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over prescribed
under the mister
we had survived to
turn on the history channel
and ask our esteemed panel
why are we alive
and here's how they replied
you're what happens when two substances collide

Andalucia, when can I see ya?
When it's snowing out again
Farmer John wants you
Louder and softer closer and dearer
Then again
Needing you
Taking you
Keeping you

I see a sea anemone
The enemy
See a sea anemone
And that'll be the end of me.

While the vicious fish was caught unawares
In the tenderest of tendrils
Underneath her tender gills

I dreamed you were a cosmonaut
Of the space between our chairs
And I was a cartographer
Of the tangles in your hair

I sighed a song that silence brings
It's the one that everybody knows
Oh everybody knows

I'm a breather mail receiver
And I don't know where I stand
Not since someone informed me
That my house was built on sand
And it's not the earth beneath me
It's just the concept of the land

And I'm standing on the corner

When I was just a little boy
I threw away all of my action toys
While a I became obsessed with Operation

With hearts and minds and certain glands
You gotta learn to keep a steady hand
And thus began my morbid fascination

Beekeeper sing of your frustration
In this litigious breeze
Of accidental pollination
In this era without bees
Without bees, without bees

We keep breeding desperation
In this era of thieves

whenever paul thinks of rain
swallows fall
in a wave and tap
on his window with their beaks.

whenever paul thinks of snow,
soft winds blow
round his head

If you come to find me affable
And build a replica for me
Would the idea to you be laughable
Of a pale facsimile

So will you come to burn an effigy
It should keep the flies away
And when you long to burn this effigy

my dewy-eyed Disney bride what has tried
swapping your blood with formaldehyde?
Monsters?

Whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide!
Jesus don't you know that you coulda died
with the monsters what talk
monsters what walk the earth

Would it be easier so much easier
If you never knew us
Would you ever fear anymore
If you never knew us
Would we meet on a fatal shore
On a fatal shore?

When are you comin to shore

turnstiles on mezzanine
jet ways and Dramamine fiends
and x-ray machines
you were hurling through space
g-forces twisting your face
breeding superstition
a fatal premonition
you know you got to envision

Bored holes through our tongues
To sing a song about it
Held our breath for too long
'til we're half sick about it

Tell us what we did wrong
And you can blame us for it
Turn a clamp on our thumbs

I woke with a start
Crying bullets, beating heart
To hear all God's creatures
Roaring again

Not a cricket was creaking,
Or a floorboard was squeaking,
And all the world was snoring again

he's keeping busy
yeah he's bleeding stones
with his machinations and his palindromes
it was anything but hear the voice
that says that we're all basically alone

poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions
when he put his Bunsen burners all away

being alone it can be quite romantic
like jacques cousteau underneath the atlantic
a fantastic voyage to parts unknown
going to depths where the sun’s never shone
and i fascinate myself when i’m alone

so i go a little overboard but hang on to the hull
while i’m airbrushing fantasy art on a life

And those that would judge, would say you're aloof
but you know the truth is a seed
you know what you need is a conflagration
cause when i see the blood
and the bits of your broken tooth
it gives me the proof that i need
it's the proof that you bleed
it's a revelation

I'm coming to the edge of the widest canyon
My companion's dear
I'm starting to question my manifest destiny
My claim to this frontier
I'm coming to the brink of a great disaster
End just has to be near
The earth spins faster, whistles right past you
Whispers death in your ear

get out your measuring cups and we'll play a new game
come to the front of the class and we'll measure your brain
we'll give you a complex, and we'll give it a name

get out your measuring cups and we'll play a new game
can't have the cream when the crop and the cream are the same
liquid or gas no more than the glass will contain

In the salsify mains of what was thought but unsaid
All the calcified arithmetists were doing the math
It would take a calculated blow to the head
To light the eyes of all the harmless sociopaths

Oh, arm and arm we are the harmless sociopaths
Oh, arm and arm with all the harmless sociopaths
Calcium mines are buried deep in your chest

You were inhabited
Speaking in tongues in the night
I wasn't having it
I could tell that something wasn't right
Why don't you come to bed
Instead of stumbling into the light
Of medicine cabinets?
Shaking out pills left and right

this isn’t your song
this isn’t your music
how can they be wrong
when by committee they choose it all?
they choose it all

chin chin
chin chin

Half empty, half full
Cup runneth over
Homes of plenty, covers full
We studying over

