The Clothes
I want to thank you
For letting me know
The difference between
Wearing old clothes
And wearing new clothes.
And just when
Each type of clothes
Needs to be worn
Now I remember about saving them
And then to never let you forget the difference

In the Cave
All day long we knew we were playing with fire
We could tell by the burn marks
All day we was inside the cave
We was playing with fire
What else happened, we didn’t know
We paid
We surely did pay
I’m gonna get out of it
By going into it more
I’m gonna get out of it
Yes I am
And I’m gonna go into it more, too
What have I got to lose?
Not much
I’m gonna get out of it
By going into it more
But I got my stopwatch
I see time ticking
I see the numbers change
And then you get in the rhythm
You get to know a Monday
You get to know a Sunday
And the water
Yeah and the creaking grind
All that black water
Gets into your skin
Makes you want to forget
Some of those days
But I’ll meet you on a Sunday
I’ll meet you on a Tuesday
I’ll meet you any any any any any day
But who wants to go down fast?
I just want to stay alive
We were into the cave
Playin’ with fire all day
It cost a lot
They took it real fast
All of a sudden you turn around and say hey
I need to exercise
Hey, I need to stretch me

Out of the Cave
When I thought of what the scorpions must have considered me
As I laid amongst them
In a desert night
But they let me alone that time
And uh, I saw the horses swish their tails
And moved on to the bear country and
Fish country and
Must have seen four people in three days
Had to protect your head at night from the mosquitoes
Other than that, I guess you could survive
There was a wooden house
I’m not sure if it had two floors or one floor
I knew I had arrived
On the outskirts of something
Then I hit a road
Slipped and parked, bus
It was a metal house
Not under the tree, near the water
I heard the cars roar
I saw the people in their uniforms
Playing a good game
Nobody shirking their part
Doing it well and good
Me, I busted out
It was never the same since then
It never has been the same
Because they irked me on
They took me from my place
I was in my place
And they took me back to Earth.
Where what is this place
They call Earth?
I’d rather be in my place
I could walk up tall
Tall hills
I could siege a timber fort
It was well made and preserved
On a mountain top

Stopped
It turned night time on me
All of a sudden it’s dark
I thought I was just layin down
But really I’d passed some time
Where did the time go?
Why did I shut out my lights?
I blew them out
Out out out out
Finally I have stopped
I really stopped
Hey, look around
What a spin I just came out of
Must have been years
What a spin I just came out of
Where am I now?
At least I’m stopped
I’m stopped
What did it take
To stop me?
I’m really stopped
The spin has all spun
Now I’m stopped

Interlude
Last night I saw you again
I couldn’t believe my eyes
You were in a car, on the passenger’s side
I saw the corner of your eye from where you saw mine
It was an interlude
It lasted several parts of time
As I marched by the car where I could see you were
And I saw you before, you were very close to being the same
Just a little bit far away, from me, physically
So I hopped to my car
I packed the entire image into my mind
I took it for a lark
Another trick somebody played on me

The Dunes
I just missed the boat
The one sailing through your heart
That unknown port
That mysterious sea
The wharf is long and lonely
The ship is out of sight
The sinking orange sun
On the white cap waves
The rocks and sand and sea
The dunes and the tall grass
They say the fairies, discontinued
And I can’t stay on the pier
I turn turn
And I don’t see any way particularly significant

Aimless Breeze
I know the sun will come and go again
The moon and stars will shine
Why should I not notice?
I don’t know
Time seems so capsulized
Drifting in an aimless breeze
Like the fallen leaves
Like wood out on the lake
Stop and conduct a symphony
Exercise some real control
Proving something every day
But I know how to dream
In the fleeting time
I stood alone as the ghost driver
Sped away with your heart
And there’s an empty space my arms enfold
And I say to myself
Gee, that’s right, there is nothing there
I try to try but even the voices are gone

You Wake Up Deadmen
You wake up deadmen
With your loose sex
You shout at them, C’mon
And as they fumble in half-delirium
You smash them back down dead
With a thud
Or drain them dry and throw them aside like an empty bottle
Always keeping them as a collector
In a nearby trash barrel
Unless they completely break
And are fortunate enough to be swept away
And you, all knowing handler
You heartlessly say
You don’t know me, you don’t know
And we turn further to the grave
More lost than ever before
Unless some unknown force
And even then that island is an enigma (?)
And they long for the trash barrel
And your scathing rebuke
Ah you knew them well
Before you consulted the night
And their dreary ways
Your instinct is the truest thing
Your hate is the staunchest foe
Your queen bee love leaves a lot to be desired
Take it from a friend

