Baby Said Dada (2020)
“Spiders will crawl all over you
when you go to sleep”
Baby said Dada
everything’s going to be fine,
peaceful gentle humanity,
no – don’t look outside
(Nothing to see here
move along move along)
Category: Lyrics
Man on the Corner (1990)
cigarette dangling
from chapped lips,
hat pulled down
over hairy brows,
quick glances
at his wristwatch
waiting
waiting
long overcoat
stained underarms
a bead of sweat
dangles from his nose
cigarette thrown
to the pavement
Left-Handed Approach (1984)
I don’t believe in suicide,
I believe in liver disease, alcohol
lung cancer, cigarettes,
and breaking my ankle
doing fancy pirouettes.
I used to write a poem a day,
now I realize, there’s nothing left to say,
burning, turning in bed at night
hoping one day I’ll see the light
now I know, now I know
Lecture (1992)
Settle down in easy chairs grasping our butts
that become wider as television diplomacy
informs us of what to think, how to behave,
what to believe,
what not to believe.
If you’re sick you’re not thinking right
and where did you get those ideas?
not in this house you impervious bastard,
lazy and sodden, drunk and drugged,
watch the television you lucky bastard
I Write Cheques (1988)
I write cheques to my creditors,
as the world sleeps and dreams
of rich bungalow houses
and beautiful lawns
surrounded by golden pavement,
emanating from the soiled earth.
I write cheques to pay my debts
as people starve in the streets
and fight for survival
a warm place to sleep
as the world comes crashing
down around them.
Love Is A Dog From Hell (2020)
Life is kinda lonely, when the rivers are low,
you know, John Prine told me so,
there is no secret, there is no mystery,
everybody struggles to be free,
a flower in the sewer captures my attention,
I pluck that flower, improve my situation
Streetlights flicker raindrops dance on concrete,
a mist hovers, faint screams echo the silence,
junkies search for invisible veins to prick,
a lonely prostitute asks me: “What do you want?”
a street preacher, he starts to sing:
“love is a dog, love is a dog from hell”
Hippie at the Laundromat (The Lyric) (1987)
in my current state of mind
I wish he would, you know,
give me some cosmic assurance
as I put the downy in the rinse cycle,
I need some sort of 60’s rebellion
something to give me that passion
that I need – I’m listening
I’m listening hippie
I’m listening
So I put the quarters in the dryer
then the hippie jumps up on top of the counter
screaming: “It’s time brothers and sisters!
Rejoice for inner peace can be found within yourself!”
Heaven’s Mistake (1988)
I’m floating through the heaven’s
with a halo on my head,
everybody’s dressed in white
and sleeping on clouds,
I could be dreaming
there could be a mistake.
C
Jesus, why’d you let me in
I’ve lived a life of sin
You Ain’t Got (What We Need) (2019)
dystopian initializations
economic distractions
accumulation idolization
shaky foundations
stocks will fall & stocks will rise
lies are truth & truth are lies
orwell’s hell has come to life
trust me….
C
You ain’t got what we need
we need something
we don’t know what?
Blue Dreams of the Piano Man (2019)
the light of the sun
tickles my eyes,
I look past a fly
trying to break-in
through my window
a stranger on 52nd street
is singing “The Piano Man”,
people gently
pass him by
as he looks towards
the hovering blue sky
Skeleton Dreams (2015)
Laughter
is the answer
what answer
dancing skeleton,
for what question?
if the question
has been answered,
then there
is no need for questions
Big Bill Broonzy’s Got The Blues Again (2019)
The chimes at midnight
reverberate down my spine / into my soul
A coyote packs howling
sets the dogs to barking / & I’m shaking
The sound of a broken acoustic guitar
pierces my soul /
Big Bill Broonzy’s in my dreams again
Big Bill Broonzy’s in my dreams again
C
Big Bill Broonzy’s got the blues again
You ain’t learned shit since you stole the blues
give him his money, he’s paid his dues
Big Bill Broonzy’s got the blues again
The Road To Utopia (2019)
Get the suitcase out
time to get it packed,
check the weather
is it going to rain?
Where are the maps?
Where are the maps?
Do we even know where we’re going?
We have to be absolutely positively sure
we know where we’re going.
Who’s looking after the dog?
I don’t know about this
I don’t know
are we doing the right thing?
Nirvana in a Postcard (1992)
a mountain,
falling
through
the sky,
landing
on my head
tension unbearable
I break the rubble
and see
a murky sky,
smoke-stacked
contaminated