliff. He survived because it was only 25 feet down......and is now awaiting murder charges. Susan Loper was her name. He destroyed her face. She was opening a Pilates studio and was getting on with her life. I guess he couldn't take the fact that she was doing it without him. It's such a shame. She was a beautiful girl. I never met her. But, nobody deserves to get punched so hard in the face as to not be recognizable. They had to use dental records.
Black Canyon
What were you thinking?
Driving round and round
Finding a place
On the ground
To dump the love
You never found?
What were you thinking?
When you went out of town
Trying to escape
That beautiful face?
By jumping off a vast landscape
To fill a void from the past
Of a love that didn’t last
Were you jealous of her success?
She asked for your advice
And you gave her your fist
Were you thinking
“There’s nobody else but me
You won’t need anybody else….
You’ll see”
What were you thinking?
Or don’t you know?
There’s always another rodeo?
With a tramp-o-light
Or a tramp-o-lean
Or with a Middle Aged Beauty Queen?
Did you get Her
With the first Swing?
No…I guess you didn’t
Scratching and clawing to fight for life
Pounding and Pounding till there was no light
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the worst degree
And now you’re gonna have fun
At Ellis Unit One
And a simple thing
Called a syringe
That solves one problem
For one thing
Better than jumping off 25 feet of stupid destiny
It’s easier to kill someone
Than to kill yourself
Except for Thelma and Louise
They did it in style
With a Leap of Faith
And a Smile
You’ve got neither
And never will
25 Feet of stupid destiny
Black Canyon
What were you thinking?
Driving round and round
Finding a place
On the ground
To dump the love
You never found?
What were you thinking?
When you went out of town
Trying to escape
That beautiful face?
By jumping off a vast landscape
To fill a void from the past
Of a love that didn’t last
Were you jealous of her success?
She asked for your advice
And you gave her your fist
Were you thinking
“There’s nobody else but me
You won’t need anybody else….
You’ll see”
What were you thinking?
Or don’t you know?
There’s always another rodeo?
With a tramp-o-light
Or a tramp-o-lean
Or with a Middle Aged Beauty Queen?
Did you get Her
With the first Swing?
No…I guess you didn’t
Scratching and clawing to fight for life
Pounding and Pounding till there was no light
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the worst degree
And now you’re gonna have fun
At Ellis Unit One
And a simple thing
Called a syringe
That solves one problem
For one thing
Better than jumping off 25 feet of stupid destiny
It’s easier to kill someone
Than to kill yourself
Except for Thelma and Louise
They did it in style
With a Leap of Faith
And a Smile
You’ve got neither
And never will
25 Feet of stupid destiny
Monday, March 14, 2011
Illuminating Effervescent Lighting Fog
It was right here
In front of my face
To save the world
To save Grace
On the tip of my tongue
Lightening strung
I gotta fight long
For the Hard One
For the
Illuminating
Effervescent
Lighting
Fog
It will kill us all
Once and for all
But wait
It was right here
At one time
Wasn’t it right?
And so sublime?
Oh, let’s not think of that
I need a beer
On the tip of your tongue
Could’ve saved millions
But I’m glad we can push buttons
Faster than the minions
Which you’ll soon become
Among
Work off the china man truck
Awe-So You white Man
I got Work for You
Clean up my Tsunami
It’s too Boo-Koo
We laughy laughy
At the whitey whitey
They always want to appear
Mighty mighty
Oh…me no understand
About your change
But I just plucked 50 down
On the Tokyo exchange
But…..it’s so rice to play me video games
To pass the time
Most involve crime
Tee hee hee
Just passing time until the template
Splits the world again
And makes another million batches of
Misfits and minions
To exploit the world again…I fear
Keep punching buttons
It make you happy
It keep you happy
Pass the Time
It’s Past Time
America - Meet The Soma Coma
A Brave New World
Just punch and punch and punch
See how far you can get
Oh….maybe that extra Easter Egg?
If you beg
American’s are pathetic
Resting on the laurels of past precedent
And even as I write this
They are trying to overthrow the governments
In some little land
Where I don’t give a damn.
Oh wait…yes…..there is a Modest Consideration I will shout out to the United States of America. Who Needs Wisconsin?
Canada can take Wisconsin. Give it to them. As a Grant. Here you go, Canada.
The New Big Fucking Deal. Right? It’s right on the border…well…almost. And frankly, everybody in America….and will speak for them…says….fuck you. And also, fuck the government. But I wasn’t kidding about Canada.
Hey you British people you
Wanna bunch of flag waving creepies
Who live in the sixties
And hasn’t read a newspaper in…….well
Centuries?
And we don’t care aboooot Wisconsin.
Grow a garden and get some sheep.
At least you’ll have some greens to give to the goats and a coat of many soiled colors that you can wrap around you hairless brains. Wisconsin Morons.
In front of my face
To save the world
To save Grace
On the tip of my tongue
Lightening strung
I gotta fight long
For the Hard One
For the
Illuminating
Effervescent
Lighting
Fog
It will kill us all
Once and for all
But wait
It was right here
At one time
Wasn’t it right?
