FISHING haven't had a good meal since the bacon last Tuesday i'm smelly and tired, i'm not getting hired i'm ready to fight, ready to tussle
woke up at four, slugs in my sneakers
air mattress leaking again
choke on a smoke, chug down a beaker
a concoction of cold coffee and half sour milk
i'm ready to go man, you better beware
you big bony porgies, you better be scared today
a big blue would make my blues go away
my head is aching and my limbs are all shaking
and i'm quite emotionally spenti'm ready to kill you and then I will grill you
you big floppy flounders, i'm going to astound you todayi'll stay here alone, i'm not going home
to let him beat me to death
my name is kevin and though i'm only eleven
I learned how to fish when I was ten
i'm too young to try anyway
i don't need a job, i refuse to rob
i'm going fishing again todayi'm going to slay you and then i'll fillet you
cook you in garlic, and lemon, and butter, and wine
not eating clams and mussels tonight
if they are biting, i'll be delighting
and the rats won't keep me from sleeping tight
PRIORITIES
get your priorities straight, there's no time to wait
get them in line, that will be fine
and change the mistakes
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...oh, did I mention, you don't need to fence in
all those past lies from these eyes
I love you all the same
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things are moving fast now, the world is full of assholes
let's get it done or I have to move on
with my priorities
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TOPPINOCCHIO'S LATER YEARS
me and pinocchio were speaking on the telephone pinocchio was saying that he might not be staying so me and pinocchio were listening to the radio though old stromboli had mended all his evil ways so me and pinocchio sat staring at the radio finally 'nocchi started saying,"well,if there's one thing I know for sure, so me and pinocchio drove to the mediterraneo pinocchio was saying that he had realized for me and pinocchio, for me and pinocchio, for me and pinocchio
telling me how he'd been feeling kind of monotone
I think that he was drinking, he told me he was thinking
he needed to get away, a suicide in play
he had a book of matches, better come by before he crashesbut 'nocchi wasn't made of wood the way he used to be
he had changed to flesh and blood, I think in '93
but 'nocchi's complete sincerity peaked my curiosity
I said, "what if i am wrong? i better go and see?"
telling me how he'd been feeling kind of afraidio
he was approaching middle age, trapped again in old stromboli's cage
and 'nocchio himself collected quite a handsome wage
it wasn't his desire to be old stromboli's squirebut then something happened as we were sittin 'nocchi's cabin
a message from the radio, it came across in stereo
the king and queen of italy were having trouble out at sea
their freighters couldn't sail because of a big gigantic whale
i think it must have been for at least five days, you know
it hit us in the wickets, it was the voice of jiminy cricket
it's how to kill a whale.", he had done it once before
he didn't even need a boat he could do it on a rubber floatall he really needed was a ride out to the shore
a snifter of whiskey and a brand new boogie board
a box of wooden matches and a tin of dinty stew
though I thought he was crazy he was in a better mood
telling me how he couldn't live inside a lie and all
and even if he died, at least he would have tried
what jiminy cricket had been saying all his life
"a wish upon a star kid, is much better by far"so now me and pinocchio are floating out at sea
looking for that whale, floating on a dream
you may think we're screwed but we're doing it for you
so get down on your knees and say a prayer or two
WOLVES IN WOLVES CLOTHING
I saw the girl walk into the bar he tweeks her chin, he lights her slim CHORUS it just doesn't happen in the other town I saw him walk into the bar
there's no doubt she was a superstar
21, she had it all going on
every move, every smile, in the groove, but all the while...
he buys her gin, the wolf is in
eye to eye before she realizes
he touches her hip, he kisses her lips, he grabs her waist, now it's too lateshe looks confused to me now
sister, why'd you come here anyhow?
