- A Hymn To The Morning Star
Open your heart to the lord of light
Open your heart and mind and let him in
He holds the key to the throne of might
You are empty
Say his name and let him in
All hail the dawn of a rising star
All hail the crowned and conquering child
Morning will come for you at last
- Ablutions
She folds her arms up nicely
lays them down upon the table
wipes her mouth off as she
tries to find another word for love.
She hangs her skin up by the
window looks to see that all the
doors are open
then she sits alone and
- Angle of Repose
I am made of tons of tiny countries
With closely guarded borders
Each country has a castle
Each castle has a throne
You are the tiny king
Of your very own
I sneak across at night
- Babydoctor
(BABYDOCTOR - Three ways of staring at the sun)
Thank you Thank you Babydoctor
Babydoctor Thank you
And you count out the years you have been here
in this foreign land
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13
Fourteen years Here Jalal Jalal Babydoctor
- FC the Freedom Club
Let us turn our backs on this world of ease
Let us turn our backs and walk away
Let us close our eyes to the glory of the machine
Let us close our eyes and walk away
The houses are all gone under the sea
The dancers are all gone under the hill
The houses are all gone under the sea
- Flinch
I cannot sleep
Even I'm so tired
I cannot move
Even I'm so wired
I cannot flinch
Even I'm so scared
I cannot flay
- Gunday's Child
M-day's child is fair of face,
Drill-day's child is full of grace,
Gun-day's child is breastless and blind,
Shell-day's child is out of its mind,
Bomb-day's child will always be dumb,
Cannon-day's child can never quite come,
But the child that's born on Battle-day is blithe and bonny and rotted away.
- Helpless Corpses Enactment
The oaks of ald now they lie in peat
Yet elms leap
Where ashes lay.
Phall if you but will,
Rise you must
A hand
From the cloud
Emerges,
- Phthisis
The future sticks out its tongue
in the eyes of the gentle past
It fears its own demise but knows it cannot last
This momentary throne
precariously formed from its ashes
It takes the time we thought was ours below to be reborn
Throw us away like a stack of old paper
Learn not from our scrawls
- Powerless
Let me give it all to the very small things
That leaves me...powerless
I see my face from another time
From another day gone by (good-bye)
Arrogant and fast
A smile that leaks onto the saddest things
I know I know then what I don't know now
What I'll never know again
- S.P.Q.R.
Amo amas amat amamis amatis amant
We are all romans, unconscious collective
We are all romans, we live to regret it
We are all romans and we know all
About straight roads
Every straight road leads home,
Home to rome
2 + 2 = 4
- Sleep Is Wrong
Writhing in the old bliss
Never forget this
Reeling in the sweet grip
Never let this slip
Your eyes are yours to close
Never let go Sleep is wrong
- The Creature
There is a creature. It has to feed.
It stops at nothing to fill its need.
The people live in gruesome squalor,
So that the creature may grow taller.
Those with nothing have to bleed,
To help the creature spread its seed.
They learn to dine on fecal matter,
So that the creature may grow fatter.
- The Donkey-Headed Adversary of Humanity Opens the Discussion
The d.h.a.o.h. opens the book
The d.h.a.o.h. opens the discussion
I am the adversary and must remain the adversary
I am not yours to embrace
I am not yours to invoke
The d.h.a.o.h. sleeps in the hall
Watches for signs of our imminent demise in the scratchings on the wall
The d.h.a.o.h. sleeps in the park
- The Greenless Wreath
At last in the trembling leaves
This bone-cage slips away
Lost in the shivering trees
Your absent voice is clay
Last breath of green
First breath of stone
Sweep this cage of bone
- The Stain
A man is digging in the delta
In the dark soil with his bare hands
To work the land for generations
Is he a fool?
And I am working in my garden
To stem the tide of grass and weeds
With the green machine and rototiller