Living on Jackson Browne
Maverick is the man who does it best
Crawling all over the ground
Glory be Annabelle
Maverick is the guy who fights the reds
Crawling down little worm holes
Eating the butts out of moles
Maverick is the guy with the sharpest teeth
Maverick is the guy with the dullest breath
Biting off the heads of snails
Fare thee well Annabelle
Maverick is the guy who does it well
Oklahoma where James Bond's catching all the spies
Foiling all the bad guys
Crawling like a centipede!
Where the reds are dumb, by gum
You be Daffy, I'll be Porky
Butter on up a can of beef jorky
Setting the woods on fire!
Eloise is saying "Put out your light", the following day: "MOVE!"
I drink Eloise every night, I drink Eloise and put out the light
She shakes a swingy thing that's making my bells ring and all the whistles give a rusty spray
Too much desire for one mouth to hold, too much pain, energy and fear
Too much desire for a shy mouth to hold
Too much desire builds up inside mouths that are closed
Too much desire is released when lips part in awe
Too much desire, when desperate aches remove thought from jaw
I thought everyone had a million dollars
Now I lie, song sung
At the bar in the middle of a wide river, we're drinking lards heated on the stove.
The bartender spoke up and said, "Yeah, well, drip, drip, drip." We all fell down, uh-huh!
To swimming pools of black, bubbly booze we give our hearts and close our eyes.
When it's dark we'll hardly notice. The river flows till well after dark.
Drinking rusty water from dry and dusty lips, winding down and falling down, I make my wine from fish.
By ten o'clock there will be no more. I'll be sipping at the floor. I've finally spoken to my dessert plate and it's finally starting to see that the mold that's grown is only its own. It'll put no fat on me.
I've distilled from past events and the passing of events a single long and satisfying burp.
More glee. More glee.
In the middle of a crisis I lose my nerve. Please kill me now.
A delicious turn. Things have taken a turn for the delicious. Like you'd baked a cake with frosting and cough drops. Uncle Tasty, it's his day today. Everything's so tasty. I wish Mother were here. She'd like this so much. The stage coach is like her. In happiness and she's so famous. My mother is stuck together from it. Like syrup in a tree and a tap on it. And it's so happy. Mother Delicious and Uncle Tasty. They could move their feet in circles over something like this. They could swing the dog in a blanket like Goliath the monster, the fat man who tasted too much. I am round, too, from the tasting, just like Mother Delicious and Uncle Tasty.
Let me watch you Mr. Tuna, while you are shooting a baby. While you are shooting a baby.
A wreath as big as an ox cart wouldn't suffice because you're too grand.
Because you are too heavy--a "can-do" guy.
While you're up there with your horehound candy and your walking stick
I'm below with a lute tied to my chicken.
I have no one to confide in but myself when it comes to you and me, my dear
No one knows that you're really a girl - no one can imagine it
So I guess you'll have to keep on wearing pants even though you really shred in a skirt
I can't tell my mom, I can't tell my boyfriend
That Mr. Tuna's been a girl all her life and I want to go out with her
My pal the tortoise, how fast does he go?
Oh man, he goes like crazy
What about the cut of his jib?
I think it's the finest cut you'll ever find
What does he file at the Hall of Records?
A proclamation of tortoise intent
Does he live the life of a madman?
Yes he lives the life of a madman
What falls to his mouth from trees above?
Hot tarts swinging under painted umbrellas
My pal the tortoise, his fortune is boundless
Who does he see on nights by the river?
All the stars he's ever admired
What does he find in the mud under rivers?
Sweet lumps of honey wrapped in golden gowns
Does he live the life of a madman?
Yes, he lives the life of a madman
What does he see when he's inside his shell?
A long dark bar filled with fishes drinking
A carousel filled with horses on man-backs
A blacktop road subdued by sand dune beauties
Does he live the life of a madman?
Yes, he lives the life of a madman
I'm on the inside
It takes a nail in the head to make him understand
That the shortest way there is the one he can see
But it gives him something to do
See that guy, he's a lot like me, he's a lot like me, he's dumb as hell
See that guy, he's a friend of mine, he's a friend of mine, he's dumb as hell
Put on ice again this time...
Put on ice again this time for good
I'm on the inside
The shortest way there is the one I avoid
I take my time and make sure that it lasts
I don't want to get there too soon
See that guy, he's a lot like me, he's a lot like me, he's dumb as hell
See that guy, he's a friend of mine, he's a friend of mine, he's dumb as hell
Put on ice again this time...
Put on ice again this time for good
Narlus Spectre
Better get your gun
Better twirl around in circles
Better shoot up at the sky
Milva Spectre
You sit back in your room
With the curtains drawn
You will grow into a woman
Narlus Spectre
Your daughter's daughter is alone
In the back of the house
Wondering how you ever got so old
Milva Spectre
Your grandma's on the street
A-pluggin' at the stars
There's so many things that you will learn
Looking back over our days, I know we won.
Sometimes it feels like that's erased by moving on.
Sentimentality always made me ill.
Time to let this go away, shake it off now.
Shake it off and file it.
One fine evening at about daylight savings time I decided to take my dog Nipper for a walk. I grabbed his leash and we were out the door. Nipper sniffed happily as his legs carried him along at a pace I could barely keep up with. We glided past the houses on our block and presently we arrived at the first stop on our appointed rounds.