in your low cut lace, and that shit on your face
and your beckoning eyes, in a woman's disguiseand the newspaper said they found her dead
in a hotel room two hundred miles from here
and the newspaper said there was a fight
a scratch and bite will identify him
and the newspaper said a wolf's on the prowl
better keep your eyes wide open now
and the newspaper said we're just going to have to live in fear
it just doesn't happen when you're not around
it just doesn't happen to those other whores
sometime it happens to the girl next door, sometime it happens to the stool next to yours
it was the angel of death, he was smoking a cigar
checking it out, disguised in a crowd
the scent of blood, the scent of musk, a little lady full of lust
BREATHE
you're an idiot, where do you get off pulling this shit CHORUS you're an idiot for ruining the night CHORUS
you knew I had my ticket, you knew what time I had to split
the whole thing had been arranged, now i'm covering your ass and going insane
you're an idiot for making her die, you're an idiot for making me cry
but never you mind
this isn't the time
the time to think of all the screams
the time to think of all the broken dreams
friend, just lay back and breathe
just lay back and breathe
you're an idiot for ruining you're life
you thought you were so cool, you thought you never got drunk
but now you're a fool and everyone thinks you're a punk
you're an idiot for making her die, you're an idiot for making me cry
CAGES
down around my favorite road, where I have my favorite home chorus up on the hill is my favorite church where my favorite priest works chorus across the way is a favorite place, you'll find me there on my off days
I write the checks to pay my loans
this is where I make my bed, rest my philosophies in my head
where i dream my dreams, conceive my schemesthis is my bar, this is my town
hold my stool, i'm coming down
you can count on me being aroundheard it said that the truth will set you free
heard it said all you got to do is believe
well, i believe in the truth, yeh, i believe in myself i guess
i believe that god helps those who help themselves
(and all kinds of nonsense like that)
pleading his case for all us jerks
this is where I get my salvation, wafers and wine equals liberation
ah, such a sweet calculationthis is my baker, this is my banker
this is the station where I fill my tank up
to drive to strive to move up in rank
sitting on the dock of my favorite bay
this is where I make my escape, where my spirit misbehaves
like a bird out of a cagethis is where I am a human being
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this is where I try to sing
about all those silly, silly things
JUST LOVE THE GIRL
yes, I know, god is love yes, I know, there's something better chorus maybe she isn't all that smart, like you always say maybe it's true, you'll have nothing to talk about when you're 52 chorus love is a journey through the wilderness love is a winding mountain trial
yes, I know, his love is pure
yes, I know, it's above our love
yes, I know, there's something more
than her dark sultry eyes, and her tight fitting sweater
and the gentle way she looks and smiles at you
when she thinks no one will see, or realize it's youin my opinion, love isn't something you find
in my opinion, it's something you learn
in my opinion, love's a change of mind
in my opinion, love is a return
so why don't you just love the girl
you know, you might be right, she might be gay
if that makes you uptight, friend, what can I say
if you believe it's not right, why don't you stay away
maybe she isn't quite the socialite like you
maybe you're right, the timing and alignment's not right
for a pisces and a sagitarius to fall in love tonight
with wind, and rain, and cold, and pain
with rocks, and cliffs, and thorns, and thistles
and ravenous beasts, and bloody knees
and as you climb up, on and on
it becomes apparent to your heart
the wonderful thing that you've become
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never thought you'd see this face again
that your indiscriminate rage left bloodied and pained?
