Hooray for Hollywood
shiny impulse
Just Like The Tinman
what a little gothic mess you've become
Chromatic Breeze
seraph sounding soul searching
Good Christian
alone is when you get to thinking
Blunt and Dull
Heavyweight
Liquor Store Clerk
Eyes Tight Shut
Transition
Indifference
Blind-Spot
Sleeping In
nice guy nice wife nice haircut
maybe we should get together
make him our president
or we could turn him into a
big network broadcast journalist
just throw on a nice suit
and set him behind this desk
wouldn't people believe him
wouldn't you believe him
big smile big eyes big paycheck
we haven't seen enough of her yet
get makeup back on the set
ready for a close up
someone get her clothes off
the public can't seem to get enough
of her face i mean i want her
wouldn't you want her
wouldn't everyone want her
cute kid cute dog good concept
let's get someone working on the playset
we'll have a full line of toys by next week
we'll even have some cheap ones
to give away at the places they eat
script should be ready soon
we already have a line on a morning cartoon
we're talking behind the scenes book publication
it's sure to sweep the entire nation
the public gets what the public wants
a hardocore photo shoot
a kid beating space juggernauts
who cares about reality anymore
on with the show
walla walla shiny impala
drivin on down
just drivin on down
to my cortex or my feet
wherever you can find my direction
that's where this impala is headin
oh and it looks like new
like my attitude
but it's the same old shit
never quits
never quits
quite yet
cause i filled it with high octane
this stuff could fly a jet
and i cruise on outa here
too late to beat last year
but in the end
or was it in the Ned
damn can't get it out of my head
cause a car is just too big
even an impala
algae and me sit in the still waters
floating just above the brackish depths
choking on too much sunlight
we've suddenly lost our appetite
watching you dance and sing in the sun drenched meadows
just three steps short of being nowhere on a sunny afternoon
and you're still happy just to be alive and walking
but let me tell you sister
i am so over it already
me and the algae are about tired of your nonsense
so shape up or go dance on the greener side of the fence
we were busy skulking and soaking in this pool of filth and misery
we have no need to get caught up in your i'm soooooo very happy
what you have is a sickness we are loathe to touch
now settle down or beat it before you rub off on us too much
algae and me we drift slowly purposefully
blanketing the surface so nobody sees the depths we conceal
just like the tin man we have no hearts
cause hearts only hurt and never heal
but unlike foolish storybook characters
we do not go looking around for some wizard
to give us heart shaped clock answers
algae and me are just fine without things like you
and your mad dance
we believe that life is best spent
without hurry or worry
just one long slow spin above the darkness
that waits to claim us all.
what a little gothic mess you've become
say good-bye to your garish dresses
you were so used to wearing
clothe yourself in shades of darkness
cause darling you are so depressing
now say hello to those pointed fingers
comments behind hands with laughter
but shouldn't they look into a mirror
see how they've become the disaster
maybe behind the makeup
you have your mind made up
but now that you've sent your message
isn't it time to stop being so depressing
I learned a new word today
Fighter
deadly grace, beautiful in fury.
Chrome plated eagle
No evolution of nature's design,
for it wasn't
nature's intent to have a
man made predator
of man,
Lord how it moves
racing faster then the sounds
it leaves in its wake.
Makes the winds
seemingly stand still,
as if they could only
stop
and watch in awe.
So very tiny
you can hold it in
the cup of your hand.
Yet, you can feel its
thunder and know its size
none the less.
Up and down
through every dimension
it whirls and spins,
held up by invisible strings
like a marionette
dancing in the sky.
seraph sounding soul searching
this is where my soul ends
it tastes like sucking on the sleeve of my cotton shirt
it is a fortune of fears that has kept me going
rising up like little terrors behind my eyes
and leaking
my father never did this so why can't i
why can't i tell you to believe in me
if you must believe in something
trust that i have no idea what that something should be
so i am running
and this is where i end up
so afraid of people cause they might be
like me
words can not appeal death
words can not change truth
truth won't save you money
truth won't save you time
time can't heal all wounds
time can't replace what never existed
how do we exist
all these things so reliably
useless
tied down to what they are
like us
ruts, patterns,
they define us
add an outline to shadow
in a world of gray
you can not escape anything
if it is there at all
to begin with,
it stays
it remains
how are we to believe in you
schizophrenic trinity
you give us bread and wine
when we seek good company
and the world gets fat
greed begets
a rich man
a dead man
and a holy man
only one pays taxes
equal to his worth
only one is certain
if there is life after life on earth
and only one can decide
the answer for the rest of us
alone is when you get to thinking
i have hours to spend and friends to spend it on but they're all gone
i have money to spend and friends to spend it on but they're still
gone
alone is when you get to thinking
where the hell is everyone?
