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I have flown
To star-stained heights On bend and battered wings In search of Mythical kings Mythical kings Sure that everything of worth Is in the sky and not the earth And i never learned To make my way Down Down Down Where the iguanas play I have ridden Comet tails In search of magic rings To conjure Mythical kings Mythical kings Singing scraps of angel-song High is right and low is wrong And i never taught Myself to give Down Down Down Where the iguanas live Astral walks i try to take I sit and throw i ching Aesthetic bards And tarot cards Are the cords To which i cling Don't break my strings (i wish you would) Or i will fall (i wish i could I wish i could I wish i could) Curse the mind That mounts the clouds In search of mythical kings And only Mystical things Mystical things Cry for the soul That will not face The body as an equal place And i never learned To touch for real Or feel the things Iguanas feel Down Down Down Where they play Teach me Teach me Teach me Reach me. |
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Yada yada yada yada yada
Let's top talking talking talking Wasting precious time Just a lot of empty noise That isn't worth a dime Words of wonder Words of whether Should we shouldn't we Be together Yada yada yada yada yada yada Let's top talking talking talking Taking up out lives Saying things that don't make sense Hoping help arrives Curse my questions Damn your qualms Tomorrow they could be Dropping bombs And we go yada yada yada yada yada So we sit At a restaurant table Discussing reasons We're unable to commit That's not it All i want Is to please and enjoy you What makes you think I'll be out to destroy you If you commit That's not it Is it something you sense Underneath my defenses That makes me a threat That's not it And yet Suppose that's it Ow wow wow i don't want to Think about that now Let's top talking talking talking Every lame excuse Justifying alibying Listen what's the use The sparrow chirps The chipmunk chatters And we go on as mad as a hatter And nothing at all gets said Talk to me please In bed Where it matters Yada yada yada yada yada |
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Loved i two men
Equally well Though they were diff'rent As heaven and hell One was an artist One drove a truck One would make love The other would fuck Each treated me The way he knew best One help me lightly One bruised my breast And i responded On two diff'rent levels Like children reacting To angels and devils One was a poet Who sang and read verse One was a peasant Who drank and who cursed Before you decide Who's cruel and who's kind Let me explain What i felt In my heart and my mind.... The artist was tender But suffered from guilt Making him sorry The following day And he made me feel guilty The very same way In his bed on the following day The other would take me And feel no remorse He'd wake with a smile In the bed where we lay And he made me smile In the very same way In his bed on the following day The blow to my soul By fear and taboos Cut deeper far Than a bodily bruise And the one who was gentle Hurt me much more Than the one who was rough And made love on the floor. |
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You know the hollywood sign
That stands in the hollywood hills I don't think the christ of the andes Ever blessed so many ills The hollywood sign seems to smile Like it's constantly saying "cheese" I doubt if the statue of liberty Ever welcomed more refugees Give me your poor Your tired your pimps You carhops your cowboys Your midgets your chimps Give me your freaks Your whores your harlots Your flunkies your junkies Give me your starlets Mary cecilia brown Rode to town on a malibu bus She climbed to the top Of the hollywood sign And with the smallest possible fuss She jumped off the letter "h" 'cause she did not become a star She died in less than a minute and a half She looked a bit like hedy lamarr Sometimes i have this dream When the time comes for me to go I will climb that hill And i'll hang myself From the second or third letter "o" When mary cecilia jumped She finally made the grade Her name was in the obituary column Of both the daily trades I hope the hollywood sign Cries for the town it touches The lady of lourdes in her grotto Saw fewer cripples and crutches Give me your poor Your maladjusted Your sick and your beat And your sad and your busted Give me your has-beens Give me your twisted Your loners your losers Give me your black-listed You know the hollywood sign The witness to our confusion A symbol of dreams Turns out to be A sign Of disillusion. |
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Whatever you give me
I'll take as it comes Discarding self-pity I'll manage with crumbs I'll settle for moments I won't ask for life I'll not expect labels Like lover or wife If showing affection Embarrasses you I will not depend And i will not pursue For you are Younger than i Younger than i Younger than i And i am Wiser than you The one a.m. phone calls You're here then you're gone Come when you need me I won't carry on I'll simply accept you The way that you are Unsure and unstructured My door is ajar Those lemon haired ladies Of twenty or so Of course you must see them Just don't let me know Don't let me know Whatever you do For you are Younger than i Younger than i Younger than i And i am Weaker than you I'll give you a year Maybe two Maybe three Then what will happen? Where will i be? You'll still be a boy But what about me? What about me? What about me? Why must you treat me With so little care I've so much inside me I'm aching to share Why am i constant To someone like you? Children don't know The meaning of "true" Those lemon haired ladies Why must you seem them? All that i want in your eyes Is to be them Time is on their side That's all i lack I wish you would just Go away No Come back Come back Go away Come back Go away What in hell can i do? I'm supposed to be wise For i am Older than you Older than you You so self-centered The games that you play Do as you please You will anyway Of course you will see them No use to pretend For they are Younger than i Younger than i Those lemon haired ladies And they will Win in the end. |
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I watch the game
Aware of tricks I do not want to see I do not want to see A card is palmed The bets are placed The loaded dice make three And no one sees but me Does no one see but me? The roulette wheel Goes round and round And stops a bit too short It's made to stop too short It's built to stop too short The chips are down The croupier laughs And calls a cheated player sport He laughs and calls him sport And the sport laughs with him The sport laughs with him There are no clocks Upon the gilded walls The drapes are drawn In everlasting night "we never close" The neon light Blinks at the sky "we run an honest house" The advertisements lie For i have chanced to glimpse Behind the imitation Antique mirror And i have seen the pupil Of the boss's Spying eye Pontius pilate's soldiers Gambled at the bottom of the cross Even his ragged robe was lost So would you kinda care To tell me boss What chance have we? What chance have we? Would you kinda care To tell me boss? I watch the game And if i play I know i'll go for broke It must be go for broke The game is fixed It's just a Funny Foolish Never ending joke A never ending joke The dealer winks And beckons With a toothless Taunting grin I know i cannot win The game is fixed Okay all right Okay all right Okay all right God damn it Deal Me In. |
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