Nipper sniffed the hydrant excitedly from top to bottom, inspecting every square millimeter of its surface with a dedication reserved for only the most important personal matters. He gave it the once over, and the twice over. After much deliberation, Nipper decided that all was in order. He lifted his leg and...
His personal business attended to, Nipper decided it was time to resume our walk.
We headed off down the sidewalk at a brisk pace, Nipper bouncing along now happily free of his burden. We floated along past white picket fences, driveways and mailboxes. There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary but as we neared the corner Nipper began straining at his leash with all his might. He began snarling and barking and a thick, white foam formed instantly around his savagely snapping jaws as I struggled to control the leash, which was thrashing around violently in my hands. I couldn't imagine what was making him so homicidally agitated, when from around the corner appeared the Postman. Without so much as a second's hesitation, Nipper lunged.
I was hauled face-first to the pavement and the leash exploded from my hands. There was a cyclone blur of man and beast and the sounds of frenzied gnashing teeth, tearing cloth and hideous, piercing screams. The postman made one desperate grab for his can of mace before his arm was wrenched from the socket and thrown, useless, into the street. Nipper swarmed over the postman like a school of piranhas, tearing huge chunks of flesh right from the bone, surrounded by a blizzard of blue from the shredded uniform. It was only a matter of seconds before the hapless postman was reduced to an unrecognizable mass of gently quivering pulp.
I pulled Nipper away from the carnage so we could continue our leisurely stroll.
Nipper trotted along triumphantly, his head held high, with me in tow. We zipped past immaculately clipped lawns and hedges, leaving a trail of frequent blood spots that glistened moistly. We had gone almost a block without incident but as we neared the next corner, Nipper began straining at his leash with all his might. He started snarling and barking and a thick, white foam formed instantly around his savagely snapping jaws as I struggled to control the leash, which was thrashing around violently in my hands. I couldn't imagine what was making him so homicidally agitated, when from around the corner appeared Mauler.
Now, Mauler was the biggest, meanest, toughest, most evil dog on the whole block. He was 100 percent muscle and bad disposition and more than a match for 10 or 15 Nippers. He sidled right up to Nipper, sniffed him, and stopped. He let out a low, throaty growl and his chops curled back to reveal rows of razor-sharp teeth and powerful, bone-crushing jaws. Nipper was non-plussed. Without so much as a second's hesitation, Nipper lunged.
Fresh from his recent victory over the hapless postman, Nipper launched himself bodily straight at Mauler's snout. All 7-1/2 pounds of him landed with full force and snapping jaws right onto Mauler's nose. In no time at all, Nipper was tearing huge chunks of meat right from the bone. Mauler bellowed in agony as he was mauled and mangled from head to tail. The one-sided battle raged for only a few seconds as Mauler struggled unsuccessfully to escape but was hampered by the geysers of blood gushing from nearly every part of his rapidly diminishing body. It was only a matter of seconds before Mauler was reduced to an unrecognizable mass of crimson, pulsating mush.
As Nipper backed away from the carnage, who should suddenly appear from around the corner but Sheba?
She bumped and ground and strutted her stuff for all her pedigreed worth. Every part of her flounced seductively as she pranced down the sidewalk with her head held high. She breezed right by as if we weren't even there and stopped just a few feet away to preen. Nipper's interest was piqued. Without so much as an introductory sniff, Nipper lunged.
Exhausted from the rigors of the evening, Nipper decided it was time to call it a night. I grabbed his leash, attached it back onto his flea collar, turned him around in the direction of home and we started to walk back as the sun set scenically in the west.
If the sadness of life makes you tired
And the failures of man make you sigh
You can look to the time soon arriving
When this noble experiment winds down and calls it a day
Time has come now to stop being human
Time to find a new creature to be
Be a fish or a weed or a sparrow
For the earth has grown tired and all of your time has expired
All the gardens are sprouting with flowers
All the treetops are bursting with birds
And the people all know that it's over
They lay down all their airs and they hang up their tiresome words
Don't close the kitchen door
I'm fixing to fix myself a sandwich
I'm not really all that hungry
I'm just ridiculous
I act from force of habit
I put the ketchup on the bun
I can't part the waterfall curtain
It flows over and under by hands
The only scenes are shimmering
And they never hold their shape
They never look like anything I've seen before
They make me recoil every second
I could stand under this shower without moving
And not hold any shape
Frozen up while my mind flows
And flees like running water
Nothing solid ever, nothing solid ever
Nothing solid, solid nothing
I was having an operation done, no I didn't know what for
I just ended up being there, hadn't been paying attention
I was very afraid - we were downtown outside
It seemed hardly the place for an operation
I wish there was someone there, someone I knew
And you know the kind of pain that comes from the fear of change
From knowing you've lost some blood or seen dear hearts dangling
Well it was certainly there as things were studied and removed
Then that went too, mysterious and glistening
There was a woman there, she stepped from my side
To present to me all the dormant mouths
These things remain unassigned, remain unassigned
Faithful that I was a tomb, they stepped in my room and looted my room
They showed me things I couldn't recognize
And then they took them away, saying "You don't deserve them"
As I watched my hands move now free from me
They had more subtle ways and shades of emotion
As I looked at them, mysterious and glistening
They seemed to say, "How could you have known - you may never know"
These things remain unassigned, remain unassigned
Faithful that I was a tomb, they stepped in my room and looted my room
Graceful became my hands they fluttered and danced away
Graceful became my heart as it pumped apart from me
Graceful became my tongue rhyme and meter running away
When I get there they'll meet me there