Return to the Land of the Dawn Breathers

Wake up around, say three thirty
which is not to say once or twice
the long haul is what is interesting
Drop the scrambies on the floor
Drop the mail on the porch
its always better when wet
I haven't floated around your garbage pile since I was a child
mayhaps before.

Don't let the wild ones eat your face.

The Last Paragon of Hope and Beauty

I've never felt so wrong about something in my entire life;
By that I mean that nothing i assert can be held to me.
I am completely irresponsible for all of my actions.

Perhaps this is immature.
Perhaps this is "gasp" blasphemous.

That is neither here nor there.

Perhaps this is the last vestige of hope in this mechanical world.

Wouldn't that be a bitch?
It's hard enough trying to cope
With some jamoke breathing down your neck.
How'd you like to sit in the Captain's Chair?

Wouldn't take it for the World...

Bite it.

Today, debauchery is not involving yourself
in amorous letdowns, or in some circles,
outright involvement in planetary affairs.

I'll show you "Letdown".

Let's see how hoity-toity you are,
strung by your ankles to an ancient elm.

It ain't so funny now...

"I see what you are going for,
but it seems it is the wrong means..."
To what end?

Show me GOD
I'll show you LIES

Show me HONOR
I'll show you STRIFE

Show me YOUR WORLD
I'll show you mine...

How long have you been standing there?

mumble...mumble mumble...

God! Fuck!
Jesus Fucking Christ!
FUCK!

uh...

mumble...mumble mumble...

I'm not sure you get my drift.

It hasn't been that long since yesterday
and we're driving towards today
faster than i would imagine but
slower than i'd expect

Has it been that long since sundown?
i forgot my hat down the street...

you can take your cannonballs
swallow them whole if you must
but don't forget your promise
i know better than to break backs

what was your name?
how did you get here?
Shouldn't you be Home,
in bed?

Nine Times / Ten

If you can turn it off
and turn it on...
must be it isn't real
or really.
That's what gets me...
that's what turns me loose.
Or at least that's what
i would say.
If YOU asked me.

Get off your high horse,
walk for a minute or two.
Then tell me how you feel.
It would be better
if you couldn't smell.

Not Only...

It's sad to say Doug came and went,
But no one saw him go.
So we traipsed and bent to circumvent
The pardons he would throw.
But once in a while he'd get us good;
Pick our insides out with spite.
That's not to say he had acted rude,
Just that he needed a bite.