There's a strand of my DNA
A double heliz unzipped
Dedicated to your T 'n A
From your tits (hips?) to both sets of your lips
I'ayiyaiyaiyai'mmm...s.s.sick!
You know you wanna suck my dick
Take it home give it a kiss
Show it to Watson and Crick
Tell 'em, "Hey, get a load of this!"
I'ayiyaiyaiyai'mmm...s.s.sick!
There's something hidden in my genes
I'll hide it make you play go seek
Strike my tower til you see how it leans
Like a peeping tom I steal my peek
There you are you think you're all alone
Yet you would want to watch me cop a feel
In the ether I can feel you moan
I go from soft and fake to hard and real
Every now and then I get so lonely
Every now and then I feel afraid
Every now and then I am my own one and only
All alone I know that I'm not fully made
I'ayiyaiyaiyai'mmm...s.s.sick!
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Excitable Ditch Digging 06/01/11
You can light fire
You can darken my door
You can walk along my wire
You can run surveillance off of my shore
You can't sleep on my anger
You can't wake the dreaming dead
You can't fake a bolt of bliss
You can't take much less of this
You can darken my door
You can walk along my wire
You can run surveillance off of my shore
You can't sleep on my anger
You can't wake the dreaming dead
You can't fake a bolt of bliss
You can't take much less of this
Not The Lost 01/01/12
I'm the pipsqueak
Not the architect
Not the big cheese
Not the surgeon tech
I'm the castout
Not the castaway
Not the lost
Not not the looking for
I'm not the lost
Not the castaway
Not the looking for
Not the lost
Not the lost
Not the lost
Not the lost
If you're gon' be bitches
Times is hard
Not the architect
Not the big cheese
Not the surgeon tech
I'm the castout
Not the castaway
Not the lost
Not not the looking for
I'm not the lost
Not the castaway
Not the looking for
Not the lost
Not the lost
Not the lost
Not the lost
If you're gon' be bitches
Times is hard
California Waltz (Spring 2011)
It's a hard one
A new one
A blue one
A used one
It's schlocky sentimental schmaltz
It's a tied one
A bound one
A found one
A lost one
It came from Des Moines, Phoenix and New Paltz
And no one can stop it
Because it comes from so many (people)
Who came from so many (towns)
To come here and lie on this fault
It's more Cuban than champagne
More burger than caviar
It's the height of our culture
Brand new single malts
The beautiful California waltz
A new one
A blue one
A used one
It's schlocky sentimental schmaltz
It's a tied one
A bound one
A found one
A lost one
It came from Des Moines, Phoenix and New Paltz
And no one can stop it
Because it comes from so many (people)
Who came from so many (towns)
To come here and lie on this fault
It's more Cuban than champagne
More burger than caviar
It's the height of our culture
Brand new single malts
The beautiful California waltz
Grand House (Bogota 2011)
I have fallen off the wagon
But it's not that far to fall
My balance is a breathing cry
My halt's a seeing call
Now never underestimate me
Deliver's all I do
Shiver timber, open see
And sail on up to thee
Ever now for ever tree
Ever ever me and you
(Ever ever you and me)
But it's not that far to fall
My balance is a breathing cry
My halt's a seeing call
Now never underestimate me
Deliver's all I do
Shiver timber, open see
And sail on up to thee
Ever now for ever tree
Ever ever me and you
(Ever ever you and me)
I Hope My GPS Can Bring Me Home (Spring 2011)
Lost in the wilderness so long
I forgot my song
So hellbent on being right
I forgot to be wrong
Now I'm on a long long road
Heading into that American loam
Trapped beneath a big dark dome
I hope my GPS can bring me home
Heading from the future
To some unremembered past
Bedding down in nowhere
I can recognize at last
Forced to keep on traveling
Wish I could cease this roam
Every time the setting sun brings down that gloam
I hope my GPS can bring me home
I forgot my song
So hellbent on being right
I forgot to be wrong
Now I'm on a long long road
Heading into that American loam
Trapped beneath a big dark dome
I hope my GPS can bring me home
Heading from the future
To some unremembered past
Bedding down in nowhere
I can recognize at last
Forced to keep on traveling
Wish I could cease this roam
Every time the setting sun brings down that gloam
I hope my GPS can bring me home
It's Okay To Choose LA 12/04/10
It's okay to choose LA
It's all real beneath the glitz
New York might have the Ritz
We're on a fault line
We're waiting for the biggest hits
But you've got to admit
The weather's the shit
The same each and every day
It's okay to choose LA
Fake tits fake lips
No tan lines frosted tips
It's all real beneath the glitz
New York might have the Ritz
We're on a fault line
We're waiting for the biggest hits
But you've got to admit
The weather's the shit
The same each and every day
It's okay to choose LA
Fake tits fake lips
No tan lines frosted tips
As Romans Do 11/09/10
There is no more middle man
The one who took some thing and put it
In your hand
There is no more go-between
The one who makes a living helping
Folks get what they need
There's the point and there's the click
There's one beast that benefits
And all those in the middle
Have been stripped of all their class
Their past is all they have
Bereft victims of theft
An identity is left
But it's a sham
Glamour, clamor, hammered home
Rome has roamed
We do as they did
All scared to death
Nah, nah, I kid
The one who took some thing and put it
In your hand
There is no more go-between
The one who makes a living helping
Folks get what they need
There's the point and there's the click
There's one beast that benefits
And all those in the middle
Have been stripped of all their class
Their past is all they have
Bereft victims of theft
An identity is left
But it's a sham
Glamour, clamor, hammered home
Rome has roamed
We do as they did
All scared to death
Nah, nah, I kid
Warhol Makes Me Sad 10/25/10
So innocent
Yet this horrific cynicism
Leaches through
If that's me then who are you?
I wish I knew
So antiseptic
Yet this infected elitism
Reaches you
If that's true than who am I?
I wish I die
And all those grainy photos
Manson sans the blood
And all those types approaching proto
Impeccable in mud
So yeah, he makes me sad
I'm Brendan, that's my name
I know it's tongue in cheek
But I cry just the same
Yet this horrific cynicism
Leaches through
If that's me then who are you?
I wish I knew
So antiseptic
Yet this infected elitism
Reaches you
If that's true than who am I?
I wish I die
And all those grainy photos
Manson sans the blood
And all those types approaching proto
Impeccable in mud
So yeah, he makes me sad
I'm Brendan, that's my name
I know it's tongue in cheek
But I cry just the same
The Book Of Promises 02/22/11
Before it was written
You could read it front and back
Litany in one direction
Round the corner to attack
For years it served its purpose
As a cavalcade of lies
Til it ran from its own page
And landed in your eyes
Now it is title less
Back from where it once was named
You no longer read it to the sky
It moved to bliss from shame
So you can leave it down there
In that cave of Iceland spar
There are no promises between us
Just you am and I we are
But if you look real close
You'll see the shadow of these oaths
Through that double glowing lens
You'll see forever in these ends
You could read it front and back
Litany in one direction
Round the corner to attack
For years it served its purpose
As a cavalcade of lies
Til it ran from its own page
And landed in your eyes
Now it is title less
Back from where it once was named
You no longer read it to the sky
It moved to bliss from shame
So you can leave it down there
In that cave of Iceland spar
There are no promises between us
Just you am and I we are
But if you look real close
You'll see the shadow of these oaths
Through that double glowing lens
You'll see forever in these ends
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