LETHAL INJECTION
There is a 5-way, traffic snared and angry
Take a turn for the better, lose the grief
Find relief
Take some time for introspection
Turn the volume down
Take a hit, a lethal injection
Of love
Gina Lola, my pin-up girl at 12
Hayley Mills at 13, I was
Maturin’
Take some time for introspection
Turn the volume down
Take a hit, a lethal injection
Of love
Take a hit, a lethal injection
Of love
SUZANNAH OF CALYTHRIX
Who are you Where are you
Suzannah of Calythrix?
Lost in the blindness
Our best is behind us But Suzannah, we give thanks
For your kindness
And our sins Suzannah , the climber
Of the smoky fire
Where the flames are so cold
On the skin
Suzannah on the high wire
Waiting for the world to begin
Now I see you in your black dress
The street's in unrest
And they say the war Is won from within
You're a ghost, you're a symptom
You're bitter, you're lonesome
While I'm only
Hungry and thin
Tomorrow it's winter,
There'll be just a slither
Of hope that the deal is clear
And some light can get in
SAIL DOWN A BORDERLINE Desire calls us all to question Calls us to account
The advertizing dollar,
The sermon on the mount It's a burden I can't bear
These voices crisp and clear
From the servant and the master
Who tell me, "do not fear"
And you and I soon will know What it is we've lost
And though the road was open
The bridge was never crossed I climb up on a laser beam,
I wrestle with an epithet,
I sail down a borderline,
I sleep inside a clarinet
I cancel all subscriptions,
I dial the weary weatherman,
I speak your name quietly,
I stencil in another plan
The war is won
Oh, the war is lost
In the service of blind justice
In the blood spilled on the frost
And there's a scar now in the Heavens
Where our star, it fell
And there's a scar now in the Heavens
Where our star, it fell
SHADOWBOY AND SONGBIRD
Hiding in the shadows
With diamonds in his eyes
Some call it stardust
While other say he's blind Shadowboy declares "I don't like it here,
The poets all tell lies
And things are getting weird" Darkness holds the land
Though there's some who call it night
The power and the glory Is just the money and the might The Colonel and the broker,
They keep it so sincere
But for Shadowboy and Songbird
It's all so clear
Yes, Shadowboy and Songbird The word is going 'round You're the shade behind the music And they say you're going down hey, yeah, hey yeah She pours herself a strong one And mixes in some dry Then changes both her names While others change their minds
And Songbird sings a tune Just like a wounded bird
But from her fallout shelter
You just cannot hear a word And Afferbeck Lauder
Recites his A-B-C While Finnegan begins again
To work on you and me So dressed in hi-heel sneakers,
A skillet in his hands
He radiates his power,
He radiates his plan
DAY IT IS DYING Day it is dying
The air is soft whispers
All melancholy and brooding
Particular structures
In symbiotic dancing
While finding a fence
to sit on Day it is dying
In a deformed quietude
So beguiling it may
Take the edge off
your Martguerita, too
Day it is dying
And the clouds are all boiling
Like a dangerous smudge
Clinging to the riotous pages
Of an Ed Wood script
Day it is dying
Falling into it's own memory
Of recycled half-truths
Where we all congregate
Waiting for last drinks at the bar
Day it is dying
The air is soft whispers
All melancholy and brooding
Particular structures
In symbiotic dancing
While finding a fence
To sit on
B GRADE BLUES
You are a monster
You don't have fins or scales
And your claws don't rip my flesh
You're low budget and you're trash
You're a rubber B grade monster, baby
Well yes, yes, yes
And I loved watching you after midnight
In that boozy monochrome
The light were dim, the smoke was thin
And we were all alone
You're a rubber B Grade monster, baby
Oh baby, please be gone
Then something came off the rails
While we were dancin' at the stomp
I thought I had you in my spotlight
While you were draggin' me to your swamp
You're a rubber B Grade monster
Oh baby, please be gone
You are a monster
You don't have fins or scales
And you claws don't rip my flesh
You're low budget and you're trash
You're a rubber B grade monster, baby
Well yes, yes, yes