[ lines ]
parallel lines running
parallel
up & down the street
they go
bright &
shiney
and a pretty yellow
parallel lines running
parallel

[ my life in words ]
can i scream at you
these voices
that scream at me
in my head
9000 screaming
voices
repeating over
and over
and over...

can i paint for you
a picture
would you love it?
do you?
i can spill my
heart in
ashes
lay it all out
for you
repeating over
and over
and over...

yeah...
you're life isnt meaningless...
...that is what im looking
for someone to say

[unreality}
so i misplace trust
in things that
misrepresent
all the solace we keep
in the things
that we speak
falling far from your
grace
and i wont repent
no i wont
repent
its this thing that we
hide
from ourselves
and
outside
but i guess
everyone
knows
but its you
and i
that
keeps it from being
true

now there's a thought...
Being Straight
is Gay.

the way it is as i see it...
we have idiot-proof'd the world
placing warning labels on everything
now they are taking over...

[ cant be held accountable ]
flying high on an airplane again
cigarette shakes in my hand
i cant believe what They said...
told that damn lie again
told us a lie and maybe its true
so played out for you
tear at the wires all the time
but it just keeps coming out...

can i drift with you tonite
on these could-be-clouds around me
would you tell her that i said its alright
alright...
alright now,
-

spent all last night
in the terminal-lounge
just me and this guy on a pill that he found
playing for the empty halls
playing just to make some noise
playing cause theres nothing else to do...

if i cant be held accountable
id like to drift tonite
on these would-be-could-be clouds around me
she says that its alright
alright...
all right.

[blonde/monkey]
vagrantly drift into town
not a dime to my name
nor a sense to get out
find a dark corner
make it my own
sleep
sleep
silence is ruptured by a screeching owl
torment combined to piss me off
howl and beat my head
mercilessly blue
another dark corner
life with out you

[ pre-natal natural things ]

what i dont know
could fill
volumes
books
but who wants to
read?
i wanna run
out in a field of
wheat
covered in starlight
dripping with
dew
and watch the world
be born
again
at 6:22a

[ last ]
i wish you had
spent the night
in my bed
in my arms
but i think its best
that you did not
'cause i snore
like a goddamn
ox

[pretty]
she who knows
so much about me
the good
the bad
the fuckin' ugly.
no one knows
why she still loves me
least of all
me

i may be
pretty
but im
broke as hell
got some personality
that comes
and goes
still nobody knows
why she still loves me
least of all
me

[ shit! ]
all these thoughts
race 'round
my mind
too many thoughts!
thats why
i
get high!
so why the FUCK
did i do
that line?!?

[ gawdammit ]
here i am again
yes
again
how many times
is this?
how many lines
is this?
im running low
on fuel
im running slow
for you
yes
you
so, here i am
again
not the first
time
nor
most certainly
the last

[ all my love...]
junkies
strippers
hookers
whores
head-master's daughter
a dear friend's sister
room-mate's ex-girlfriend
your current girl...

ive had them all
naked
in my bed
as lovers
or playthings.
all of them
willing
to play some part
with me.

[tyger]
time to dance,
tiger!
let it all hang out.
mighty, mighty
tiger!
stand out in the
crowd

[ extra inning ]
99 players
all know the
score
each player hoping
to make
the winning
score
to bask in the glory
to feel all that love
what a sad sad
feeling that must be
to need others for love.

[ dark-age horse ]
i go crazy
with these thoughts
of her.
i go crazy
'cause shes all up
in my head.
obessesing,
demented.
and i love
every minute
of it.
i go crazy
yes, im out of
my head.
scrambled,
and yet
serious.
i go crazy
with these thought
of her.
and i love
every minute
of it.

[ quilting moving pictures ]

and so...
shall it become
that unspeakable
thing
a look
and nothing more
or
after these feelings
we hold
you and i
for better or
worse
WE must
decide
either way
if its all the same
to you
a game between
friends
no one can
lose
when friends still
remain
at the end of the game

[ new ]
dont get me wrong
im condusive
to your
thought
i wont give in
to that
blasphemous
part of me
but i smell you on my clothes
i close
my
eyes
and give a
crooked smile
dont get me wrong
i just want the chance
to do it better

[ bold ]
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of
arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to
skid in sideways, Champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other,
body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming
"WOO HOO - What a ride!"