And so sublime?
Oh, let’s not think of that
I need a beer
On the tip of your tongue
Could’ve saved millions
But I’m glad we can push buttons
Faster than the minions
Which you’ll soon become
Among
Work off the china man truck
Awe-So You white Man
I got Work for You
Clean up my Tsunami
It’s too Boo-Koo
We laughy laughy
At the whitey whitey
They always want to appear
Mighty mighty
Oh…me no understand
About your change
But I just plucked 50 down
On the Tokyo exchange
But…..it’s so rice to play me video games
To pass the time
Most involve crime
Tee hee hee
Just passing time until the template
Splits the world again
And makes another million batches of
Misfits and minions
To exploit the world again…I fear
Keep punching buttons
It make you happy
It keep you happy
Pass the Time
It’s Past Time
America - Meet The Soma Coma
A Brave New World
Just punch and punch and punch
See how far you can get
Oh….maybe that extra Easter Egg?
If you beg
American’s are pathetic
Resting on the laurels of past precedent
And even as I write this
They are trying to overthrow the governments
In some little land
Where I don’t give a damn.
Oh wait…yes…..there is a Modest Consideration I will shout out to the United States of America. Who Needs Wisconsin?
Canada can take Wisconsin. Give it to them. As a Grant. Here you go, Canada.
The New Big Fucking Deal. Right? It’s right on the border…well…almost. And frankly, everybody in America….and will speak for them…says….fuck you. And also, fuck the government. But I wasn’t kidding about Canada.
Hey you British people you
Wanna bunch of flag waving creepies
Who live in the sixties
And hasn’t read a newspaper in…….well
Centuries?
And we don’t care aboooot Wisconsin.
Grow a garden and get some sheep.
At least you’ll have some greens to give to the goats and a coat of many soiled colors that you can wrap around you hairless brains. Wisconsin Morons.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Is it Hard?
I’m not gonna make it as hard
As it wants to be
I’ll make it easier
Than it needs to be
Do I take a test?
And you do all the rest?
Maybe I’ll make it harder
Than it should be
And not as easy
As it needs to be
Hold it on the outside
And tight on the inside
Oh…..just a wannabe
In the heart
Should it start?
You aint too smart
But I’ll just lay it out
Without a shout
A wannabe
It takes some smarts
To deflect a few darts
In the heart
God,this is harder than it should be
And not as easy as it needs to be
As it wants to be
I’ll make it easier
Than it needs to be
Do I take a test?
And you do all the rest?
Maybe I’ll make it harder
Than it should be
And not as easy
As it needs to be
Hold it on the outside
And tight on the inside
Oh…..just a wannabe
In the heart
Should it start?
You aint too smart
But I’ll just lay it out
Without a shout
A wannabe
It takes some smarts
To deflect a few darts
In the heart
God,this is harder than it should be
And not as easy as it needs to be
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Ancient Aliens
You know, I’ve been hearing about ancient aliens coming from the sky to give us their wisdom, advice, warnings….and maybe just a general how do you do….and it got me thinking. There are so many commonalities to ancient structures such as pyramids, ladders, rock circles…formations either leading up to the sky or that can be seen from the heavens......maybe there is something to it.
Hum, is it mankind’s curiosity for finding truth that can lead him astray? Is the truth so alarming that a nice and tidy story is better than nothing? Maybe it’s better to think that the infinite number of stars that look like the skyline of Manhattan is actually some place just like it? If we can just reach out to one of those bright lights….maybe we can walk the Milky Way.
That’s why we build to the sky. We want to be part of the skyline. We want to be part of the bigger picture….part of the sum of the whole……instead of living in a black hole.
Have we figured out the secrets of the Gods? Do we know their powers? Did aliens visit us to give us knowledge to pass on to the masses? The chosen few?
Did Maslow have it right?
On the basic hierarchy needs
Food, shelter, Spirituality, Self Actualization?
What the hell?
Just another pyramid
I would like to give people credit for wisdom, truth and basically being good for the sake of being good. But, who am I kidding.
Maybe the only good people in this world didn’t come from here. You know, for better or worse, Jesus was an alien. A deity? A divine one? From the sky?
Jesus was an alien
Resurrection in the sky
Everyone who saw him said
Man, that guy could fly
He’s gonna come back someday
He saved us from our sins
But I have to consider another question
And, that question is……why?
Why save us from ourselves?
Are we all that bad?
Did you have to prove a point?
Why did you try?
Resurrection in the sky.
