in Old Mexico With my buddy Carlos we ‘No-dosed” to the border of Mexico with Kita, to Tango, Durango, Durango in Mexico. from south-side Chicago where cops know the best “blow’s” from Mexico in Kita's Ranchero with mucho a peso to Mexico Kita and Carlos taught me to Fandango to the Cinema City House short of Durango where, how do you say it in Mexican Spanish? we watched the scariest film on the planet In the middle of “Traffic" a paranoid panic in Mexico they left me two/quarters and ran for the borders of Mexico o.... in old Mexico......in old Mexico My Passport's with Carlos or I'd leave tomorrow from Mexico so it's back to the Tango Durango, Durango in Mexico o... in old Mexico......in old Mexico

Dear Marilyn oh my patron saint, couldn't you have saved poor Marilyn ? instead of spending time, drinking new wine in Palestine If the Gaza Strip were just a bar in old Jerusalem you'd have found me there too, and drowning in some beers, shedding bloody tears hanging with the Jews so we rolled her up, under all the cover of the government and there was Henry Lee, Nugochi there and me, so maybe there were three then I sat and watched as they stood and argued over measurements then I tagged her toe, not many people know, importance of the toe and the writing on the tag... hands full of sleeping drugs so ...you think...suicide I'm the one that cleaned the blood believe it was a 45! but now that the truth's been sold buried with an olive stone somewhere on a grassy knoll Marilyn is home! you say, pardon me but what's the big deal about Marilyn? life magazine, where Martin Luther King taught my mother how to sing about the motorcade, about the gapping toll that the bullet made but more than just that if I'm going back I'm going back black and never going back there on the cattle farm probed me with a cattle prod broke my every leg and arm whipped me with a pistol rod enemies are stalking me while angels sing Elvis songs killed on the balcony laid me on a bed of thorns oh my patron saint, couldn't you have saved poor Marilyn ? instead of spending time, drinking new wine in Palestine If the Gaza Strip were just a bar in old Jerusalem you'd have found me there too, and drowning in some beers, shedding bloody tears hanging with the Jews

After the College Days finger hole in my side pocket no surprise just where I got it every year I changed my gender really that's all I remember Fisher's Market, Port of Groton playing large and smelling rotten met a girl who sewed my hole up major liberal work of art ...but... I know I paid good cash to holy jesus but still my scrawny ass just fell to pieces sometime after... after the college days lots of sex with virgin maidens eating flesh of burning pagans tried to hold the job I'd paid for 'one I wasn't ever made for pitched a tent on Tamalpais spent the summer semi-conscious grew to be a vagrant scholar changing gender for a dollar although I could articulate my thesis but still I blazed my trails with Reese's Pieces but now it's after the college days settled in to having babies parent-teacher-conference-ladies figured "low-down" was the safe way other than out on the beltway small affairs with tiny dancers Liberace knew the answers kept them in his bedroom closet laughing to the bank deposit although I never owned such pretty dresses but still I've done some things that no one guesses but now it's after the college days never did smoke crack for pleasure dig too deep for buried treasure not there laying on the surface couldn't serve much useful purpose now my dog is past his prime I want to travel back in time we'd buy a shovel, pick and axe and dig a hole and just relax although I understand that time is master how can I when everything keeps moving faster 'cause now it's after the college days should have bought that fender bass that came complete with strap and case and hitched up to Ontario to ride the jet stream in the snow and put the quarter in the slot and grab a thousand kilowatt and blow myself in tiny sections spread my life in all directions although I understand what saving grace is but still I wonder where that Fender bass is 'cause now it's after the college days

I played then I re-played the whole "Fight Club" scene where I threw me down the stairs on security screen then I blew up all those buildings with those fire balls that's when I realized... .... you never call...me anymore .... you never call...me anymore I split the whole Atom into six degrees till I knew I understood the whole Masterpiece the speaking of the tongues back at Pentecost but at what loss? .... you never call...me anymore .... you never call...me anymore I know you know my number's never changed and even though I moved a couple summers back and left this world and now I'm back I know you know that nothing's really changed and even though I moved a couple summers back and left this world and now I'm back... ...and rent a small space where I could sleep and wash easy place to clean, a couple feet across if we could talk I'd tell other things I've lost from twenty years of alcohol .... you never call...me anymore .... you never call...me anymore I know you know my number's never changed and even though I moved a couple summers back and left this world and now I'm back I know you know that nothing's really changed and even though I moved a couple summers back and left this world and now I'm back I played then I re-played the whole "Fight Club" scene where I threw me down the stairs on security screen then I blew up all those buildings with those fire balls that's when I realized... .... you"ll never call... .... you"ll never call...

