Flat File Blues

Mother earth is round

But she be given' me the flat file blues

She said she don't like my type, my character

She was lookin' for a length

A length of four point o

Baby, i am four point one

Flat File Blues

Baby u be given' me the flat file blues

She keeps a treading' on

Like its her own playground

She comes back with sand in her hair

Her old man is a nobody

He fails to exist in this space and time

I don't bother knowing much about him

Flat File Blues

Baby u be given' me the flat file blues

You look so pretty and you don't even know

You look so pretty and you don't even know

No, you don't know

You don't know

You don't know

The highway's empty

But i can't compete with her boyfriends

I smile at her when she stops to fill fuel

The blanket is clean

The pillows are all trashed

We used to be naughty, now i am stuck

Flat File Blues

Baby u be given' me the flat file blues

She asks for the diamonds

I play my heart

She is happy when she is at the club

Bits of paper fly high

Playing tunes to a slow wind

Pretty words greet the sky

Flat File Blues

Baby u be given' me the flat file blues

You look so pretty and you don't even know

You look so pretty and you don't even know

No, you don't know

You don't know

You don't know

She rumbles now and then

With a heart felt intent

Slowly she sees what needs to be

The joker plays the king

In this fascinating dream

He wears a fishing hat and sings a melody

You look so pretty and i wish i could see

You look so pretty and i wish i could see

You look so pretty and i wish i could see

You look so pretty and i wish i could see

Black Rust

A thousand wicked moons

Surround these stars

The ocean water's poisoned

Right to every drop

A ripple in the blue

It's tying us down

Screams from a nighmare

They haunt like fire

A Red flame burning deep

From the dragon's eye

The dagger and the fury

Could not fight its bite

A torture virus spreads

Terrifying dream

Wake me up when the offenders

Slowly die within

A poison scorpion rattles

Screeching venom sting

Black rust injected in

Swamps of toxic human gene

A Pool of ruthless waves

Feed the crimson jaws

Ghosts of lifeless ghosts

Drown the world around

A hissing landslide hammers

Shattering rock and tar

Sand from the graveyard

Buries all forms of life

A Cave of darkness opens

Mesmerizing light

Vultures scavenge life

Like the dead that it was

A Slow Burning Night

Wind blows smooth

Faces in awe

Just like droplets

Of mud water

On a shattered screen

Of a ruined car

Rain

Wiped out

The harmonica sounds good

A hundred miles an hour

A cheap hotel

Real bad service

But the waitress

She looks so good

Smile

Bills paid

A confident loner

He weighs in excess

Feet smell so bad

Socks are clean

I want to feel heaven

I want it now

Home

Far away

Magical eyes

Sleight of hand

Gloves are torn

Remarkably well

Just the silence

Shapes around

Circle

Calculations Postponed

Catapult dreams

Like a wave

A force of nature

Not much to say

Bring in these thoughts

Like a formal gift

Photograph

Memory Ruined

Reincarnate me

A fairy's tale

Lost my steam

A sense of belief

Linger in currents

Push me out

Sand

Bury me in

Now, a six mile ride

Bicycle seat

It hurts so bad

The chains feel free

I would be there

If only i could

Ocean

Pacify me

Me and you

On a hill

Biscuits and tea

Snakes and tents

Climb back down

Not much to feel

Love

Please speak

Seasons

Summer tan comes crawling off

Her lotus skin which peels

Seems like they are burning

Every heart beat that feels

Winter black freezes slowly

Her dark passion which cries

Seems like it takes a message

To make everything all right

Autumn rains make heavens wreak

Of suicide that never wanted to be

Now lingering is the faint smell

Of turbulence and disease

Fall falls like the dead that it is

Pretending to be the face

Of the beauty so misinterpreted

Like ambience and vanity

Black Low Fat Blues

Johnny was only 16

He worked down at that burglary store

He sold them boys at gun point

Things like gummy bears and smack

One day the sheriff made a raid

Sacked down an underground cellar

He be down there pulling his scams and what not

They found a dead horse, a half finger and a creepy soft toy

His mama, she was a sweet old gal

Made the best pancakes on the block

She was like Mother Teresa but just the Teresa part

Thats right, her name was Teresa and she was a nun

The sheriff, he had lost his partner

Johnny had perfected the crime

He was out to seek some blood

When he was suspended for bieng a drunk

He vowed for vengeance anyhow

Threw his badge and polished his gun

Revved up his 1972 Ford Gran Torino