Thanks for the advice
Thanks for the wisdom
Thanks for the warnings
But what I already know will suffice
I know I’ve seen heaven
I know I’ve felt like hell
You can’t teach me about life
In a little parable
Leonardo was an alien
He liked to draw and illustrate
Hey didn’t preach but liked to pry
He got inspiration from the sky
Mona Lisa would be proud
She visited him while upon a cloud
Einstein had a full dance card
With alien visitations
They spoke, he listened
Just step here
Just step there
Follow me on the dance floor and
I’ll show you formulas…. Extraordinaire
It will be as if
Time stood still
Be sure to put……your best foot forward
If you will
Marx was an alien
He might’ve been a little misled
He believed in Utopia
He believed what the angels said
Hoover wasn’t an alien
But he was probed
Just like Sara Palin
Except she got probed
in the frontal lobe
Stephen Hawkins is not an alien
But that box surely is
That mind , that voice, those brilliant words
Definitely alien…..not his…..
Regan was an alien
He could talk to chimps
Why do you think he got along so well
With Congress?
Everything thinks Obama is an alien
I’m sure he would like to be
Given the state of the economy
He would like to say “Take me back to the mother planet
These people are crazy
I can’t handle it!”
I’m an alien
Take me back
To the mother planet
These people are crazy
I can’t handle it.
Look up to the stars
They look so divine
Like a Manhattan skyline
Let me have my day
And walk the Milky Way
I want to feel alive...to feel whole
Not like living in a black hole
Hum, is it mankind’s curiosity for finding truth that can lead him astray? Is the truth so alarming that a nice and tidy story is better than nothing? Maybe it’s better to think that the infinite number of stars that look like the skyline of Manhattan is actually some place just like it? If we can just reach out to one of those bright lights….maybe we can walk the Milky Way.
That’s why we build to the sky. We want to be part of the skyline. We want to be part of the bigger picture….part of the sum of the whole……instead of living in a black hole.
Have we figured out the secrets of the Gods? Do we know their powers? Did aliens visit us to give us knowledge to pass on to the masses? The chosen few?
Did Maslow have it right?
On the basic hierarchy needs
Food, shelter, Spirituality, Self Actualization?
What the hell?
Just another pyramid
I would like to give people credit for wisdom, truth and basically being good for the sake of being good. But, who am I kidding.
Maybe the only good people in this world didn’t come from here. You know, for better or worse, Jesus was an alien. A deity? A divine one? From the sky?
Jesus was an alien
Resurrection in the sky
Everyone who saw him said
Man, that guy could fly
He’s gonna come back someday
He saved us from our sins
But I have to consider another question
And, that question is……why?
Why save us from ourselves?
Are we all that bad?
Did you have to prove a point?
Why did you try?
Resurrection in the sky.
Thanks for the advice
Thanks for the wisdom
Thanks for the warnings
But what I already know will suffice
I know I’ve seen heaven
I know I’ve felt like hell
You can’t teach me about life
In a little parable
Leonardo was an alien
He liked to draw and illustrate
Hey didn’t preach but liked to pry
He got inspiration from the sky
Mona Lisa would be proud
She visited him while upon a cloud
Einstein had a full dance card
With alien visitations
They spoke, he listened
Just step here
Just step there
Follow me on the dance floor and
I’ll show you formulas…. Extraordinaire
It will be as if
Time stood still
Be sure to put……your best foot forward
If you will
Marx was an alien
He might’ve been a little misled
He believed in Utopia
He believed what the angels said
Hoover wasn’t an alien
But he was probed
Just like Sara Palin
Except she got probed
in the frontal lobe
Stephen Hawkins is not an alien
But that box surely is
That mind , that voice, those brilliant words
Definitely alien…..not his…..
Regan was an alien
He could talk to chimps
Why do you think he got along so well
With Congress?
Everything thinks Obama is an alien
I’m sure he would like to be
Given the state of the economy
He would like to say “Take me back to the mother planet
These people are crazy
I can’t handle it!”
I’m an alien
Take me back
To the mother planet
These people are crazy
I can’t handle it.
Look up to the stars
They look so divine
Like a Manhattan skyline
Let me have my day
And walk the Milky Way
I want to feel alive...to feel whole
Not like living in a black hole
Doves and Whistles
It’s not about doves and whistles
Or mystical metaphysicals
Gotta get from here to there
In a car - that’s gonna crash
In a car - I’m gonna trash
A vehicular homicide
I think it’s suicide
It’s not about young or old
Or power to be bold
Gotta get from here to there
Not in my shoes – cuz I’ll trip
Not in my shoes – to hell with it
I’ve gotta go somewhere
Gotta get from here to here
It’s somewhere
Out there
In a car
In my shoes
Gotta trip on the mystical
Meta-a-physicals
Trust the flight and what it takes
Doves and whistles
I see the flight and hear the signals
Or mystical metaphysicals
Gotta get from here to there
In a car - that’s gonna crash
In a car - I’m gonna trash
A vehicular homicide
I think it’s suicide
It’s not about young or old
Or power to be bold
Gotta get from here to there
Not in my shoes – cuz I’ll trip
Not in my shoes – to hell with it
I’ve gotta go somewhere
Gotta get from here to here
It’s somewhere
Out there
In a car
In my shoes
Gotta trip on the mystical
Meta-a-physicals
Trust the flight and what it takes
Doves and whistles
I see the flight and hear the signals
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