Worthless Recluse
Worthless recluse
Bang, pow, steel, muscle, k
What worse, I’m alone
Grown the bane of not being interested in the plate they passed to you
All the pleasure spots in the city
And if I walk in, my person screams
I’m obviously out of place
My shoes don’t kick one over the other
So much as they used to
I’m here, God knows it
But where are you
The object of my satisfaction?
But this solitude doesn’t agree with anyone
What’s my name?
Go, and be alone, and stop crying
Well it’s not any fun
And I look at myself being busy
And I know I’m putting something off
What is it?
I remember being alive
In the cold northern cities
I didn’t need to think if I were interested
Eight-thirty wasn’t too late
And I look at my lonely bed
Where once in my life I shared it regular
Oooooh, the years, and the time
These memories that keep me going
From one activity to another
Well I don’t know which is the real life
What I do actively
Or when my thoughts are lost in time
My new house, in elegant comfort, is one thing
But being huddled in red, blue, and orange
Cracks in the walls, wind whistling
I’ll not ever forget
And your face behind the flowers
Somehow branded to my half-life
Which may take over yet
Consciously I play the game of making money
Back in my brain, is the cold northern cities
And the cold that makes me jump up and down
I just can’t seem to kill this pain today
I can’t afford to do me in
And it makes me wonder whoever is happy in this world
I can’t see them, are they there?
The supermarkets are always jam packed, the acceptable way
I got a big frame, born with it, sure do need a side of beef
42 heads of lettuce, 888 potatoes
And all the apple pies my Mack truck can drive away with
Cure all, better than a bandage
Better than the blue
Better even than TV
Oh oh, here comes the pain
Break out a barrel of cheese
Yep, we got ours
Ooh, coming on years since I met you
Half the time I saw you
Half the time one of your eyes looked past my shoulder
What was there? Was it better than my eyes?
When you let me see you
Nothing looked better
Even, unfortunate or not, me
Maybe that’s why now, I view myself in the dream
And finding myself, and it hurts
And the dream is more fun
Anything beats the pain of being me and knowing I’m alone
And putting off doing something, whatever it is
I guess, something, like
Living in northern city doorways
Heading north, to the woods, to clean earth (?)
Back where the police invite you to
The back seat of their car, check you out
Why can’t I shave and do my part to build man’s home?
Where do you live, man? Do you really live here?
Why does my dream keep forgetting that?
Power, let’s build power
I guess it spreads the English language
Communication, no more tribes with shrunken heads
It’s inevitable, it’s my playground
But I have to be serious
Step into the car, mister. What are you?
I’m a little boy, I don’t wanna be big
I’ll act out my part, and lean on my half-life
In times of trouble, or when it’s just there
What else can I do?
Except be a man, and visit ice castle
And live on rocks even if it is cement
And anything’s better than all this dirt and grass
So far from the woods, give me cement and wall to wall people
Let me know where I am
Or show me the way to the woods
Wearing deerskin shoes, and carrying a club
Or walking naked on top the snow, light as the air
Black leather head to toe
With some place to go.
I wanna be where no time is the wrong time
Where everything falls in place
Like fiber-optics, ultrasonic waves, and control systems
Control is the name of the game
Lord God, let me get it down
When I get it to a fine T, it’s gone
Let it build to perfection, and stay
Oh well, take off
Target eternal light, all systems go. Satisfaction
Maybe then this worthless recluse can carry a torch
Look, I’m a human
But I’m something supernatural
The dream gives light
Listen all you dead and dying
Don’t be afraid
If it hurts, let it die
The Easter lily blooms
Its smell surrounds the table
An unforgettable presence, an ominous sight
The purple foil covers the vase pot
Casting reflections through the diffused light
Such beauty and awesome fragrance
Who ever thought they could remove this sanctuary
I don’t like fighting, especially when I’m fighting me
I’m staying up late and I don’t really know why
I hope I can live till tomorrow and the next day without eating
I’m fed up with eating for a while
I know it, it’s only weakness
That binds me at the supermarket counter
Trading green paper for something to do
Blessed are the sociable, that say stupid things
And get close to their neighbors
It takes a worthless recluse to shrink from groups
It takes a half-hearted chicken recluse
To live among people
The best of them disappear
And that’s what it’s all about
That’s why I can’t make it
I’m not strong enough to disappear
It takes a supernatural being to disappear
I’m not that good
This human thing in me wants me to be a hero
I want people to think I’m great
I want people giving me so much money
That I have an airplane, a boat and car and house that’s everywhere
And the network to support all this
So where is it?
Stuck in the dream, because I don’t have the courage to disappear
I know it’s the only way to salvation, but
The old nag human me still wants to play with money, people and things
To make a name in the world
Disappearing to God’s eye
And away from the eye of the world
Is the big step
Weaklings like me have to hang around, and play, and fudge, and delay
For fear of the big step
I’m just lucky I even know about it
The only reason I do know
Is I begged god to tell me about it
On my knees, screaming with pain
On the sixth floor, in New York City
So I’m telling you about it
Everyone doesn’t have to live in northern doorways
To take the big step
Or go to the woods, or ice
We all have our way to go, but everyone knows
Now that I’m telling you
That there is something to do
A big step to take
Into the eye of God
Play human if you have to
But at least know
And don’t kid yourself
Behind that big piece of delicious poison
All you dead and dying
Disappear to your own eye
So that you don’t see yourself
Live the half-life
Step inside the dream

Lofty Rider
Oh you lofty rider
All peppery and gawk
You make me feel like mercury
Out for a liquid walk
Do you think that I don’t have you
All wet from a fresh cocoon
All these nights I long lost waited
The dreams that I brushed aside
Now the fire and the ice are both as one
The distance is panoramic
And you can’t believe it’s me

The Stars Spell Your Name
On every turn of the game
Through the best of life
Through the worst of life
And all the colors, the sparkling crystals
Through miles of ice
And disgusting ghastly cities
From green meadows filled with granite
On whitecaps crashing to the sand
Through thunder and lightning
Through the pouring rain
And the sentencing (?) night
When all the stars spell your name
While in the brown and green forest
While in the blue and green room
When the exciting dream leaves me breathless
When the philosopher resounds eerily
Through the curtains and floral patterns
Through the blaze of spring time trees
In the labyrinth and scramble
In the smooth and flowing dust
When I find myself in another place, alone
Where the dance is something I can’t do
Through all these things it comes again
Some quiet thrill that
I love you

Your Turn
I tried to get close to you
And you turned away
Now it’s your turn
To try to get close to me

You Won’t Get Up
I’m gonna beat you down
I’m gonna knock you down
You won’t ever get up
I’m gonna knock you down
You won’t wanna get up
I’m gonna knock you out
I’m gonna knock you out
I’m gonna do it
I’m gonna knock you out
I’m gonna do it
I’m gonna beat you down
You won’t get up