Half empty, half full
Cup runneth over
Homes of plenty, covers full

I’m going on home now guess I’m satisfied
Please tell me cause I don’t know
While I’m splayed out on the floor
What it’s like what it’s like to be satisfied
I’m all alone now guess I’m satisfied
Last night, last night, lordy why’d I cry?
Little bit old now guess I’m satisfied
Please tell me cause I don’t know

five day forecast bring black tar rains and hellfire
while handpicked handler's kid gloves tear at the inseams

their Halliburton attaché cases are useless

while Scotch-Guard Macintoshes shall be carbonized

now they're offering views of exiting empires

some people wake up on Monday mornings
barring maelstroms and red flare warnings
with no explosions and no surprises
perform a series of exercises

hold your fire
take your place around an open fire

Sisyphus peered into the mist
A stone's throw from the precipice, paused
Did he jump or did he fall as he gazed into the maw of the morning mist?
Did he raise both fists and say, "To hell with this," and just let the rock roll?
Let it roll, let it crash down low
There's a house down there but I lost it long ago
Let it roll, let it crash down low
See my house down there but I lost it long ago

my skin is
white as parchment
drier than a downtown office building
where the air is tight
there's time spent
resting on her bones
waiting for the telephone to ring
ba-ring ba-ring ba-ring . . .

The bells will ring
Church steeple's catching fire
And if you promise spring
Then I know you are a liar

'Cause in the spring
Tender grasses won't burn easily
The thrushes sing

I was getting ready to be a threat
I was getting set for my
Accidental suicide
The kind where no one dies
No one looks too surprised
Then you realize
That you're riding on the para-success
Of a heavy-handed metaphor

The finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney
what remains of the small flightless birds that you failed to protect

but their yolk isn't easy in fact it's a drag
as they're blowing through cornfields and mountains of rags

all over the suburbs
across the great lawns

if we can call them friends then we can call them on their telephones
and they won't pretend that they're too busy or that they're not alone
and if we can call them friends then we can call
holler at them down these hallowed halls
just don't let the human factor fail to be a factor
at all

don't, don't you worry, about the atmosphere

Tenuous at best was all he had to say when pressed about the rest of it,
the world that is
from proto-Sanskrit Minoans to porto-centric Lisboans
Greek Cypriots and and Hobis-hots
Who hang around in ports a lot

Here's where things start getting weird
While chinless men will scratch their beards

Don't tell me anything anyhow
Your contribution, proposed solution fails for now
Because I can see your house from here
Now the leaves have fallen, dear
You're such a little privateer
As your confession draws more near

Don't sell me anything of any kind

when i wake up
in the morning,
pour the coffee,
and i read the paper,
and i slowly,
and so softly,
i do the dishes.
i feed the fishes.

Don't sell me anything
Your one time offer, so uncalled-for
You call it peace of mind

Cause I can see your house from here
Now all the leaves have fallen, dear
I can see you're just a little privateer
As your confession draws more near

sound is a wave like a wave on the ocean
moon plays the wave like a violin, pushing and pulling
from shore to shore, biggest melody you never heard before, no

what if i were the night sky? if i were the night sky
it's my lullaby to leave by

what if we hadn't been born at the same time

This is a story, some kind of a story
this is a story about about a boy and girl,
a girl and a boy, a boy.

[?] only fighting.
that some boy in the dark while he learned to evolve
inverted crystal mountain kind of a story.

There'll be three white horses
All in a line
There'll be three white horses
In a line
Three white horses when you go that way
You will need somebody when you come to die

Don't dismiss it like it's easy

Too long you waited too long to come home
Now your daddy don’t want you no more
Too long you don’t belong here anymore
So quit your knock-knocking at my door
You let me sweet mamma for no good reason at all
And now there’s another mule kicking in the same old stall
Too long you waited too long to come home
Now your daddy don’t want you no more

quiet
quiet down she said
speaking to the back of his head
on the edge of her bed
i can see your blood flow
your cells grow

hold still a while