Evil Vs. Evil
Evil vs. evil
I am driven down all systems stop now
Evil vs. evil
I prepare the letter from the madman
Blaming it on the mountain
Blaming it on the street team
Sweeping us clean from
Evil vs. evil
Zombie in tuxedo
At the hall of voodoo
Watch with “you do”
Hero vs. mirror
Digit vs. eyeball
Death Of The Party
She used to be an American airline
Through hotels/parallels
Of the far out moon
Still being watched by the pipe smoke contingent
From creameries extremeries
And you won’t leave soon
She drives like an exodus
Slow to the steeple
And her touch is sad
The cold room is clean
And it’s distant from people
But the bugs are bad
She is alone never off to the races
She is pulled by lumbering dogs
Being chased by beasts
For the foodstuff of dreams
Clay rails melting
Like at earthman equator
Blobs of light
Ripped from spiral ceilings
And now there’s no place to climb
Not a place
Tear it alive
I am always inventor
And I cry so suddenly
And I laugh so loud
And the cry is small
Beauty Of The Draft
Now we have a verdict:
Shit heels can walk
And the bones will rise
Right before our eyes
That’s the beauty of the draft
Poles will reverse
Last place goes first
It’s enough to make a preacher curse
That’s the beauty of the draft
Save it now
Don’t save it now – you know how
That’s the beauty of the draft
Winter winds will whistle
Through your bulletproof dismissal
That’s the beauty
Silver fools create the blackest rules
Slumbering in the shock
When the energy gets lost
In the beauty
That’s the beauty
That’s the beauty of the draft
Where Others Fail
Fear the heat
Clear the air
In the gig we are always gone
When the deal is forever on
The happy yard
The peeling paint
The pointing finger and driven nail
Accept your fortune where others fail
He is blues and boogie shoes
Soft light on a holy tablet
Still around and always there
Under most devoted care
Hey lost and hungry hustled souls
Strike and strip
You’re on the move
With others
All the others
Educate him – Mr. Wild
Dumb in public
Wise in jail
Lift him out and set him loose
To find success where others fail
Island Of Lost Lucys
Days of the phase of Lucy crying
Says don’t shoot, I’m already dying
You have made your mark on holy ground
Now you can’t be found
Love will take you down
Writing her slot for “The Snot Renditions”
Lost the last ones – “The Unconditions”
When no one came around
This time you’ll be around
To see the ceiling – gray in sorrow
Piss down and so you’ll find
The same old voices
Raised tomorrow
Breaking cracking
Gossiping away
Like the days of Lucy crying
Lost Upon Us
In the holier trails, yes
Lost upon us
Stare down your throat
Into the dust
Barely breathing
From scratching and screaming
And all is immersed in perfection and curse
Just to save you
That much I surely can give you
You don’t give it up
To the fool at the window
No – not you
In the flimsier fences
Built against us
Born within us
When love is lost upon us
The outspoken terms
Are tethered and blocked off
Taking all you have learned
As an osmotic toss-off
Being lost upon us
Heaven’s Gate
There’s far too much singing at Heaven’s gate
Where con men never can demonstrate
The trick of the flesh – it’s been dead of late
Undernourished – now thirst for fire – now spot the liar
Stoking the new fire at Heaven’s gate
Dimension and district for fist and fate
A new ark for arming the monarch and star
Consortial third eye at bake sale / bazaar
They know who you are
There’s far too much singing at Heaven’s gate
There’s far too much singing
The Naked Wall
The child needs to grow
The heart needs to know about you
The end is concealed
The song needs to build without you
True words are sunk
In a soft ground corrupted by heroes
A man with a rope
Who blackmailed the wild horse
We bring you all together to make it right
Sons of the bounty to break you
Take you into the naked wall
The search has begun
The eyes of the family seek you
So shall be you all
Your slate I-mac-you-lately polished
Growing stronger in their strangeness
Hungered highways split the sun
Off into your west
And through it now
Our wolf boys forgotten
Come you, come you to the wall
Blow dry your sheen, uh
In your slick limousine… uh
The Camouflaged Friend
You Must Engage
You must engage
Go up the river
Follow suit and to the cage
Of borrowed time
You must embrace
The stolen pieces of the cake
Get out the meat
And lip them once
The homeless braves and fallen masters
Bunch of names – the hallowed kind
You must not wait
Unfold the creases – smooth it now
Established ground
At pace with suffering
Schedule it for this man
Self-whipped with suitcase
And God’s perfect plan
You mustn’t wait
You must engage
Use all your rage
Use all your rage
This Time Do You Feel It?
This time do you feel it?
Doin’ the starman thing
Gazing at perfect stuff
This time can you use it?
Over the ocean
You and your wildmen
This time should we take it?
Maybe it’s just a trap
Probably won’t get out
This time should we blow it?
Over the naked wall
As tempting as summer?
This time we will feel it
Bathe in a gas of sorts
Occur in ecstatic rooms
This time do you see it?
Over the ocean
Billy the rain cloud
This time should we stand up?
Follow the exit signs
Maybe it’s not so bad
A Blue Shadow
No shades of on
Those filthy men
With their fameless faces
Playing suicide notes
Half and barely whole
At the bottom of their souls
In a blue shadow
Baby just name the place
In a blue shadow
Everywhere chases you
Come on like some things sacred
Come on like no one real
Every sort from such a grooveless place
My heads race
Drawing mug shots – staking out the place
It’s all too much visuals
Contracts and residuals