SPITTING'
LOGIC All
you Teddy Roosevelts and Churchills
Here are the teeth, here is the steeple
Get
le monocle de mon oncle
And walk your poem to the street
Bowie wore a Starman
suit
Your dad did taxes in the rain
Aladdin Sane and the pretty and vain
We
all got on with our lives
Each of the men had extra wives
We walked into
the commode
We started up bands
We owned small coffee shops
We got older
This
is when you started up a business
To supplement your income
This is all
a fascination
For the emotionally mute
And the emotionally dumb
I think
I'm sticking out my thumb
The souls are all hitchhiking
Can you take me
for a ride?
The girls, the waitresses in the bars
They are looking for a
slim slide
We drink coffee and we commute
The accountants all look resolute
Theirs
is the world of the navy blue suit
And the chimney sweep needs a bath
SHINE
ON EVERYTHING
Note
by note, line by line
Put this up for sale
Let's make some sense of our
lost time
Let's put this up for sale
All of the characters act so strange
When
you think it through
Why did they act the way they did?
She wants to know,
too
You gotta let it shine on everything
You gotta let it shine on
everything
You gotta let it shine, shine on everything
That you are
Lying in the hospital bed
The flowers are in bloom
They are so bright
and so alive
While you're stuck here in this room
This must be a play, they
say
The play does not make sense
But note by note and line by line
The
story is immense
You gotta let it shine on everything
You gotta let
it shine on everything
You gotta let it shine, shine on everything
That
you are
You gotta let it shine on everything
You gotta let it shine
on everything
You gotta let it shine, shine on everything
That you are
GIVE ME A SONG Give
me a song
Give me a crowd
Give me a voice
And I'm gonna sing it
Give
me a bar
And a guitar
Give me a chord
And I'm gonna ring it
Don't
give me doubts
I want to sing out
I want to become a thing for the ages
We
have one life, we have one body
We have one hour
So we're gonna bring it
Give
me my friends
Give me my tunes
Give me my family
And my commitments
Give
me some hours
Give me some ideas
Give me some love to bring to the room
Don't
give me doubts (No!)
I want to sing out (Sing it!)
I want to make something
That lasts when I'm finished (Go!)
I want to make something
That's there
when I'm finished
These are my words
This is our time
This is my song
Give
me my friends
Give me family
And my commitments
Give me some hours
Some
ideas
Give me some truth
To bring to the room
Don't give me doubts
I
want to sing out
I want to make something
That's there when I'm finished
So
my friends, it's time to end
The show is done and the book is a-closing
The
story's not done, not yet
We'll do it tomorrow
Another road
Another trail
This
is my song
BRANNIGAN'S REPRIEVE The
impatience of the pernicious
Is like icicles yet more amiable
In the omnibus
they were tickling
Through the simpering saxophones they were inkling
In
the height of madness they were aching
In the seasons they were taking
It
was the love they were forsaking
GOODBYE JANEY (AGAIN) Hey
there, look at them all
Lining up for plastic
Remember when you were young
And
you were bright and orgiastic
Remember the time you said you tried
To run
into the light
I was there in my old chair
Tryin' to help you fight
But
it was cold
And it was dark
And it was the middle of the night
So, Janey
Goodbye
WALLY THE WONDER WORKER It
was four days from October
In the land of Irish Rovers
When I saw the man
they'd told me of
He was a legend and a soldier
Of the streets back in Boulder
And
now he radiated from above
I said, "Oh, Wally the Wonder Worker
Where
are all the lovers
And where are all the barkers?
Who are the trusted?
And
who gets busted?
For being themselves
In a world that tries
To make
them everybody else?"
Wally just winked
He said the magic is silence
And
the truth is rarely violence
But action is better than depression
But truth
is better than aggression
FLOOD BLUES Wash
your face
Wash the blood
You were down in the mud
Without a trace
In
the flood
You got swept under the rug
You got nothin' to lose
Goodbye
to your flood blues
A GIRL LIKE YOU Well,
I was a little boy
Just outside De La Croix
You were young and we would
sing
I'd push you in your parents' swing
Baby doll, I know that our reward
in heaven will be great
Don't forget your privileges are twisting in the swirling
winds of fate
Oh, God, who knew?
I'd find a girl like you
Those words
don't mean to me what they do to you
Was it me who put you there?
Was it
me who held your share?
You were down, I thought you knew
I was down; you
seemed down, too
Oh, God, who knew?
I'd find a girl like you
I'm sorry
I didn't believe you
Every word you spoke was so true
Those words don't
mean to me what they do to you
COUNTRY PICKIN' TUNE Got
an old friend running through my heart
Got a freeway running through my yard
YOU DON'T KNOW ME I'm
washing my hands
There are cuts on my forehead
I'm alone in the studio
While
the wind beats its wings outside
A million birds fly
They have a sense of
geography
But they don't see too much periphery
They just move
Towards
an uncertain destiny
You don't know me, that's what I said
When we first
met
You were so ingénue
You were feelin' a little sad
About the
way that life
Had treated you
Now you don't worry
Now you don't fret
Nobody
gets angry
And no one regrets
But what's the damn point
When nobody
frets
And nobody gets too high?
You don't know me, that's what I said
Take
a look at me
I got a feelin' you don't know me
Take a look at me
I got
a feelin' you don't know me
You don't know me, that's what I said
THE GILDED AGE (1877 - 1900) I
was making wax for my candle
My mustache was a handle bar
There were parlor
girls and parlor boys
There were oil pipes and round house toys
In the steel
age we were fixin'
We were nursin' some tall steers
We had warm beer for
lunch
We were gentlemen
In the gilded age we were orphans
And Horatio
was runnin' down the street
His ascent was attributed to luck
But he rambled
on and on 'bout pluck
So we said, "Polish your shoes"
And lose
your pauper blues
And do not listen to the charlatans
And ignore the hucksters
You
are better than them
In the gilded age, turn the page
A railroad is being
built
The carnie barkers are walkin' on stilts
It's the gilded age, turn
the page
Make it shine, make it shimmer
Got my boardwalk suit and my safe
full of loot
Got my mansion creepin' up to the sky
Got my head held high
in the gilded age
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