Trade Me
Trade me out of this atmosphere
Trade me to a new frontier
Trade me to a whole New World
Trade me…I want out of here
Up on the block
And such a bargain
Barkers bark
It’s a human auction
Aint worth a damn
Aint worth an ounce
Gold is high
And I am low
Not a bad price to pay
Just trade me away
I gotta get out of this atmosphere
I gotta get to a new frontier
Ounce for ounce I aint worth a damn
Trade me to Afghanistan
Weigh me Troy, for I have sinned
I should’ve saved, must make amends
Exploding stars are all to blame
Egyptian gold on the plains
Can a trade for a job well done?
Can I trade to be the chosen one?
Can I trade you to believe in me?
Can I split the sea?
Can you trade me?
Life is a deal
And a deal is a trade
Let me know what you want
And a deal can be made
Get me out of here
Out of this atmosphere
Is true joy a lie? No, it's just elusive at times. We have skewed expectations.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Tossing Out Film
My Ode to Film...since I've tossed out so many pictures and film lately.....it sucks...but that's what it is. Prior to digital. It was all we had. I kind of liked it that way. But, that's just me.
Like holes
On film rolls
You can't see it
Until the final outcome
It helps to move along the process
The beauty
Or the mistake
But to anticipate the fate
Of a picture
On a roll
Of film
Was it worth the wait?
Like holes
On film rolls
On both sides
Rolling around
Twist it once
You'll get the picture
At the end of the roll
You'll see the development
You'll see things
Exposed
You'll see things
Beautiful and hatelful
Great and stupid
Of youth and beauty
And life in between
Pick it up
Put it in your hands
Toss it in the trash
If you don't give a damn
Pictures in a box
Paper in your face
Throw it out
Ain't no disgrace
We got digital pictures
Tons and tons
Isn't it funny
We only see them once?
It's a virtual world
A trash can culture
Everything is tossed
And nothing matters
In a virtual world
Are you sure the pictures you see are really what you see?
Did you experience it?
Or is it all in your mind?
Or you just don't need anybody.
Not even a phone
A computer will do
In a virtual world
You see what you see
Toss what you toss
And nothing matters
Like eggshells scattered
Like holes
On film rolls
You can't see it
Until the final outcome
It helps to move along the process
The beauty
Or the mistake
But to anticipate the fate
Of a picture
On a roll
Of film
Was it worth the wait?
Like holes
On film rolls
On both sides
Rolling around
Twist it once
You'll get the picture
At the end of the roll
You'll see the development
You'll see things
Exposed
You'll see things
Beautiful and hatelful
Great and stupid
Of youth and beauty
And life in between
Pick it up
Put it in your hands
Toss it in the trash
If you don't give a damn
Pictures in a box
Paper in your face
Throw it out
Ain't no disgrace
We got digital pictures
Tons and tons
Isn't it funny
We only see them once?
It's a virtual world
A trash can culture
Everything is tossed
And nothing matters
In a virtual world
Are you sure the pictures you see are really what you see?
Did you experience it?
Or is it all in your mind?
Or you just don't need anybody.
Not even a phone
A computer will do
In a virtual world
You see what you see
Toss what you toss
And nothing matters
Like eggshells scattered
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Pundits are the New Religion
Pundits are the new religion
They don’t have a pulpit
But hell let’s just listen
TV is religion.
Go from it….and you might find redemption.
Pundits are the new religion
How do I know?
I’ve listened to them well
I’m a liberal
According to them
I’m going straight to hell
Better shave off my hooves
And take care of the horns
Pundits
Are
The New Religion
Just Listen
Look into the sky
It’s all good
You’ll love it
The people that rule the world
Oh…..do you want to travel
Sit in a lobby…at a hotel?
With a lobbyist?
Oh…that will turn out well
He’ll tell you things about how things work
He can circle jerk under a flowing skirt
He can tell many things about everything
And go to Cape Code….hell….dang…this is the thing.
Pundits are the new religion
I’ll take what you say
I’ll take what you say
I’ll take what you say
They don’t have a pulpit
But hell let’s just listen
TV is religion.
Go from it….and you might find redemption.
Pundits are the new religion
How do I know?
I’ve listened to them well
I’m a liberal
According to them
I’m going straight to hell
Better shave off my hooves
And take care of the horns
Pundits
Are
The New Religion
Just Listen
Look into the sky
It’s all good
You’ll love it
The people that rule the world
Oh…..do you want to travel
Sit in a lobby…at a hotel?
With a lobbyist?
Oh…that will turn out well
He’ll tell you things about how things work
He can circle jerk under a flowing skirt
He can tell many things about everything
And go to Cape Code….hell….dang…this is the thing.
Pundits are the new religion
I’ll take what you say
I’ll take what you say
I’ll take what you say
Sunday, July 24, 2011
I Killed Amy Winehouse
I killed Amy Winehouse
I’ve tried for some time
With pills and thrills and atomic drills
I even tried to kill with wine.
I shot her in the arm
I shot her in the heart
I shot her so much
She lost her art
I tried to pull back but she liked to stay
She wouldn’t have it any other way
I loved her and she loved me
Paying me nickels, dimes and pennies
I’ll take it all and love the view
In my penthouse apartment on Park Avenue
Oh, you think I have anything better to do?
The devil you say…..hell I’ve got a crew
I loved Amy Winehouse
And I know that she loved me
Velvet kisses of numbing love
You can’t get that from above
Only from me
Because you know
I’m the king
Of down below
From down here it’s ever clear
That Amy Winehouse has come home
And built a house all her own
Address is always the same
27th street next to Drop Dead Lane
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_27s:_The_Greatest_Myth_of_Rock_%26_Roll
I’ve tried for some time
With pills and thrills and atomic drills
I even tried to kill with wine.
I shot her in the arm
I shot her in the heart
I shot her so much
She lost her art
I tried to pull back but she liked to stay
She wouldn’t have it any other way
I loved her and she loved me
Paying me nickels, dimes and pennies
I’ll take it all and love the view
In my penthouse apartment on Park Avenue
Oh, you think I have anything better to do?
The devil you say…..hell I’ve got a crew
I loved Amy Winehouse
And I know that she loved me
Velvet kisses of numbing love
You can’t get that from above
Only from me
Because you know
I’m the king
Of down below
From down here it’s ever clear
That Amy Winehouse has come home
And built a house all her own
Address is always the same
27th street next to Drop Dead Lane
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_27s:_The_Greatest_Myth_of_Rock_%26_Roll
Monday, June 13, 2011
Human Rodeo
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
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
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
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