SEVEN
SAD SKATERS He didn't live on the
Eastside
With streets like 168th and 164th
That's where those Bellevue Bad Boys
Got on their skateboards and yelled "Ahoy!"
He was one of seven sad skaters
He remembered when a skater committed a sin
And he felt like hell when they
reprimanded him He felt he needed to dig deep
to find that place in himself
Somewhere near the reservoir at the bottom of
the well He was one of seven sad skaters < LAKE
CHELAN I heard people turned 21
And had fun in the sun So I drove out to Lake
Chelan
To become a gambling man Met a guy
named with a plentiful stash
He called me "Mash" and we drove to the bash
We met some hot tall girls, we boogied and shook
We got boondoggled, we heard some hip-hop hooks
We did handshakes, we saw some belly tattoos
No one remembers this shit the
way that I do Down to the cursing, lascivious
and lewd
There was heat in the back seat till the sting got poo-poo'd
He fell over twice then he jumped in the lake
On account of his vice, he nearly
fell down the stairs There's always someone cooler
in college
We need to do something with this knowledge
Let's get laid often and drink martinis
Let's make a plan to vacation to San
Tarini < WAKE ME UP ON WEDNESDAY
I know we come
From different
schools
I know we have
Different points of view
Do you like my writing?
Do you dig poetry?
Take a look at all the parts
of me
Do you like what you see? I'm always
mauled on Monday
So you can discard what I have to say
Somehow there is a disconnect
It's a problem you can't correct
But everything
changes in this fable
When you truly cut the cable
It doesn't matter
When you're tired on Tuesday
There's no sense in all
the chatter
When you're tired on Tuesday
She gave him a card and she saw him smile
She wanted to keep the happiness
alive for a while
She knew her parents just wouldn't understand
He thought he'd give it a whirl,
See what it was like to live up in that
town with that girl
He wondered if he could get along
Wake me up on Wednesday
That's when the hangover begins to go away
Wake
me up on Wednesday
That's when I start having something to say
The truth will come out on Thursday
But wake me up on Wednesday OH
CHILD, YOU OUGHT TO KNOW Oh, Child,
you ought to know
There are so many places to go
Oh, Child, you will see
There are so many things to be You can choose
to be wed
You can wander instead
Oh,
Child, I was young
I was just like you, my son
I was anxious to go
And travel along ancient roads Now I'm happy
to be
What I was meant to be Oh, Dad, how
can I say?
All the things I want to say?
Oh, Dad, you wouldn't believe
All the losses that I have grieved Well, I know
that I'm young
And I am my father's son Oh,
Child, you ought to try
To discover what's inside
Oh, child, it's a lie
To think you have forever Oh, Dad
I have
stayed up late at night
I have cried and lost my sight
I have watched
loved ones die
I have tried to ignore the hole inside
Oh, Child, the hours will fly by
And you'll still have to live
And you'll
still have to try
To make those dreams come alive
The advice I give you is my best
But I can only make a guess UNTIL
I FALL INTO MY GRAVE People say I'm
crazy to keep rockin' all the years
They said it with more confidence after
they've had a few beers
I say, I know I've heard it; in songs, I celebrate
it
But don't show up at my shows if you feel like you really hate it
I will play a harmonica
As I start to fade away
And I will stumble up
the hill
Until I fall into the hole
Where they dug my grave
People say, "When will you quit playing shows? You are so brave"
"We've seen
you at the hootenanny, we've seen you at the rave"
I tell them there will
be no finish line
I can't think of a better thing to do than this
I will play a harmonica
As I start to fade away
And I will stumble up
the hill
Until I fall into the hole
Where they dug my grave
We're still having fun and to tell you the truth
There's nothing else for
us to fuckin' do
Sometimes you feel like a bum but it just too much fun
We'll keep on rockin' for you and you and you
I will play a harmonica
As I start to fade away
And I will stumble up
the hill
Until I fall into the hole
Where they dug my grave CLAP
YOUR HANDS I have a plan
Everybody
clap your hands We play the beat straight
So you can all shake What else can a guy like
me do?
I just can't wait for you to Clap
your hands
Clap your hands Let's come together
Oh, let's come together I had the plan
So
everyone give me a hand I'm gonna start a band
And for you it will prove That it's plain to
see
I've got more ambition than I need We'll
keep on movin'
We'll keep on rockin Come
follow me
I'm chasin' after liberty I'm not
getting younger
But that doesn't matter We
all get older
We all get older If I'm cool
enough for you
You're cool enough for me
If not, what could we do?
There's no simple answer, true
Clap your hands
Clap your hands BIG
COMMERCIAL RADIO RECORD I want
to be heard
I want to make a big, commercial radio record
You and I listened
so many nights to The Band
All the chicks loved the Weight
You and I dug
Ophelia
But how many people know Ophelia?
The world is a big, big place
I want to speak to the human race
The page
only has so much space
You can do the math, abscond from the art
Few of
the great songs touched the charts
How many units did our favorite songs move?
One million people can't always agree I
want to make a big, commercial radio record MR.
CLEAN JEANS I can't afford
The things you need
I can't put my all into it
I can't compete
I guess I need to truly believe I know the house
You want to own
I know the map
I've seen the stone
I guess I need to truly believe I don't believe
In what you need
Is your soul clean?
How are your genes?
Can we get a long? What kind of life
Will we create?
Will they be great?
I guess I need to truly believe
Can you feel the craziness?
I can feel it in my jeans
Can you begin to
relate?
We'll just have to see the in betweens
I guess I need to truly believe 88
KEYS There was no refuge
There
was no solace
All of these inanities Were taking their toll on his sanity
But he always had the piano
88 keys
88 keys
I'll find myself
Somewhere within these
88 keys
MORTIMER SLEDGE
He crossed 520
He wore the Nikes
He worked the adding machine
He sent
the emails Mortimer Sledge
He needed his
job He had the 401K
He updated the web site
He had a marketing plan
He kept it all in his head
Mortimer Sledge
He needed his job | 
