such calamity
shaking in the window frames
rattle in my bones
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
My Guitar (Head)
Sing for me my stringed soul brother
Use your needle to read the etching of my mind
From within me is the music
Only waiting to be brought to the surface
Bubbling forth like some great cauldron
A massive boil of sticky sounds
Sonic stew
Sing for me my stringed soul brother
Let the people hear our tunes
Melodies of moving music
Liquid flowing water feeding the roots of emotion
Ripped from the pages of life
My only recourse
Ambience
Sing for me my stringed soul brother
For tonight we play as one
And they gather round
Catching the echoes as they stream past vibrant
We'll let it all hang out
From the ceiling to the floor
Our song
Use your needle to read the etching of my mind
From within me is the music
Only waiting to be brought to the surface
Bubbling forth like some great cauldron
A massive boil of sticky sounds
Sonic stew
Sing for me my stringed soul brother
Let the people hear our tunes
Melodies of moving music
Liquid flowing water feeding the roots of emotion
Ripped from the pages of life
My only recourse
Ambience
Sing for me my stringed soul brother
For tonight we play as one
And they gather round
Catching the echoes as they stream past vibrant
We'll let it all hang out
From the ceiling to the floor
Our song
I Think
I think therefore I am
I think therefore I can
I think therefore I'll think some more and think until I can't
I think that I like thinking of the thoughts I think while thinking of...
The thoughts I thought just now or then
I think I'll think of them again
I think I think too much you know
I think its time for me to go
I think I thought a thinking poem
I think its over
Time to go
I think therefore I can
I think therefore I'll think some more and think until I can't
I think that I like thinking of the thoughts I think while thinking of...
The thoughts I thought just now or then
I think I'll think of them again
I think I think too much you know
I think its time for me to go
I think I thought a thinking poem
I think its over
Time to go
Assholes
Dude, they're everywhere
Around every corner
Behind each tree
Walking the street
In the car behind me
Inside the store
Just over the rise
Here come the assholes
What a surprise
Never does it fail
It amazes me
And when I pick up a rock
What do I see
But the largest of brown eyes
Staring at me
Around every corner
Behind each tree
Walking the street
In the car behind me
Inside the store
Just over the rise
Here come the assholes
What a surprise
Never does it fail
It amazes me
And when I pick up a rock
What do I see
But the largest of brown eyes
Staring at me
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Power Shave
But don't cut yourself
Use a little gel that you've got on the shelf
To lubricate
Your face a bit
Or else you'll cut it!
You silly twit
Use a little gel that you've got on the shelf
To lubricate
Your face a bit
Or else you'll cut it!
You silly twit
Extensions
Wiggle waggle
Jim the jam
Poking out arms
Legs and hands
Reach for the sky
Reach for the land
Reach for the other
Reach for the plan
Go with left one
Right one too
Using extensions
Functional tools
Jim the jam
Poking out arms
Legs and hands
Reach for the sky
Reach for the land
Reach for the other
Reach for the plan
Go with left one
Right one too
Using extensions
Functional tools
Snow
Ice from the sky
Formed by the wind
Up in the air
Falling again
Flakes fall around
Over the house
Under the car
Inside a mouth
Part of this place
Just like the rest
Shaped like a crystal
Best of the best
So fall snow fly
Tumbling down
Fall from the sky
Down to the ground
Formed by the wind
Up in the air
Falling again
Flakes fall around
Over the house
Under the car
Inside a mouth
Part of this place
Just like the rest
Shaped like a crystal
Best of the best
So fall snow fly
Tumbling down
Fall from the sky
Down to the ground
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