i have tickets to the show but you know i can't find anyone
i have the car for the whole fucking day but i can't find anyone
alone is when you get to thinking
what do i have bad breath or somethin?
soul searchin
sea urchin
down in the ocean depths
you make my
decision
to save my sanity pointless
yes you've taken
this virgin
and raped my common sense
oh horrible little thinker
you stinker
i'll hit you with this sinker
so sit still
use your will
and make sense of this
WACK!
heavy laid the thoughts as you laid all thoughts aside
heavy loomed anger as the blow came to his pride
heavy were your shoulders as the weight came to bear
heavy sounded his footsteps as he came up the back stair
heavy hung your eyelids when sleep won over nerves
heavy pounded the hands that delt the blows you deserved
basking in the soft glow of neon i feel the flavors in every bottle
they call out to my their heat arouses me as it seeks refuge in
my body like a tired soldier waiting for his pay i need a vacation
from this warfare all i see is drunks and yuppies briefcases full
of bright ideas and take-home work can't leave a job long
enough to get shit faced and drunks they come in one at a time
like there's a secret line out there somewhere just behind the
horizon they drift in and stand for an hour or more enjoying their
turn in the stall sucking up the flavors before they buy whatever
will get them through the night and scurry off like roaches from
the light i think the worst one i ever saw was the blind lady who
had a dog find her whisky for her she just kept brushing off my
attempts to help her saying sparks will get it for me son won't
cha' sparks around six to seven hundred bottles of beer in the
cooler that's all that i can count from where i stand i'm sure
there is more i am just not that bored or curious yet how come
there is so much wine here and not in the restaurants i eat in all
they have is cheap crap that tastes more like fruity ginger ale
guess i should learn that i need to spend more money if i want
to enjoy myself but it's what gets us through the night that
counts most
feeling kind of creepy
istening to all your songs
it's almost like you're here
i guess if i close my eyes
you are
addicted to the heartbreak
i can't let go of the sorrow
like a drug it takes away
the everyday
makes me special
as if i am the only one
who feels the loss of you
maybe alone i can face this
without knowing the length
and weight of this pain
if i can not see a world
changed without you
it's almost like you're here
i guess if i close my eyes
you are
How quickly we fade from seen to unseen from desired
to remembered how soft the transition so very gentle
as to slice with its monomolecular edge without push
or pull and certainly without feeling a new look a new
outlook now gone now out of reach all the time marking
our losses as progress temporary necessary to fulfill
needs, we all have needs amazing to think a few
innocent moments ago i would have called you mine
and there would be truth in my words not simply air
pushed past my lips as it is now how suddenly the
knife finds fatal purchase like hitting a switch and
all the lights in the house go out 'snap!' how quickly
we fade from our security we were children once
we were lovers we were friends funny how fast
it all goes how much it means how it, ends always
ends.
Slowly life adds meaning to shadows.
Slowly we all make gains.
Slowly time gives us better tomorrows.
Slowly we heal from the pain.
simple little single man
with a single little simple plan
but i forgot to look in the mirror again
to see who you think i am
watch me
as i claw for my identity
trapped here in my own bad looks
if only appearances was who i am
maybe then i'd accept your
indifference
drowning in plain view
dying right there in front of you
i wish that i, i had only knew
just how little i meant to you
watch me
as i thrash in self-defense
held down under your stare
if only appearances was who i am
maybe then i'd accept your
indifference
i'm sure that this won't hurt you.
i held a pen to my head just the other day.
however, it seems that words alone
can not kill someone.
even though sometimes,
they hurt so bad i'd swear different.
once not long ago i could have stood up
to almost anything life threw at me,
these days i need a crutch.
sometimes friends are enough.
and, sometimes they are not.
but, just one bottle
was always enough for you.
but i left that in my blind-spot,
so sure that you could cope.
brought me to the bottom with you
and i never saw it coming.
now i wish i could've found
the strength to turn away
from you somehow.
instead, of being so weak and
turning away from your disease
poor souls
with their marble pillows
pulled over their heads
so as not to be disturbed
by our mourning voices
this early morning
as we say our farewells
they sleep
as we come seeking comfort
they sleep
as the world goes on
they sleep
insensate to the mortal coil's
slow unwinding
for they are spent
and tired went
beneath the soil
to sleep soundly