Spring was puzzled by the house on the hill, last patch of snow.
Gave it flowers and climbing vines, then turned to go.
Small boys played on the pile of sand, plastic weapons in their eager hands.
It wasn’t a big house that they planned, but winter came early and winter came hard.
I don’t care if it
Rains or freezes
As long as I’ve got my
Plastic Jesus
Ridin’ on the dashboard
Of my car
Through my trials
And tribulations
And my travels
Through the nation
With my plastic Jesus
I’ll go far
As Kinky Friedman sang it:
I don’t care if it
Rains or freezes
As long as I’ve got my
Plastic Jesus
Ridin’ on the dashboard
Of my car
I can go a hundred miles an hour
Long as I got the Almighty Power
Glued up there by my pair of fuzzy dice.
There 's flies on me,
There’s flies on you,
But there ain’t no flies on Jesus.
Listen Jesus
I don’t like what I see
All I ask is that you listen to me
And remember
I’ve been your right hand man all along
You have set them all on fire
They think they’ve found the new Messiah
And they’ll hurt you when they find they’re wrong
Won’t you look down upon me, Jesus
You’ve got to help me make a stand
You’ve just got to see me through another day
My body’s aching and my time is at hand
And I won’t make it any other way
Oh, I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain
I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I’d see you again
(86 degrees)
(86 degrees)
(86 degrees)
(Yes today)
All Evil it has come from here
The Camphor gets no warmer
Ye Nacoaler, our Crucified Creator
Down count to zero burning cold now
I’ll be there for the rest of my life
Tomorrow
Xiberia
Xiberia
Xiberia
I want to breathe
But out of you
Malaria messiah
I’m burnin’ through the sky, yeah
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I’m traveling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
That’s where I’m gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that’s the best.
I’ve got a mansion just over the hilltop
In that bright land where we’ll never grow old
And some day yonder we’ll never more wander
But walk on streets that are purest gold
We live in a house upon the hill, it’s just a mile away
We look out to sea, dawn’s early light
It chased the night away
Sometimes I can’t tell if I’m you or me
Alone in this room with the moon and the sea
Listen to the space where she used to be
Another life away
Surrender smiles, epiphany
It’s almost every day
And the sea’s in my bed
And the moon’s in my head
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning 'round.
Everybody’s trying to say I’m wrong
I just wanna be back where I belong
World turning
I gotta get my feet back on the ground
World turning
Everybody’s got me down
Everybody’s talking at me
I don’t hear a word they’re saying
Only the echoes of my mind
People stopping, staring
I can’t see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.
And no one shall disturb the land
And no one knows the where’s or why’s.
As something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light.
Never mind the why and wherefore
Love can level ranks, and therefore
Though his lordship’s station’s mighty
Though stupendous be his brain
Though her tastes are mean and flighty
And her fortune poor and plain
Ring the merry bells on board-ship
Rend the air with warbling wild
For the union of his/my lordship
With a humble captain’s child!
One less bell to answer,
One less egg to fry,
One less man to pick up after,
I should be happy,
But all I do is cry…
I got A Ass Pocket of Whisky
and a Front Pocket of Gin
You better open up that door
Or I’ll kick the Mother-Fucker in!
Semolina Pilchard
Climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g’joob, goo goo goo g’joob
Goo goo g’joob, goo goo goo g’joob, goo goo
I told you about the walrus and me, man
You know we’re as close as can be, man
Well here’s another clue for you all
The walrus was Paul.