Sitting on this window ledge I can see my world so far below Patch-marked streets, They don't seem real In hazey flow Oh, how I could fall in love With these imprisoning veins Oh, how I could fall into Anonymously vague remains Back home to the heart of it Pumped back out tomorrow No use making sense of it Wait to see what follows (It's so ominous when the past is late!) Marrow of these funny bones Tell me how I laugh and weep Pain seeks joy and joy compassion How I'm fearful, then free Marrow of these funny bones You spray a mist of aerosol laughter Your fear is of the great release Far below, the hazey flow, is ever faster The grooves on my bones Mark the position I've counted on my fist The times I've missed, missed the aim again! Dark Donna tumbles in the nettles And writes her blades of weeds Years may past, each moment lingers Attention all: we're life defying We're breaking our legs To enter the human race
Morning brings the moment Without which no tomorrow fears may pass, while moments smolder The can opener has left my mind... Jagged at the edges, Oh the cutting edges! And indeed it seems like yesterday, or was it the day after? When love pumped so heartlessly When each wave spank the might rocks! When earth shivered in full daylight Play with the daylight! In my mind, For a moment, My mind, inside a while... Tell it all again! Waves and wells containing a thought A small pail in very small hands Extracted my thoughts from the ocean, Once silent in depths of sea.... Thinking rose to currents And waved across the daylight To the shore! To the shore....
There's no shot like the big shot; No boom like the death boom. Tomorrow will have starved a million. Like a daemon, and who is that daemon? Who lives at their expense? Riding down the highway, on the way to work, Inventing new ways to make pollution. Line up on the freeway - Join the de-ath squad! Line up on your freeway. Make your contribution, let's go to the beach, We're the death squad... Sunny days they're full of life, Bathing in their wealth. Polluted minds like the rivers, of the death squad. Polluted minds ambulating, down the narrow isles of history With impressive balance, one foot before the other; So amazed... at time... The rivering squads of steelmobiles bathing in the mirrored rays from precision-angled panes, Structured after God's own Metapolis, the Omnimetropolis! With embryonder hopes of embryou. Tomorrow the sun will beam down mightly grand upon the fresh lawns majestic. Elegantly bordered by pavement, on which teeny skates home. From the ice cream jingler... wearing the jestures of pantomine. Where is the truth serum? Ambulating down the narrow isles of history, history, History! Obfusucated in tunneled miles Through people - only people, who are Earthlings...
(Read all about the Grotesque National Product! News! Pollution!) I never hard about the foreign war Or read the lines or in between The news-pollution The news-pollution I only breathed the air, Do they wish to breathe it all? Fire breathes deeper. Fire breathes quicker! ( Yeah! Yeah!) Bomb-pollution in the news-pollution. The Grotesque National Product is up ten percent this year. The Grotesque National Product is up ten percent this year. The Grotesque National Product is up ten percent this year. Ten percent! Ten percent! (G.N.P U.S.A M.O.U.S.E.!) (G.N.P U.S.A M.O.U.S.E.!) (G.N.P U.S.A M.O.U.S.E.!) (G.N.P U.S.A M.O.U.S.E.!) (G.N.P U.S.A M.O.U.S.E.!) Something comes limping to my memory. A pulse of pain moans At the rain back screen And cries like a pet. Aaaaaghh!
The opening and the closing of your eyes, Between is a dream, between is but an instant when, I am a beggar at your gates. Stone city caged in walls, The well bringing life to every member. Open wide your gates that your life may expand. Your flesh raised high to wall me out, Can not contain you forever. My ear is at your heart, Send me your application for citizenship.
How drew the sand, from the rocks like water from a fountain? An absent, empty mountian Now warmly between my toes And maybe I'm wrong, but I'd just would like to know... What are the Dimensions of Freedom? My mind reaches peek, to peak, but I do not understand. And so, my mined mind, you've thoughtfully shown: That thought is out moded, replaced by your yawn. What are the Dimensions of Freedom? On noisy, busy streets, the organ grinders turn to dust and are swept with all the rest I escaped to the Land! I must have heard the grasses grow, all in one in all... What are the Dimensions of Freedom? What are the Dimensions of Freedom?
Tears fell Tears fell Tears fell Tears fell I saw a child killed so dead on a moped across the way Tears fell Tears fell Tears fell on a Tears fell Tears fell Tears fell on a Tears fell Tears fell Tears fell on a bristly lawn bristly lawn bristly lawn each step each step each step each step each step each step I push I push the I push I push the I push I push the mower mower mower mower Tears fell Tears fell Tears fell Tears fell
Death, don't let its firm handshake misguide you: the heart is tender, gentle; a close friend of life and my pockets- pockets I put my things in.
I'll put the untied tastes of america into a melting pot for you wonderful and terrible happily sad - terribly glad we're in america! My hands are sticky from my wishbone, still. unchosen choices. Fate-frozen finality. But I'm terribly glad On this puffed up cloud. What shall I do for tea But gather moisture? My inspiration is expired now, My expiration inspired by tragedy - that fateful twist for morning tea, bitter yellow for my sweetness. makes me thankful not to worry. What shall I do for a cloud? Blow smoke rings from a stack? How we tried to listen to warn us, But we listened with that odd accent.
Attention Squad! Now we're on a bridge, don't fall off Now we've come to a dead end. don't continue.
1985, 1996, 1997