When an engine rumbled and he was out on the road

The county relected the man

For what was the best crime to be resolved

He married the wrong woman, and set off to travel

Where his lost his leg and all of his new earned dough

Rhombus was his name

He was sort of a squarist

He liked to live all alone

He wrote suicide notes for them who wished to leave

He never had made love ever

He wished to do so before he died

He grew them plants and had lots of pets

All of them were just fake and made out of plastic

He liked to paint and draw

And he did it pretty well too

But only things no one would understand

He wrote his final note on a bright sunny day

Sandy was a pretty lady

She worked the night shift on the street

Sometimes she would come during the day

Yea she made a good deal of bad money

She had a heart of gold with a silver lining

She was kind, sweet, gentle and full of smile

She loved coffee, but just the Black Low Fat

She could never ever find it anywhere

She had no one left to love

Her boyfriend was in jail

Johnny was his name

And her brother screamed as he went to hell

Motor City Blues

Chocolate fudge in an antique shop

Changing colours, just like the fall

Battery plant and Amy's smile

She said she is sorry for i am leaving now

Diamond ring, straight down the sink

Her hair blows wild in the savage wind

She loves her kid, she calls him Sage

She'd like to hang out, if she could free her cage

Sister love, some garage tools

Playing Euchre on a pizza stool

The grill is done, the smoking wood

The radio's on, CCR and The Who

Motor City, where is my drive

College town, i wanna get done by five

Grizzly bear, a plate of Polenta

I am back home, could you please open the door

The job is done, just on time

Load the stacker, load the line

Sing one last song, before you close

Play many songs, before i doze

Peace and quiet is all we want

Injection molds, close in and out

Sing a song, sing it loud

It don't matter who and it don't matter what

Puff Cake And Moth Ball Saliva Stew

He be worse than a rattlesnake

He a snake that rat you out

She a stone fox moonlight drive

She a puff cake merry go round

He a dark room spook light rain

He a motorcycle hurricane

She a sweet cheek dessert plate

She a late night movie date

Gotta give it to them

To see

How long does it take

To be

To be

To be together

Lost Forever

He a slam dunk four point shoot

He a moth ball saliva stew

She a yellow custard fruit and pie

She a bubble wrapper disco light

He a black bird wingless flight

He a belong to nobody's tribe

She a pancake on a maple leaf

She a butterfly on a rolling wheel

Gotta give it to them

To see

How long does it take

To be

To be

To be together

Lost forever

He a torn eye crooked grin

He a spot face holes within

She a dream smile cowbell ring

She a flute tone melodic string

He a sun burst bleach of hair

He a grease ball key to spare

She a honey baked cookie dove

She a long lost mountain of love

Gotta give it to them

To see

How long does it take

To be

To be

To be together

Lost forever

He a smoke rage whiskers creep

He a death wish dug too deep

She a vapor smooth drama steam

She a pudding on a candy cream

He a fire breathing oily sack

He a wall scrape crawling nail attack

She a blue ripple in a pool of sand

She a purple moon in a tale of this land

Gotta give it to them

To see

How long does it take

To be

To be

To be together

Lost forever

Footprint

Looking down the hill

Wild cherries with a footprint

Lonely as a window sill

Burning smoke and a flavor mint

Swing sky high into the song

The rope that holds you tight

The birds have taken rather long

To kill the angels with all their might

Descend slowly back into the joke

The ropes that you are freed from

The birds hold the gun as he spoke

Speechless as he lets go of the gun

Looking up into space

Melting stars with no name

Starving to win the race

The footprints are to blame

Easy

She takes your throne

You are ignorable

She eats the cake

The candles don’t matter

She is in love with you

That’s what she says

You are not deaf

But you are you

Turn around

To the sound

It is easy to forget

That you’re dying

You’re dying

I was here

I was there

Took control

But lost it all

Made through the day

In a pretentious way

Now I am here

Knowing myself

Turn around

To the sound

It is easy to forget

That you’re dying

You’re dying

Ohh

Getting lost seems so easy

Easy

Ohh

Breaking knots isn’t my way

Not my way

Ohh

Soon you will relax on a bed so cold

Thorns of pain

Ohh

I am here and far way

Far away

A Love Called Seattle

A song would be genuine

To show my love

But these "goosegumps" (TM)