they've been talking in some strong discipline busy stalking me again caught my thoughts engaged idle chatter how on earth they ever found me here so I had several talks with high commanders and with one voice they made it clear they'd been talking 'bout some things that I'd done at distance, watching if I'd run I've heard voices/from different circles I've heard voices/from different circles but I've heard whispers that give no place to hide from urban centers deep inside I've heard voices/from different circles I've heard voices/from different circles I've heard voices/I've heard voices I've heard voices/I've heard voices familiar voices/from other places and I've made choices/that leave no traces and I've heard whispers/and I've known violence with hands of blisters/I've served silence I've heard voices/from different circles I've heard voices/from different circles More Lyrics: they nailed details seems too soon to reveal that if all else fails I'd conceal cause like my dreams here passed out cold and bleeding and my dog, can't climb the stairs anymore I get lost in all the things I've been reading and I forget to lock the door

I want to build something could be a mouse trap or a tree house deep in the out back I want to draw the plans and apostolate with a big white chalk on a blank slate .....ah, ah...in Babylon there in Babylon I want to screen write about a thought I stole twenty gigabyte through a needle hole that gets kidnapped by the undertow at a hot night spot called the 'Camel Toe' .....ah, ah...in Babylon there in Babylon I want to say something that no one's ever heard that would echo on through out the universe and would circle back into the foreign press where they'd paraphrase to my worthiness .....ah, ah...in Babylon there in Babylon I want to write a song with a tribal beat from Logo-Blocks of pure irony that would shape the Earth into a hexagon just one good verse oh and I'd move on .....ah, ah...in Babylon there in Babylon I want to build a world in miniature where half a foot is a hemisphere where I'd anoint three Spirit-Kings so I'd have time to build other things .....ah, ah...in Babylon there in Babylon

Water Wheel Lullaby three toes, river and rose tip of a fox tail, silver and gold first born, pepper and corn riddle of the ox bone, bramble and thorn stone's throw, twenty below down through the under pass, pigeon and toe unwed, needle and thread mother of the chamber maid's butter and bread spirit of the water wheel valley of the maidenhair dancing on the potter's field poured into an earthenware sing a song in quarter tones with a wing of dragonfly powder of the grinding stone ........ lullaby three toes, river and rose tip of a fox tail, silver and gold first born, pepper and corn riddle of the ox bone, bramble and thorn born of a hexagram feather in a basket weave branch of a maple tree spoils of a mutiny harvest of the latter phrase bottle of the baby's breath circle after seven days........lullaby (Break) spirit of the water wheel valley of the maidenhair dancing on the potter's field poured into an earthenware sing a song in quarter tones with a wing of dragonfly powder of the grinding stone ........ lullaby three toes, river and rose tip of a fox tail, silver and gold first born, pepper and corn riddle of the ox bone, bramble and thorn

I could read your mind, and what's coming next 'cause I know the sign, and I here confess the whole paradigm, I don't mean just guess I mean I learned the code, though it was hard at first a roller coaster road, that went from bad to worst that just plainly showed, that I was unrehearsed but now I know it fine, yeah and I proved it when there when I read your mind, on that needle pin from like twenty yards, on a fifth of gin now with line and hook, I could reel you in Like an open book, I could read your skin I could play your heart, like a mandolin I could make you dance, with a wicked tongue from a simple glance, make you come undone I could wet your pants, with my water gun I could read your mind, read your mind, I could read your mind, read your mind I could read your mind, read your mind... I could read your mind I could trace the inner space of every single hiding place I know just how you decorate I know just how you sublimate and I could see that other man who's smaller than I think I am I'll sucker punk him in his ear cause, I could read his mind from here yeah, I tried it once, on a subway train when they closed the doors, and I called your name without much result, but hey just the same I could read your mind, and methodology when I need to find, what you need from me I just read your mind, to my memory I just read your mind, read your mind, I just read your mind, read your mind I just read your mind, read your mind... I just... in the trailer park where my mother baked for the parish priest, her sweet biscuit cakes well, it was late at night but I was wide awake well, it started then, yeah at the Thunderbird, how to navigate through all I overheard how to make some sense without a single word how to read your mind, read your mind, how to read your mind, read your mind how to read your mind, read your mind... how to read your mind

buy a cheap fare going anywhere out of here anywhere out of here is out of here don't much care on how I get out of here anyway out of here is out of here I'm not a very big man I could hide in the palm of your hand or on the edge of my chair then just disappear ... or I ... walk away slow, so no one knows where I go walk away slow, and go how I keep calm when my name is on a letter-bomb how I keep calm is the mystery how it goes down when my life is falling in around is how it goes down in history I'm not as well as I seem but not as sick as you think I am or as black as I dream or the polar extreme, I just.... walk away slow, so no one knows where I go walk away slow, and go I have a very small mind it gets lost for days at times preoccupied with the noise inside.. so I... walk away slow, so no one knows where I go walk away slow, and go (Break) and buy a cheap fare going anywhere out of here anywhere out of here is out of here don't much care on how I get out of here anyway out of here is out of here I could trans-mutate or split to stereo but my great escape learned embryo ... I go ... walk away slow, so no one knows where I go walk away slow, and go walk away slow, so no one knows where I go walk away slow, and go walk away slow, so no one knows where I go walk away slow, and go

who'll be my scribe, fresh and undefiled, vision of my "i", story of my child? who'll be my scribe, fresh and undefiled, vision of my "i", story of my child? I wish that I was perfect so, I could fold my clothes and iron all the creases that never show I wish that I was Jesus so, I could hang in pain and get it all over with quick then come on back again who'll be my scribe, fresh and undefiled, vision of my "i", story of my child? I wish I had a purpose I'd put it on a shelf and show it to my brother who'd steal it for himself! so is it academic? maybe I have all I need my selfish epidemic of sex and war and greed! who'll be my scribe, fresh and undefiled, vision of my "i", story of my child? who'll be my scribe, fresh and undefiled, vision of my "i", story of my child?

