October 2011
The world looks red
People with fish eyes
The ground sucks
Walk on my fingertips
Displacing the fog
The weight of my body
Is too much to bear
The memory drained
The life from the doll
An ocean of insects
Worked like a sheet
The immovable fact
Buried my mind
In a horsehair coat
In a pile on the floor” —
And I buy him a soda pop
And he says “Honey, you look so fine”
And I say “Okay, alright” —
A skinny arm, a crush on living sin
My violence is a sleeping head
Nodding out to rising bliss
I left home for experience
Carved “Suk For Honesty” on my chest
My violence is the number
Coming out of prayer” —
Just a wheel in the spokes
But I ain’t giving you head
In a Sunset bungalow” —
Of high school journal keepers” —
You really know just how to be hip
Tellin’ stories ‘bout your crazy trip
Messin’ with stars and doing tricks
Close your eyes and pretend
It’s not at all like then
Big glass house on the hill
Doing dope and ditching school
Yesterday Bruce Barry was here
A wild kid I thought was cool” —
And the boys say “Hey Goo, what’s new?”
My friend Goo goes “P.U.”
My friend Goo goes “P.U.” —
Unity is not taught in school
You are an unnatural growth
On a funny, sunny street
The city has forgotten you
Its symbols of its past
The meaning of its state
Its order of decay” —
Chuck D: Yeh. Tell em bout it. Hit em where it hurts.
Kim: Hey kool thing, come here. Sit down beside me. There’s something I gotta ask ya. I just wanna know, what are you gonna do for me? I mean, are you gonna liberate us girls from male white corporate oppression?
CD: Tell it like it is.
K: Hmm?
CD: Yeh
K: Don’t be shy.
CD: Word up.
K: Fear of a female planet.
CD: Fear of a female planet. Fear it baby.
K: I just want you to know that we can still be friends.
CD: Let everybody know.
K: come on come on come on come on
” —My mind is a simple joy
I learn my lesson
The hardest way
But you don’t know me
But you don’t know me
A complete inhuman
Complete inhuman
Complete inhuman
Complete inhuman” —
I go walking down on First
Black boys call me Patty Hearst
I go walking down the street
White boys call me sugar treat
I want to be free
I want to be free
I want to be free
It ain’t on MTV
You know what’s best for me
It’s called astrology
You know what’s best for me
You vote lobotomy
Throw all his trash away
Look out he’s here to stay
Your mirror’s gonna crack when he breaks into it
And you’ll never, never be the same
Look into his eyes and you can see
Why all the little kids are dressed in dreams
Green moss hangin’, chillin’ crows
You and me burnin’ in the summertime” —
I’m wasted in time and you’re never ready” —
I can never forget you
The way you rock the girls
They rule the world and love you
A blast in the underworld
I stick a knife in my head
Thinkin’ about your eyes
But now that you’ve been shot dead
I got a new surprise
I’ve been awaitin’ for you just to say
The zoftig chick is mine
All I know is you got no money
But that’s got nothing to do with a good time
Can you forgive the boy who shot you in the head
Or should you get a gun and go and get revenge
A hundred percent of my love up to you, true star
It’s hard to believe you took off
I always thought you’d go far
I’ve been around the world a million times
And all you men are slime
Gun to my head, goodbye I am dead
Wastewood rockers it’s time for crime, hey!