States

The only crime I see

Is that of being angry

No one punitates you for

Anything less

Nigh even making a mess

But to lie, steal, the unspeakables as well

Those are pyunished

And the angry go unsold

All told

To the highest bidder,

May as it will unfold

Never

Remington

Style

Remington

Style

Cover up cover up the heat heat heat

 

Remington

Style

Remington

Style

Cover up the beat beat beat

 

Never go wander in plains abyssal or else forsake your dread.

Ronronner

Spell chest

Spellcrest

Shimmy down the hill, rest

I’m not your daddy I’m not your daddy

We all know all know

[x2]

 

I’m liver

I’m liver

Ton ton

Ton ton

[x2]

 

Spell chest

Spellcrest

Shimmy down the hill, rest

I’m not your daddy I’m not your daddy

We all know all know

[x2]

 

Thom sees

Thom pees

No one else GET ON YOUR KNEES

So rest, rest

Get undressed and fest…er

Slow

Slow

Slow

 

Slow

Slow

Slow

 

[…etc.]

Baby Make Cry

Baby make cry

Cry baby, cry

Say ur sorry,

Fur me fur me

I’m alone I’m not alone

No son, no daughter

Baby, cry, baby make cry

Fur me fur me

 

When winter stills and wood gets chopped

Baby make cry

When fire stoked and lemons dropped

Baby make cry

Too sour, too hot, too sharp for the pot

Oh dear, don’t leave me alone

I can’t handle it on my own

 

Lets get up this hill

One pedal revolution at a time

Baby make cry

Do it, stew it, fight me through it

Baby make cry

I’m ur supported, I’m ur champ

One more time, one more go

Round the merry, round the rose

Before we all die

And make baby go cry

My Voice

The sarcasm in my “uh-huh”s

Whether I intend it or not

The sadness in my “sure”s

Accepting things

 

The emotion in my voice is not foretold in any story of my history

But who wrote about me? Anyway, I just want to go on a walk most of the ti m  e .  .  .

Dad’s on Vacation

We’re not waiting for dad to go home

He’s on vacation in Kiev

Whoa, hum this tune with me, dad

I can’t hold all the boulders back without a wall

Hinder me, set me free

Who, hum this tune with me, dad

 

We’re in line for the rollercoaster

Whoa, it could run us over

On the streets, in the sheets, while we weep and eat cereal

At the breakfast table,

It could run us over, whoa

 

Night time and I’m two steps behind the work call

Rhythm and trance in my mind to set up’;–

Set up, let go, set up set up setup–

 

Another summer, all drenched and cleanly

Solemn summon and a hint of licorice, whoa

Don’t blow me over, I’m just your only candle, whoa

Don’t send me your bombs in the post, I’m just a lonely runner, whoa

No, Don’t, Know

Let me get around, let me fill my quota, know

Some sound, some round, some filler some quotidien, know

How hell-bent on the angle at the corner, know

So well, so sleepy, so distraught in the middle of it, know

Metering lights, shit-digging, often sparks and lice-lights, know

How hoppy and distrustful, full of woe, no mother, know

Well we kept up and the restful stayed behind, so no race, know

No contest, no beginning, just the twine intercalating in my knit, know

Allsores

Gala, soft spot fer her

Yep, right in between thousands of bicycles

I guess some people think it sounds better live

Yep, there’s a glitch right on the computer’s screen

Letting through the bits and filtering out the wit

I’m a whore, dumping this misogyny on the world

You know me, we dance and we let out some steam

Then the clean things say, “Louder, louder”

And I forget, the world forgets, me-me-me

 

I lived with my family for the years

In the same house, they were years wasted

We could have been in love

And laughing

But time holds no bias for how you spend it

We could have rode bicycles

We could have rode bicycles

 

There’s an unused piano and a drum set in the garage

Downstairs, yeah, that’s where we go to smash

That’s where wo go to make a ruckus

No disdain in these eyes, in this heart, only capability

 

Soft spot, yeah, for them all, but F–could’ve lasted longer

Hell, could’ve had fun

But that’s just how it is

The closest to you are hardest to love and you’ll know that someday

So don’t go on vacation with your sister, man

You know it, eye-sore, yeah, you know the stain on the retina