whose scars shine like stars for your darkened soul
to see the demons within that have made you cold
we are the believers of the dreams
by years of tears we are redeemed
from the sorrow you still haven't seen
into the dreams you still haven't dreamed
LONG WAY HOME
I guess it doesn't matter, said I with a frown my, o my," said I in reply tell the stars, tell the moon tell the trees, strong and tall scarcely a way up, and no way down
scarcely a way up and no way downand it's a long way home
chances are I might diesuch a long way from home
to tell me what I need to doit's a long way home
to catch me if I fallit's a long way home
miles and miles above the ground
guess it doesn't matter how I got here, I moaned
it's pretty damn clear which way I have to go
A DAY OFF
lazy day, lazy may, there's nothing here to make me stay got a bottle of wine sitting on the shelf hey joe, call that a throw? yea, I know, your only a crow
call in sick, take off the day
play frisbee in the trees with the crows and the jaysgot some time coming to me
screw the pay, I want to be free today
got some time all to myself
got no worries troubling me
i'm going to let that old bottle begot some time coming to me
screw the pay, I want to be free todaylittle sliver of moon smiling in the noonday sun
aren't you tired, your evening's work is done
crazy daisies lazing up against a wall
in the cold dark shadow of a mighty mall
i think that moon is smiling at you
it's a match made in heaven, and earth too
hey jay, what do you say, want to show that crow how to playgot some time coming to me
screw the pay, I want to be free today
WHATEVER
they're chanting and ranting down at the old town hall they're shooting up the heroin, snorting shit up their noses
the missiles are amassing and pointing toward disaster
they're studying the prophets down at the knigdom hall
and the fighters are flying, the mothers are crying,
the fathers are dying, and i'm not even trying to take a side
the leaders are lying, the young girls are crying,
the young men are dying, and i'm not even wondering
they're raping little boys, and they're raping little girls too
they're sharpening their knives to cut your throat
the prostitutes are tricking, the pushers are dealing,
the politicians stealing, and i'm not even sickened by it all
let the wicked be wicked, let the darkness grow and grow
then the truth will glow, and everyone will see and know
whatever needs to happen, whatever needs to be
yeh, even if i'm full of shit, let everybody see
whatever needs to come down, whatever needs to build up
whatever needs to suffer, whatever needs to die,
whatever needs to go up in flames, I think that I know why
whoever needs to be below, whoever needs to be above
the reason for all this is, almost nothing is done in love
chances are you hate me for singing this song
but all that really does stupid, is prove my point
let the wicked be wicked, let the darkness grow and grow
whatever man, it don't matter, soon everyone will know
SO IT SEEMS
your heart skips a beat everythime you hear those feet six days in this chisled out grave chorus you think again of those nights in the woods chorus go out to the point, to the edge of the land
shuffling on the porch above your head
so you creep back into the shadows instead
of the crisp autumn sunlight filtering red
and you wait for the shackle to clamp around your neckso it seems, so it seems
maybe you're better off being a slave you think
but the seventh is dawning and pouring it's beams
penetrating the cracks and the seams of the structure that stifles your dreams
what you thought kept your life may be causing your death
so it seems, so it seems
and you run wisdom's words in a loop through your mind
as you drink the frail wisp of light in just like wine
but a verse at a time never seems to get it done
but your mind needs the time to adjust to the sun
with the sentinel shouts and the dogs howling like wolves
as you rushed down the bank and plunged into the stream
how much longer is your spirit to scream before the vision's fulfilled and you're finally redeemed
it's the end of the line and you still aren't freeso it seems, so it seems
remove the cap from the telescope, focus your sight on the cerulean blue canadian shore
i know there is something you're looking for
i know that you know there is something more
but what was freedom last night seems to constrain you today
how many turns, how many years?
how long rehearsed till each man hears?
each position in the orbital skies views a different theme, a different rhyme
from act to act, from scene to sign...aries, taurus, to gemini
from year to year, from age to age, mankind grows into god's image
i remember sitting in billy's cell
7 years of harsh despair crammed into that square
kept his heartbeat in the darkest corner
a picture of his relatives and a fingerpainting of his daughter's
late at night he'd gather himself there for warmth
from the icy cold wind that descended
from his recollection of that voice that banished him from his soul
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i saw him once kicking rocks as he went along the road
how was i to know they were the same damn rocks they used to break his bones
later on that night he lay in a heap weeping tears of vodka and beer
at the edge of the creek where no one goes
the structure of his life was razed
she was going to be his wife some day
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