nice to hear from you
too bad this night is over
too sad this night is too sad
the hammock in the crescent moon
is being raveled up
and the big guy is driving to work

but it's nice to hear from you
too bad your too sad to continue
too much w/ too little to say

i wanna hang out at bars
even though i never drink
i wanna carry this chip
all the way up shit shine mountain
i am the siren, the tiger,
the world reflected in my eyes
at least that's what she told me
as she refilled my shot glass
I'm amazed at the way your taking this
I'm surprised at your lack of care
I'm turned over by your deep dispassion
But i'm in love with the world reflected in your eyes

and the world was reflected in her eyes
deep greens and reds and oranges and blues
deep appeal for her deep dispassion
details only known to you
and I'm amazed at the way your taking this
I'm surprised by your lack of zeal
I'm turned on by your iron stomach
but I'm unsure how to get home

i wanna hang out in bars (x4)
uh huh uh huh
i have a cramp in my jaw
probably from the whiskey
that I never drink

let's ski down shit shine mountain
let's abbreviate the name
i wanna take u home with me
and watch u get yourself
drunk

i played the track backwards
and I heard nothing but beauty
i called you on the phone
and I heard you softly weeping
I wondered how you could have heard
what I had heard
but you hung up

i took the long train
i took it all the way home
and I walked around the street
where I used to live and play
but I recognized nothing
and i called my mother on the phone
but the line was down

i played the track back
and I heard nothing at all
I called you on the phone
but the line had been permanently severed
and i wondered
what had happened to all the stuff in my old room
and if I'd ever get that record (track) back

i called you on the phone
and I told you I loved you
and you said nothing
but I could hear someone else on the line
i got back on the train
and put my ear to window
and I could hear nothing but beauty

combat the loniless w/ the castaway cattle call

let's combat the lonliness with
stand




your made of gears
that turn me over
need wax and grease
to unstuck the cogs
need light and water
to illuminate imperfections
you makeshift functions
to illustrate your cause

this hallway of mirrors has cycled every strand of light
every drop of water has gone through my charcoal filter and
this has been a marathon meeting you
just before i run through the final ribbon
i'll drop out of the race
we can't have to many second places
this medal made of plastic
will surely melt under the setting sun and
this will be
my shortest goodbye ever
i love you
again

someone will remember you
like the one that got away
someone will remember you
like a hangover
someone will remember you
like their dying words
someone will remember you
like their pet cat
someone will remember you
like they distinguish right from left
someone will remember you
like themselves
someone will remember you
like their old phone number
someone will remember you
like a movie
but i'll remember you in the car
and i'll remember the highway
and i'll remember the roadkill
and i'll remember the air
i'll remember the pit stops
and i'll remember the accidents
and i'll remember the tickets
and i'll remember the mirrors
in the car

you are the narcissist
so let me kiss you
you can pretend that you don't mind
but behind the mirror there's flowers growing
you wear the same old shirts
and I don't mind
your purple vine
will unwind
and no surprise with what I do
you are philanthropy
so let me lead you
in a free form dance
open hitter's stance
open cabinet open mirror
seven years bad luck
seven reasons why
I don't mind that you don't care
when there's something sprouting in your hair
you are the little sister
and I am the priest
you are the stop sign
and I am the policewoman
you are the garbage truck
and I am the cans
you will find out what I'm made of
but you don't care as long as it all falls into place
honey you could have a dynasty built
harmful you deserve a shrine

her voice is the Wurlitzer
she wines on
the pedals depress me
but the playing impresses me
how'd all this music
get on the paper


how'd all this horse hair
get in my bed
how'd all this blood
come out my head

bella, the spider

i knew a spider called him
bella the spider lived in
the spaces of the walls and came out
nightly, like clockwork when he
knew we were away and
across the room trying to
sleep and not trying to
kill bugs

but there was no kleenex or
pesticide or rat-trap or
vacuum or natural solution
or glass bottle that could have
harmed him and no squeal, dating
or dated or no gross-out
factored his longevity
or Bella's demise

because once you name something and
once you know the story of
how he lost his first leg to
the garburator and how
he lost his second in
a competing spider web
and after Bella tucks you in
from the corner of the room

you don't mind the spider webs
in your hair
and you don't mind the egg sacks
in your coffee
and you mind where your walking
when your walking on the ceiling
and you mind how your talking
when your talking in your sleep

and you know where to look
and where not to look
when your looking
for a thing to look at.

(i want it and i've got it) all

i want a pet fish so i can check and make sure he's not dead
i want a coffee maker so i can remember to turn it off just before i leave in the morning
i want a vast quantity of monochromatic lighters so i always be looking for them when they've blended in to some background
i want a computer that will keep me up at night
i want a board game so i can loose the pieces and supplement my own
i want a poster that will strip the paint off my walls and then hide it
i want a friend that forgets to call me back when it's not important
i want a house that's pretty messy but always familiar
i want an essay that's hard to read but in the long term rewarding (if i ever finish it)
i want a ladder that's short enough that it stores easily but is rarely ever practical
i want several sizes of silverware just in case they were ever useful
i want to be loved without being needed, or be needed without being loved
really, i want it all, but just a little bit
and now i want it a little different.

in your spiderweb
easy bake oven
your oeuvre

ride across town
on a tandem bike
all by myself
cook my dinner
in an easy bake oven
listen to the music
of a greeting card

did the dishes with help of the deers
sealed by doors with the help of the mouse
let the roaches rest in my ears
and gave the spider domain of my mouth
and your oeuvre rests in her spiderweb
pull a piece out and it all comes apart
what if we did like Nietzsche said
and the lightning destroy our art

bound to a chair
unable to think or speak
but able to walk freely
through the corridors of dreams
captors staring willfully
examing my pupils
and arteries
I was bleeding but i was only bleeding
in a dream
bound to a chair with nothing to do
unable to eat and unable to sleep
but able to lap up the
residue of dreams
publishers standing
all around
notepads in hand
with nothing to write down

sparklehorse was completely right: you keep it simple at first
you four track it
so everything you need
is already fucking there

it's not the glitter that makes a thing
it's the stuff

the veneer of responsibility

this photograph would be creepy
if i didn't know both of you
how it's all fade-y and sepia-ed

it's significant enough to smile
to the theme of the star-spangled banner
that's what Nietzsche said

let me tell u something about fb

it knows whats on ur page

it knows what you "like"

so it tells me cher tickets are available

i want to run a brothel
into the ground
because i love you

what surprises
have to happen
for you to love me too

i only want to suffer until i do

you're killing me
i'm just trying to relax
(i never relax)

i wish my head was disconnected
this chair was free

it'll keeping playing
if im not there

i learn what i think when i read what i write

Masterpiece

and as he watched the masterpiece he'd worked so endlessly over fall to pieces,
"why did i not hire a security guard? why did i not write down all my thoughts?"
and as the crane hoisted him out from the wreckage by the seat of his pants,
"i saw time fall apart, out from under me, all around me, like someone had ripped the blanket off my naked body, pulled the hat off my newly shaved head,"
and in the distance he saw,
"nothing, dirty nothing, i was sure i would see something, i was sure something would be there, but there was nothing, just nothing,"
and the claw let go,
"hey, ho, whatcha doing there?"
it seems there had been some malfunction on the crane,
"oh no, oh no."
and splat, he went down, down into the darkest depths of his psyche

...and there he saw that the real truth, that a masterpiece isn't much if it's fallen apart.