a student of logic, prognostic geology lived in Pompeii but I make no apology ashes fell down, when my life seemed spectacular covered my ass with artistic vernacular .....posed as a poet and buried alone it took a few years to turn...dust into stone I hate that my life seems just like an analogy ghost of the motion of some vague reality 'I had the balls I'd have crawled up on Malarie told her, her smile should be hung in a gallery! .....we would call Paris or New York our home where we would turn all of our dust into stone oh, oh, dust into stone there where a fire storm swallowed my bones oh, oh, dust into stone oh, oh, dust into stone how I so wish I had pilfered the offering cared for the widows and fed the poor suffering stripped off my clothes and be flogged to confession as much as I try it's obscure recollection .....but if it were all some how forced to be known just my remorse would turn the dust into stone (long Instrumental prelude) your crocodile suitcase just landed in Malibu I'm just too busy to get dressed to follow you I know you think that I'm just an embarrassment I'm on the brink of one crucial experiment ... I'm so in need for the world to be shown that someone like me can turn dust into stone. (Chorus) Now I'm in the corridor / dealing with an open sore now that my liver's gone, kidneys are failing me too! waiting for my heart to stop / other dirty foot to drop waiting for the dust to fall...down on me, turn me to stone wonder if the nursing staff / knows about the hour glass truth about the matinee / where I went searching for love found a malignant mass / deep in my sorry ass if it's not much to ask.. buy me a new set of sheets waiting on the next attack / Malarie to call me back looking for a terrorist...she said she saw on my porch got a Jacuzzi there / put it in the open air never really used it much ... called all my friends for a swim then we had a barbecue / the way that only Vegans do hey, I'm maybe loosing you / let me get back to my point! back into the corridor....

In the dark wood as my young heart recalls there's a clearing that just stretches for miles where I witnessed on a certain clear day from a distance ... on love drift away into the open at the corner cafe' where I would hold you in the middle of day and all the faces would just smile and then stay in that moment .... on love drift away when the sun sleeps on the northern most shore and our heart keeps cold locks on it's door oh for precious time wasted away If we'd only ......on love drift away and lift up high it's wide canopy we share all the same royalty to be all we were born to be ...all it's majesty lift up high it's wide canopy we share all the same destiny to be all we were born to be..... in the dark wood as my young heart recalls there's a clearing and quite room for us all to be witness on a day like today into the distance .... on love drift away love drift away, love drift away love drift away, on love drift away

I got a tan line from short shirt sleeves I got a bad rash in a deep crease I got an oil scummed, down run, half ton truck on my lawn I got a man's-dog; 'keep me company I feed him rib-eye steak with love and loyalty I got an oil scummed, down run, half ton truck on my lawn and my neighbors complain and talk about an "eye-sore" but I got a taser gun and chain by the drivers side door In my oil scummed, down run, half ton truck on my lawn brings on the memories of a deep throat to my rolodex from sticky post-it notes in that oil scummed, down run, half ton truck on my lawn well, that's right (on my lawn) we spent the whole night (on my lawn) in a cramped space (on my lawn) in a sweet place (on my lawn) now I got a big woman now with a fast hand she's got two pretty breasts she bought at Disneyland! I got an oil scummed, down run, half ton truck on my lawn yeah, that's right! And I got a motorbike it ain't a Harley but hey, that's all right there's one oil scummed, down run, half ton truck on my lawn on my lawn (on my lawn) on my lawn (on my lawn) on my lawn (on my lawn) on my lawn (on my lawn) I got an oil scummed, down run, half ton truck on my lawn I oughta' mention this, when the transmission's gone what my intention is when I pass on (when I pass on) still be oil scummed, down run, half ton truck on my lawn well, that's right (on my lawn) we spent the whole night (on my lawn) (on my lawn) (on my lawn) (I got an oil scummed, down run, half ton truck on my lawn (on my lawn) I got a tan arm (tan arm) from short shirt sleeves (shirt sleeves) a rear view mirror charm (mirror charm) blowing from the highway breeze (highway breeze) In my oil scummed, down run, half ton truck on my lawn on my lawn (on my lawn) on my lawn (on my lawn) on my lawn (on my lawn) on my lawn (on my lawn) I got an oil scummed, down run, half ton truck on my lawn