Well, I’ve been to Booker
And I’ve been to Picanope
I’ve been to St. Louis, too,
I’ve been all around the world.
I’ve been over to your house
And you’ve been over, sometimes, to my house
I’ve slept in your treehouse
My middle name is Earl.
If God controls the land and disease,
keeps a watchful eye on me,
If he’s really so damn mighty,
my problem is I can’t see,
well who would wanna be?
Who would wanna be such a control freak?
Well who would wanna be?
Who would wanna be such a control freak?
When I look in the mirror
I can’t believe what I see
Tell me, who’s that funky dude starin’ back at me?
Broken, beaten-down can’t even get around
without an old-man cane I fall and hit the ground
Shivering in the cold, I’m bitter and alone
Riot shields, voodoo economics,
it’s just business, cattle prods and the I.M.F.
I trust I can rely on your vote.
If I was to walk till time saw no end.
If I was to climb till the air was too thin.
I could not find a picture fit the frame.
As perfect as you.
As perfect as you.
"Down on the corner, up on the avenue,
People are pointin’, calling out after you.
Hands on their hips, their eyes geting wider
They can’t believe the thing that yer drivin’
28 feet from bumper to bumper
The last of the sweet old time gas guzzlers
Hard to drive harder to park
But when you do somebody remarks
That’s a mighty big car"
Fred Eaglesmith
“A thousand dollar car ain’t even gonna roll
'til you throw at least another thousand down the hole.
Spend your money and there you are:
the owner of a two thousand dolaar thousand dollar car.”
The Bottle Rockets
“You can’t take a goldfish for walks.”
“This king of the cowboys
Holds fast his deception
Rides their misgivings
To rapturous reception
Calls on the crowd
Of white pointed heads
To check under carpets
(While we’re in our beds?)”
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
and in those dreams whatever they be
dream a little dream of me
Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders
What the part that isn’t thinking isn’t thinking of
Should you worry when the skull head is in front of you
Or is it worse because it’s always waiting where your eyes don’t go?
I feel like Professor on Gilligan’s Island
I’m surrounded by idiots
It’s a painted rock with google eyes
It’s a match stick cross where Jesus died
It’s a plaque that says “I Heart My Home!”
It’s toothpicks, felt and Styrofoam
Earth to grandma
What the hell is that?
She was a cool blue red head
She was a virgin vixen
She had the eyes of Lassie
She had the lips of Nixon
Lips like Tricia Nixon…
She was drawn to blood like a lean loan shark
A tornado to a trailer park
*I was riding on the Mayflower when I thought I spie-<breaks into howls of laughter>…
Start again
I was riding on the Mayflower when I thought I spied some land
I yelled for Captain A-Rab, I’ll have you understand
Who came runnin’ to the deck, said “boys, forget the whales,
Look on over yonder, cut the engine, change the sails,
Haul on the bowline,” we sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do when they’re far away at sea.
…
I ran right outside and I hopped inside a cab
I went out the other door, this Englishman said, “Fab”
As he saw me leap a hot dog stand and a chariot that stood
Parked across from a building advertising brotherhood
I ran right through the front door like a hobo sailor does
But it was just a funeral parlor and the man asked me who I was*
Well you can’t have that, but, if you’re an American citizen, you are entitled to:
a heated kidney shaped pool,
a microwave oven (don’t watch the food cook,)
a Dyna-gym, I’ll personally demonstrate it in the privacy of your own home,
a king size Titanic Unsinkable Molly Brown waterbed with polybendum,
a foolproof plan and an airtight alibi,
real simulated Indian jewelry,
a Gucci shoe tree,
a year’s supply of antibiotics,
a personally autographed picture of Randy Mantooth,
and Bob Dylan’s new unlisted phone number,
a beautifully restored Third Reich swizzle stick,
Rosemary’s baby!
a dream date in kneepads with Paul Williams,
a new Matador,
a new mastodon,
a Maverick,
a Mustang,
a Montego,
a Merc Montclair,
a Mark 4,
A Meteor,
A Mercedes,
An MG,
or a Malibu,
a Mort Moriarty,
a Maserati,
a Mack truck,
a Mazda,
a new Monza,
or a Moped,
a Winnebago,
hell, a herd of Winnebagos, we’re givin’ 'em away,
or how about a McCullough chain saw,
a Las Vegas wedding,
a Mexican divorce,
a solid gold Kama Sutra coffee pot,
or a baby’s arm holding an apple.
*Yeah, listen Vyrna
There ain’t nothing in here but your own sweet mind
If it bothers you we can turn it off
With your silly red shoes and your grecian urn
And your feet potted out of a veiled cocoon
Like an overweight butterfly on a thin red scone
A rotting statue on a feathery dawn
Invented you one summer’s morn
At least I’m not a coathanger
Vyrna Kowl you’re a headbanger*
Soft Boys
I like big butts and I cannot lie… 
Rolypoly fishheads are never seen drinking cappuccino in Italian restaurants with Oriental women!!!Yeah!!!
There’s a light in the distance…
See it coming closer, with the force of ages
Centuries gone by.
Protectors of the right, defenders sworn to fight!!!
Dino Rangers Roar!!! Power Rangers Score!!!
He looks around around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says, “Amen!” and “Hallelujah!”
She is like a cat in the dark
And then she is the darkness
She rules her life like a fine skylark
And when the sky is starless
A pistol was still smoking, a man lay on the floor.
Mister Oswald said he had an understanding with the law.
He said he heard about a couple living in the USA.
He said they traded in their baby for a Chevrolet.
Let’s talk about the future now we’ve put the past away.
And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face
There’s a blood that’s flowin’ through the feeling
With a knife to open up the sky’s vein
Some things…will never change
They just stand there looking backwards
Half unconscious from the pain
Baby beluga, baby Beluga, sing your little song,
Sing for all your friends, we like to hear you.
A million old soldiers will fade away
But a dream goes on forever
I’m left standing here, I’ve got nothing to say
All is silent within my dream
A thousand true loves will live and die
But a dream lives on forever
The days and the years will go streaking by
But the time has stopped in my dream
Look for a while at the China Cat sunflower
Proud walking jingle in the midnight sun.
Copperdome bodhi, drip a silver
kimmona like a crazy quilt stargown
through a dream night wind.
“Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.”
– Kris Kristofferson
<I>His goal in life was to be an echo
Driving alone town after toll after toll
A fixed bayonet through the great southwest
To forget her.
She appears in his dreams
But in his car and in his arms
A dream can do anything
A cheap sunset on the television set could upset her
But he never could.
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Out beyond the ethernet the spectrum spreads
DC to daylight, the cowboy mogul rides
Never worry where the gold for all this glory’s gonna come from
Get along dogies, it’s coming out of your hides
My girl don’t just walk, she unfurls.