Losers

got my stone cold pharow
trying but its lonely cause my hard drives crashing
aint no virus but a pickup truck
staying on this side of the yellow line that says so much
never so sure what that easy? road is really for (easy - angry - empty road)

Got my stone cold pharow
in your mind now thats a start
wild distraction sure your itch is not from scratching
say hey maybe nevermind why its easy but
those go useless and youll find this forever stuck

got my stone cold phayrow
got my vision of 4000 bucks
wicked my need while I set it all free

need a this time
want a new used puck up truck
mighty is my gasoline
laughing pistons screem
down this wild easy? road
down valleys down stream
never as it seems?

Light on a motion
Don’t read past the veil
I pace what I know
And suffer the same
Where and then why, can’t get by
Wandering, mumbling

bound, an icy blade slides into me

Damned to always seeing feeling hearing

Dust and fine then, life and…
fine just me

bastion silvers casting feeling down
I left it open

Numb past the wailing machine I don’t need to feel this
Nothing
All I see must be real
The lights flashing screams I lean
Every scene needs to be measured

The veil only covers just my eyes

All that I say is all that I am
Take it in I’m through it will leave me
Law blinds my eyes to the sea
Marriage to sensation it’s all over trapped in a daydream

Money machine spitting flat green
feed me I need money money money
give me access
money machine
anytime sweeet sweet green

money money machine
my kind friend
carress me with your gentle cash
now I can find thrills
fill my pocket feed my greed
access me to all that I need

money machine phantom cash queen
all over town
right here right now
lets get down
incificient funds wont catch up with me
I’ll be good to you
you be good to me
money money money machine
I reach out to you
in need
money money machine
money money money

rake, and shovel, big dirt digger
pull up the ground, swirl my thought
it’s the only one i got
i like it alot
and i use it every day
sometimes in ways that i don’t understand.
i listen to you and don’t know what to do
i slip on the street, i climb to my feet
but the cars keep on coming,
they take me unawares, catch me with my face down
me big dirt digger
me the puller of the ground
i rake my ass over the coals
don’t know why, don’t know why

take me down by the big big water
and toss my lonely thought right in
across the ocean it will go alone
and meet a thought that can’t decide
the thoughts over there, they try to hide
they get out of my hair all tangled
take me down to the gold sunset sea

and you still stand there
in that beautiful shrine of millions
trapping the eyes and hands of passers
take a rest, make me breathe in cool waters
i lift a spoon
as your mouth gapes so wide
pour in the medicine
take it straight from me
the big dirt digger
with my shovel and small trowel
i scoop that earth right into your mouth
don’t ask why, i don’t ask why.

Any old dream that will come along
Every minute on its own

Accross this strangeness we call home
Old naked windy sun dont shine on me too long

Awaiting cool wet home and the shadows open up
Any old dream that will come along

Dancing green while the thirst is gone
Dew dripping from a ceiling soaking sun

Any old dream that will come along
Despair or nightmare free
And icy cold releice

take my body funeral director
bury me in the ground
i am dead my life is gone
bury me in the ground

burn me in your incinerator
fry my bones into ash
nothing’s left in here funeral director
fry my bones into ash

show my face to no one
i’m not worth the sight
don’t you even gaze on me
as my body’s put to an end

rest not oh funeral director
’til i am finished finally
bury me or burn me soon
’fore the world is stained permanently

Can’t Stop too late they've opened the door
You slam it shut, it opens once more
So where you were never even was there before

when we fought our telephone wars over area code
many good bullets were destroyed
in the flesh of the storm
but our side yes was right

I guess this is keeping score
and these figures replace what is real
these digits to feel and share
while those others they dare to open more doors
So embrace the loss
So embrace the loss

I guess this is keeping score
and your math skills are poor
so embrace the loss and realize for good
any other way they would say is absurd

Out cold by the window
swimming fast and tired
a few small fish then one large over the edge
taken in by this new design, it overpowers me
with that scaly skin and orphan-gill approach
what makes you talk about those ridiculous things
then just leave without saying what we already know
you can’t get a long with out the past you know
I slip back and wonder, getting lost, and finding things
Things that I won’t ever see, they just hide behind
the yelling,
the cold screams that cloud my wakened life

I lift them to a new shelf, they are set for a while
and I can see the road through this thin
invisible film curving and meandering, running quickly
past the open plain and wide plateau,
I stop before the field I grow

get bitten by the wasting beast
have friends receive my waiting wreath
Held down for days in cold dank sand
tossed coins to streams and dip my hand
give oath to be always untrue
slip solemn truth through time’s dark hue
so cross the border steps my mind
and I’m off

I lift them to a new shelf, they are set for a while
and I can see the road through this thin
invisible film curving and meandering, running quickly
past the open plain and wide plateau,
I stop before the field I grow

the top is no longer above me, now, or before behind me
no
crossed the border
out here, and are you? out here?
can’t be with me in the dark out here
no
with me
crossed the border

There were some cars out here
we went to them
got on in, so sleek,
but rusting a bit ‘round the wells
and you know the dualies are spittin some gas

I crawl to my seat
with my thoughts in the gutter
did what I do so good brutha jo
and if you take me there I’ll let you know . . .

smokin, my head’s just a smokin
no belated sorries today
wheel this thing on around
we’ll take it to tinsel town now!