Say it all

I could'nt find the right food

Damn those Sesame seeds

I could'nt find the directions

To where i wanted to go

Build a Truck Engine

Watch a TOOL show

Meet some girls

With Seattle glow

Meet your sister

Walk through the trees

Steaming hot soup

At the top of a hill

Mountains and Ales

Guitars and screams

Manufacturing Air Planes

Rain and sun

Grunge turns me on

She was your creation

She lives here

She lives foerver

Fish market

Alki beach

The weather's good

You look so good

I just walked all over you

Thinking you are my long lost friend

You said you were, and it was cool with you

And that i am welcome anytime and hopefully soon

Could

Dead fly in the jacuzzi

Burnt twigs and some leaves

Oh, i don't want to leave

Right now

Blink in my eye

Marble balls and some white

Oh, i don't want to see

Right now

I could be walking over sand

And still feel the snow

I could be sleeping in her walks

And still feel the dream

Heads in your nooze

Scream out a bruise

Oh, i don't want to

Hang on

Taste in your buds

Spill blood on the mud

Oh, i don't want to

Ever play

I could be dancing with a wolf

And still hear the lake

I could be howling at a lotus

And still hear her sing

I should be

I would be

I could be

Doing any of these things

Inch

A quarter inch of sunshine

Flung into the ocean

A tiny drop of water

Flung into the sky

A huge sheet of cloud

Flung into the rain

A loud splash of water

Flung into the mud

A damp piece of earth

Flung into my shoe

A bitter part of my soul

Flung into your sight

A pretty marble of your eye

Flung into mine

A whole lot of us

Rode into the sun

Fried lillies in a hurricane soup

Getting lost in an irreversible loop

Inch by inch, deep and deeper

Ray by Ray, closer and closer

Rabbit In A Magician's Role

Spring and cloudy stars
Dark ale full in jars
Loud music from futuristic cars
Dreams full of water bubbles on Mars

Purple moonshine rain on trees
Spicy red beans and grated green cheese
Soft music from the windshook leaves
Dreams full of big black rocks in seas

Icy stones carved on a wall
Fiery yellow light strikes in from a hall
Groovy bass from a cello tall
Dreams full of a multicolored pool ball

Thick grey smoke blows in through a hole
Carrots never made it to a salad bowl
Dark music from a lifeless soul
Dreams full of a rabbit in a magician's role

Negative Lice

Upside Down
Wheels in slow motion
Piggy town
Spiral sensation

Pouring bees
Stinging rain, it stays
Leafless trees
Bully crane awaits

She called me on the phone
The phone stops to ring
His aunt made her an ice cream cone
Outside, selling a wing

Melting ice
Tan machines, they spin
Negative lice
Managing lean, minds swing

Wingless bird
Daytripping soul unfolds
Flesh and mustard
On a plate with bone, so cold

She spoke to me so quietly
The wire starts to burn
His aunt was tripping soulfully
Inside , waiting for his turn


She called me on the phone
The phone stops to ring


His aunt was tripping soulfully
Inside , waiting for his turn


Cloudy sky
Bear shaped ballons in gloom
Vapor high
Out of the cocoon

Dreamy Eyes
Fly at me, they sing
Cuts the wire
Eats the cream with sin

Grunge

Mother loves her bone more than me
She screams at her bush quiet regularly
Sound for the gardens, honey and jam for me

She goes to the temple just to feed the dogs
She feeds them stone, while a pilot comes crashing in
He is in chains, next to Alice who is malfunctioned

In a river so green we swim
Another mad season to play with
And Foo, he loves to fight with me
As i lie sound stuck by a screaming tree

She collectively gathers my soul
With pieces of pearl in mud
Alice and her pilot are now in the river
Seven years in and i am still a bitch for you

