Category: Lyrics

hysterical laughter
hyenas in heat,
vibrations in the air
over the top
madness,
8:30 in the morning
bellowing
and quaking
over…nothing…
platitudes
shouted at each other
as I cower
in my office

The weather’s been good
Mrs. Thibeault whispered
to the vibrating witch
casting spells on a prone body
lying on the operating table

“I’m still awake doctor!”
“That’s ok, I’m not”, the doctor replied,
I danced to a cloud &
looked down from above,
“Mrs. Thibeault put on some clothes!”
I looked away in the opposite direction
hung up the phone
& waved goodbye
bye Mrs. Thibeault bye bye

My brain…won’t stop talking
My brain…won’t stop nagging
My brain…won’t stop thinking
My brain…zig zag zagging

My brain…it knows my weakness
My brain…hides in darkness
My brain…never forgets never forgets
My brain…
won’t leave me alone.

landscapes
dark & bleary,
shadow bats
swoop in
a mad jitterbug
dance of wings

It’s going to be a long night
a long night of the tortured soul

Why do I feel so bad?
I used to feel so good,
that was a long long time ago,
I think it may have been a dream

sweet dreams,
too dream…

The moon is crying
and the sun is dying,
The words I’m writing
have no meaning,
The books I’m reading
have me screaming

There’s a dead body /
outside your door

* ringing *
Oh, God…
somebody’s ringing the bell (2X)
* ringing *
don’t let him in don’t let him in /
please don’t let him in!
* ringing *
he’s got nothing to sell nothing to sell
he’s got nothing to sell

Wait! Hold on!
One more shot!
One more game!

I was walking in the cold
saw some kids playing in the snow,
they seemed so alive
so I stopped to watch,
everyone was having fun,
you know, I felt so old.

C –
Responsibility is calling me
Respectability is calling me
Maturity has a hold on me
I’m no longer free,
I’m no longer free.

Once there was a woman with a pen
who wrote these BIG books,
that only psychopaths
on this planet could read
…the strange thing…
these psychopaths were the
leaders of this thing they called
“society” “government”
(can you believe it?)

This BIG book justified the
greed and selfishness
of these people & that what
they were doing was morally correct

staggering silhouettes
dancing on a dark misty night,
weaving a tapestry
of shadows and light

the sound of stilettos (where? there)
the snap of a trigger
a sense of danger

listen to the shadows,
the howl of madness,
the din of despair
as clouds roll over
the dark horizon
and cigarettes dangle
from wet lips
and crooked teeth

I’m swimming in anxiety
I’m paranoid of reality
I’m suspicious of fantasy
I’m still looking for ecstasy

I’m looking at dust particles
and reading rock’n’roll articles
I’m believing in the rhetorical
and revising the historical

rolling on the floor
rolling my joint
I’m looking towards the door
I’m missing the point (2x)

clownface
staring
through
the glass
of my
front door

clownface
the torture
endless cruel toxic

clownface
I stand
senses acute, body still

This silence
is getting louder,
it’s disturbing,
you’re not talking,
what are you doing?
is everything ok?
you’re so quiet,
let’s talk

C
It’s the danger of silence
so much stronger than hate
It’s the danger of silence

chatting about planets
on a bus
with a friend of mine.

“Soon, we’ll all live on the moon,
the end is coming
and the government
is increasing space colony research.”

I looked over
at the woman sitting next to me
to see if she was listening,
her eyes blinked rapidly
in nervous amazement,

a tepid reaction
to the words I speak,
an awkward silence
distant stares

misunderstood
(or worse)
understood…
I formulate
new words
to retrieve
lost dignity