Forgot to watch the street cars glide
in the evening shade of the buildings
haze setting in for the night now
looks like we’re here for the scene
hope it ain’t to bloody - he freaks
on that kinda deal these days

are the back-yard slims still stickin around?
We’ll play them up for a little downtown
make me a sucker I get what I need
swing that out here and I can’t help but feed

smokin, pal, my head it’s a smokin!
Twistin around to the lightning by the bridge
how’s that for a thank you,
we’ll hit him for his left eye next time!
takin it to vegas
spinnin in my shoes
oh my holy hind-fuck!
I’m a-bleedin’ at the blues!

Sting ray, make my way
snakin through the bright blue bay
I’ll rest at the bottom today

Brave ediphus stone ghost cage it will be an ancient rage
in a different day in another way they will say

it will be an ancient rage so begin the bitter phase
it will be an ancient rage so begin the bitter phase

Well beyond our night and day
so begins the bitter phase
they will say it is an ancient rage

sarcophigus brave ediphus eats the flesh of uglyness
in a different day they will say
these are those days

So begin the ancient rage it will be a bitter phase
so begin the ancient rage it will be a bitter phase

 Cracked and crumbled marble sarcophigus
so begin the bitter phase yet today it seems ok
it will be an ancient rage.

slipped into fourth,
that old fastback friend
kicked down the tranqs,
nothing held up for long

they all said it was nothin’
working hard and long day after day
take that money and love it
fist full of change
and pockets stuffed with holes

take back the time of day and some nights
split down the middle of time
you’re waiting for the end, buddy
waiting but it don’t ever come
whistle away your blues
gaff it off and you’ll be fine

too many waiters and not enough time
too often felt but never quite high
split down the middle
the light never ends
quick enough and natureal for ya
can’t get past that silly little bed

oh, take my money - don’t be shy
we paid to get in here now let me on through
no hope for the patrons, but sit here and smile
smacked on the floor that’s what i’m here for
gang in the night with nothing to lose
stacked on the table for nothing but shoes

pockets full of holes
just waiting for my turn
dollar in my teeth
it must be coming soon
pocket full of holes
out on the road with no one home
pocket full of holes
no one home
aiming for new rivers edge
i’m out on the road

The trouble began normal
Just another day of twisted puzzle
slow low drip horrible

I want a god’s eyeball flying accross lost galaxies
snapped on to sockit help me face the daily toxicity

Explosions quick spark wheel and break
interstate up to the daily gate
not a reason to be their to be
and never to be late

In all haste loathe with hate the place
yet a payment makes another taste
eat it sour vile and fake
then escape with ice crumbs and thin breath

The trouble began when the boss said wait!
with veins across creased forhead space
“well today ha ha you get a break
advance with pay your looking great

I want a god’s eyeball flying accross lost galaxies
snapped on to sockit help me face the daily toxicity

now barried deep in sour fake
the crumbs increase so does the pace
our hero sees a quick escape
a box some ground a pair of dates

I want a god’s eyeball flying accross lost galaxies
snapped on to sockit help me face the daily toxicity

The trouble began horrible
endless days of empty puzzle
slow low drip normal

She is mystery
Alone
She knows mysterious
                 Thorns
Inside All Are Friends
 oF a lonely world
 Knowledge
inHabitants of ANother world
She is the only one
She is mirror unwound
A smile to no one
 shining unsound
        A verse
        Adverse city
         She is mystery
            Alone
              She knows mysterious thorns

Lasting longing in the wronging
I’ve done nothing for belonging
Just to give another one
Inside my mind and once I see the time
Scratched before my screams are pierced
Stretching eyes upon my brow
Across the song’s creative lies
Can’t decide
I decide amongst the view
Another loss another you but where
will mine become the light
Being I cannot be not
Though not is one day being’s lot
The loss is pain but pain is life
So in my brain there is no light

In the woods,
in the water
wading swimming going under
take my hand,
pull me over
I’ve got nothing left to hear

snow piling up in my house
snow makes it hard to get around
you can’t just shovel it here
gotta help it to cover the ground
tracks running every-which-way
tracks in the sand and the snow and the water
salt in the ocean is sometimes too green
to be held to the rules of my hand

in the woods,
in the water
wading swimming going under
take my hand
pull me over
I’ve got nothing left to hear

I crossed the mountains but the hills yet rise
in my path, I can’t see the other side
I can’t get there, try try try
lake of fire drawing near
wave of passion breaking clear
I’ve got nothing left to hear
mind my rabid sex career

telling about the times in seaweed
talking to someone in blue
hand me that gorge of bleeding
I thought it was someone I knew
I thought you were someone I knew
I thought I was someone I knew

ok boss just take my coat
leave it on the rail by the side
and tomorrow we can take another ride

in the woods,
in the water
wading swimming going under
take my hand
pull me over
I’ve got nothing left to hear

turn the page
i waste away
a mile of years
torn and grey
the chapter ends
a new one begins
again again lets begin again
clouds decay they blow away
a sun will light another day
the leaves they fall
for summers gone
another springtime another song
drizzle rain a thunderstorm
a mile passes the road is curved

I guess I’ll get
just what I
        deserve

Brain to toe
sorrow to woe
this land will go
pass unfold behold the mode
the cold wind blows
emptyness world rips bold soul
you cry alone no sound will go
you cry to moan
no sound no hope
you are alone
the cold wind blows
the cold wind blows