Sides

Sleep next to shoes

The pillow's got ash stains

A dirty blanket with holes

Enough to see through

Got hamburger pieces

Scattered on my carpet

Breathing life , more than me

Exhaling whisky fumes

Called the maid up for a sweeping

She had to pick up her kid

She don't work on Sunday's

I sleep through the week

He is a fourteen year old kid yeah

Plays football like every other

Looks up to his mother

His daddy is in jail

He stole them fire hydrants

Said he could make some bucks

Bring flowers for his girlfriend

His girl, his girl on the other side

She works the day shift

In the mall selling perfumes

She wears them bangles and earrings

But never touches soda

She envies the wife

who also works the night shift

At the mansion where she services

The Man, her Man on the other side

The Man, he owns the mall

Hates his wife, loves his kids

Brings bagels for the perfume girl

His girl, his girl on the other side

She skiies with the wife's kid

After the movies

She talks about scents

And he steals her cents

Everyday, a phone call

To his daddy from a pay phone

His mother don't know that

She is busy with the Man

The Man, a Harvard graduate

Got good grades, drives a sports car

Bought some land, built a mall

That belonged to his wife

Now she takes the hate silently

As she slips off every night

For a visit to the jailhouse

To meet her boy, her boy on the other side

She offers him his love

He offers her his lies

She takes the lies, He rejects her love

This story has no more sides

She returns home to see

Her house in flames

Fire, burns, and ruins

but no fire hydrants

The kids are back from the ski trip

With the girl left a bleeding

The Man, now refusing to see her

As this too lost a side

The maid now losing a client

Moves out of the town with her kid

With her husband's photograh on him

As they steer off to a different side

Me, I woke up hazily

One by one, picked up the pieces

Sorted it out and drew it out

A story with no more sides

Alt Ending: A story with many sides

A River In The Sky

She came into town just the other day
She came a whole month late

She and another man
She found him in the storm

Look how old her face was
The scars she bore were new

All these letters that she wrote to you
The pencil's broken blue

Look how all the stars
They sprung up from the earth
A river in the sky

A tree he plants on the west side
A hole he digs in the south

In the north he builds a tower
In the east he leaves his dreams

In the center he creates his love
A moonshine in the sun

In the back of his mind he shivers
An icy chance of hope

Look how all the stars
They sprung up from the earth
A river in the sky

Hit The Road (*)

Moved On
Back to belong
Dirty Laundry
Better than clean
Just a thought away from you
When you walked into the room

Blanket's wet
Bed is clear
Wallet Search
Gifts are thrown
Just a fight away from you
When you walked out of the room

No return
Empty chair
Air is dry
Smoke is in my lung
Just a song away from you
when you started to sing

Waving hands
Leave in faith
Chase no more
Trembling feet
Just a footstep away from you
When I was said Goodbye

Close the door
Bolt and lock
Airily
Roll and roll
Just a smile away from me
When you came back for the kill

LA to Bombay ( A Mid Summer's Dream )

Water trickling slowly down the screen
Pellets of moonshine beaming through its gleam
I could only see into the night it seemed
Black and gray and blue and green
She takes her coat off and flings it on the side
Tightly she pulls the belt, sets in for the ride
Once I'd seen the colours my eyes opened up wide
She was going home, she joyfully smiled

Soft piano strung keys into my brain
My frame of thought could not be cut off by another train
I could only see into the night, my past it felt slain
I gave in to the moment like the trickling water felt the rain
Wheels rolled on slow, dragging a whirlpool of soul
Endorsing a love affair with the sky, penetrating its hole
Plunging right into the clouds, time had hit the pole
She wore her coat on and asked "Aren't you going home?"

Imagine

I got my water, soda bottle
And a box of pills
She got her sketch book, colour pencils
And some coffee bills
I took the long way
But i reached on time
She never came
On her way she died

Played in the sand
And we made some castles too
Watched the sun set
And some silly movies too
We fell asleep
But i woke up good
She never did
In my dreams she died

I got my Tee Shirt, skateboard
And my canvas shoes
She got her hippie talk, poetry
And some travelling blues
We sang aloud
And i was on time
She changed colours
And just like that she died

Happy Decadence

Piece by piece
I fill the void
The wholeness, of which I fear

Knife by knife
I carve on the wall
The bricks, with which I built it

Sip by sip
I take the gulp
The ocean in which I drown in

Is there any more filth
That my greed can be with
Is there any pure dimension
That this brain can be in

Word by word
I fill this page
The joke of which I cry about

Hate by hate
I spread the words
The anger of which I joke about

Fear by fear
I frantically move
The feeling of which I rejoice about

Is there any more life
That my soul can be with
Is there any impure dimension
That this brain cannot be in

Step by step
I climb the ladder
The fall of which i rely upon

Song by song
I catch the tune
The rhythm of which I offbeat about

Day by day
I waste the week
The month of which I procrastinate

Are there any more years
Left to be calculated
Are there any more decades
Left to be manipulated

Happy Decadence '10