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Monday, July 27, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Radio Dream
I want my very own radio show
Before radio is absolutely obsolete
So I can inflict my tastes
Upon an unsuspecting world
I can’t play an instrument
Hell I can barely play a radio
But I know what I like
And I know where I want to go
I’ll be happy to share
The occasional joke
Or a hempen toke of holy smoke
With like minded folk
For old time’s sake
And a profound observation or two
At two or three in the caffeine break of dawn
Stay tuned
We’ll be right back after a word from our sponsor
Before radio is absolutely obsolete
So I can inflict my tastes
Upon an unsuspecting world
I can’t play an instrument
Hell I can barely play a radio
But I know what I like
And I know where I want to go
I’ll be happy to share
The occasional joke
Or a hempen toke of holy smoke
With like minded folk
For old time’s sake
And a profound observation or two
At two or three in the caffeine break of dawn
Stay tuned
We’ll be right back after a word from our sponsor
The Meaning of Life
To sit in the almost dark of an Interstate motel room
With a bottle of whiskey and a Camel cigarette
Lit with the matches the underpaid maid
Left in the room with the clean towels and the change of linen
That will never see innocence again
And marvel at the perfect architecture of her hip
This is the meaning of life
The seven o’clock continental breakfast
Cold stale cereal and hot stale coffee
Made beige with the ersatz half and half
Brought to the breakfast bar by the underpaid lackey
Who will never see any continent other than the one in which he is currently stuck
By sorry circumstance
Probably somewhere in Texas
Load up the car
Rub the grainy sleep out of red tired eyes
Just like in the commercials
We got about a hundred million miles yet to go
To do whatever it is that we do
To pay whatever bills we owe
This is the meaning of life
With a bottle of whiskey and a Camel cigarette
Lit with the matches the underpaid maid
Left in the room with the clean towels and the change of linen
That will never see innocence again
And marvel at the perfect architecture of her hip
This is the meaning of life
The seven o’clock continental breakfast
Cold stale cereal and hot stale coffee
Made beige with the ersatz half and half
Brought to the breakfast bar by the underpaid lackey
Who will never see any continent other than the one in which he is currently stuck
By sorry circumstance
Probably somewhere in Texas
Load up the car
Rub the grainy sleep out of red tired eyes
Just like in the commercials
We got about a hundred million miles yet to go
To do whatever it is that we do
To pay whatever bills we owe
This is the meaning of life
Friday, July 3, 2009
Jane
Lamar Deal
Jane wakes up
She takes a spike
She drives it in her arm
Her eyes roll back
Her jaw goes slack
Prepares to buy the farm
If Jane should die before she wakes
That’s just a chance that Janie takes
And every day is a brand new day for Jane
Jane goes to bed
She rests her head
Prepares to go to sleep
She says a prayer
Into the air
The Lord her soul to keep
If Jane should wake before she dies
You’ll see the pain in Janie’s eyes
And every day is a brand new day for Jane
Every day
And every minute
And everything that’s in it
Every day is a brand new day for Jane
The pain in Jane
Lies mainly in her brain
And every day’s
A brand new day for Jane
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