remember this song

that stripper tied to the pier
out to sea on a rotisserie star
a field of green inside a dream
in a brand new contempory piece of shit

we made a recycled tongue on the couch
it's just another bad symphony
played out all night

it's just a beer on the futon
another wasted extravaganza
what a joy to compose
another bad symphony

i cant write that

Everyone stands alone on the heart of the earth
transfixed by a sun ray:
and suddenly it is evening

i am the only one can ride that horse yonder

i am full of bees that died at sea its a wonderful lifeits a wonderful life
itsawonderfulelifeitsawonderfullifeitsawonderfullifeitsawonderfullifeitsawonderfullifeitsawonderfullifeitsawonderfullife

find a match in the darkness

casey stengel

going to bed with a woman
never hurt a ball player
its staying up all night
looking for them
that does you in.

barry bonds was always better now he's just faster

i went to the sight where otis redding crashed

if i was woody guthrie i would write a song about it

jack kerouac has a purple heart

i cant argue with what i said before

i cant fight my feelings
fuck it
you just
go and bare all sometimes
if you cant sit there
in the sickness
then get the hell out

just like a butterfly
making butter in the sun
warm my pre-morning smile
find that magic howl

sometimes i make misses so
sometimes i walk hand in hand
sometimes my love is growing
ill tell you darling

a ghost or a shadow

we've dropped off before
like a being born from a whore
there we are without a doubt
you can scream or you can shout

obscured by coca-cola

who are we
but you and i
we walk around town
just to see a pedigree
i punch holes
in a can and we get
stoned
what can i say,
i'm in my prime
not short,
not dead,
no rest,
and blink your head,
and i'll be gone
green is a funeral man's drum song
t-bone strum and get you some
stay behind and be gold eyes
look around the morning
suprised to find no sunlight lies