Diskografie


 

Tachycardia

It’s a mass grave, a dollar-fifty resting place
On the north face there’s a rope I’ve got to climb
I’m a stone’s throw from everyone I love and know
But I can’t show up looking like I do
In an old suit my hair is slicked back nice and smooth
In a courtroom sweat rolling down my back
It’s a bad dream I have it seven times a week
No, it was not me but I’m the one who has to die
Needs a cold draw to slow his tachycardia
In a dark bar the world just melts away
And he feels fine if he can just lose track of time
It’s a good sign when he can’t stay awake
On a slow day the rain against the windowpane
Of the cafe she spills the coffee grounds
And the same thought hits her like a cinderblock
Life is an odd job that she don’t got the nerve to quit
Yeah it’s just there at the bottom of those spiral stairs
It’s the World’s Fair, the future’s on display
In the still night they turned on the electric lights
And the crowd cried out everyone looked so amazed


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Barbary Coast (Later)


There’s a dancehall there where the sick folks go
Like the olden days on the Barbary Coast
There’s a barefoot child playing in the rain
You can sell your wares even if they’re hot
In the great bizarre or the parking lot
Cause it takes awhile to know who to blame
I might have a taste cause the first one is free
And the checkout girl’s got a thing for me
And they are both as sweet as the day is long
I don’t want to feel stuck baby
I just want to get drunk before noon
I don’t mind my head when there is room to dream
Feel like Paul Gauguin painting breadfruit trees
In some far-off place where I don’t belong
Tried to lose myself in the primitive
In Yosemite, like John Muir did
But his eyes were blue and mine are red and raw
Cause the modern world is a sight to see
It’s a stimulant, it’s pornography
It takes all my will not to turn it off

There’s a dancehall there where the sick folks go
Like the olden days on the Barbary Coast
There’s a barefoot child playing in the rain
You can sell your wares even if they’re hot
In the great bizarre or the parking lot
Cause it takes awhile to know who to blame
I might have a taste cause the first one is free
And the checkout girl’s got a thing for me
And they are both as sweet as the day is long
I don’t want to feel stuck baby
I just want to get drunk before noon
I don’t mind my head when there is room to dream
Feel like Paul Gauguin painting breadfruit trees
In some far-off place where I don’t belong
Tried to lose myself in the primitive
In Yosemite, like John Muir did
But his eyes were blue and mine are red and raw
Cause the modern world is a sight to see
It’s a stimulant, it’s pornography
It takes all my will not to turn it off


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Gossamer Thin


Rings round his eyes, tracks down his arm
His fans are confused and his friends are alarmed
His wife doesn’t talk, hates when he’s gone
Counts every skirt in his new entourage
And they’re all gossamer thin
Left of the dial, bohemians
And they dance tournament style
Twirl round the room, curtsey and smile
They sit at his feet
Read poetry
And swoon with each word that he speaks
She likes the new Pope, she’s not scared of hell
They meet once a week at a secret motel
She kisses his neck, she plays with his hair
Her screams sound like pleasure, her moans like despair
And they’re spread gossamer thin
Pushed to the edge, frayed at the ends
And it’s no business of mine
If they can love more than one at a time
But they’re pushing their luck
It’s hard but they must
Risk it all for love
Now I walk around in some kind of altered state
The drink in my hand is starting to shake
I’ll get used to it if it has to stay this way
A new bunch of flowers I’ll have to arrange
I don’t want to eat or get out of bed
I try to recall what the therapist said
Ego and id, the essential self
You are who you are and you are someone else
But I’m worn gossamer thin
Like Delicate Arch carved by the wind
There is a glass psyche at stake
Throw me a brick, see if it breaks
Cause the mind and the brain
Aren’t quite the same
But they both want out of this place


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Counting Sheep


Closing my eyes counting the sheep
Gun in my mouth trying to sleep
Everything ends everything has to
Get-well balloon going insane
Weight of the world paper mache
Gone with the wind out into nothing
Just trying to be easy
Agreeable
Don’t want to seem needy to anyone
Including you
_____ _______ drowned in a pool
________ got killed walking to school
Hope it was slow hope it was painful
Life is a gas what can you do?
Catheter piss, fed through a tube
Cyst in the brain, blood on the bamboo
Highway to hell is littered with signs
Every last thing they advertise
I want to buy, I want to sell too
But I don’t want to seem greedy
I’m generous
I’m just trying to be pleasing to everyone
Including you
Tomorrow is shining like a razor blade
Anything’s possible if you feel the same
Early to bed, early to rise
Acting my age waiting to die
Insulin shots, alkaline produce
Temperature’s cool, blood pressure’s fine
121 over 75
Scream if you want no one can hear you
I just want to be easy
Acceptable
I don’t want to seem needy to anyone
Especially you


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Mamah Borthwick (A Sketch)


Just because you got it you don’t have to flaunt it
With an endless stream of famous men
Pretty as a portrait, look like Mamah Borthwick
On that shining brow of Taliesin
Someone might try and burn it down
So you’ll have to put the fire out
A fortune spent
But that’s irrelevant
To build something that’s sacred till the end
It costs twenty dollars to visit Fallingwater
It is a perfect house where no one lives
Maybe someone once did but they got evicted
By a busload full of greedy tourists
It would take a time machine
To fulfill all of my fantasies
A hidden dream
Can be embarrassing
And the only thing that’s sacred till the end
Every time I tempt fate there’s a major earthquake
Heard the people scream as the ceiling fell
Every building damaged only one left standing
It was Frank Lloyd Wright’s Imperial Hotel
A rumination in my mind
Winding like the ramp at the Guggenheim
I’m not content
But I’m feeling hesitant
To build something that’s sacred till the end


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The Rain Follows the Plow


Straight away I learned to pray
Heap praise upon the sky
You go to heaven when you die
But keep that lake of fire in mind
Broke all the rules at Catholic school
Turned to a life of crime
When I stole that motorbike
I left a trail of tears behind
Had casual sex, smoked cigarettes
Threw caution to the wind
Was a winding path but I always planned
To get back to you again
Till the ground ’neath thunderclouds
The rain follows the plow
It was never as profound
As I had wanted it to be

The birds they sang the Rites of Spring
In summer’s La-Z-Boy
I sat down to enjoy
A world that’s comfortable and green
Red feather hawk and a Celtic cross
I pierced into my ear
No matter where I went I meant
To make my way back here
I don’t need God or common law
To tell me right from wrong
Cause when you press me to your chest
I know where I belong


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A Little Uncanny


We started drinking the Kool-Aid
We were taking the bait
We were talking the big talk
Never playing it safe
Looking good as Jane Fonda
On a Vietnam tank
Can’t get something for nothing
Got to energize your base
She was young enough
She was blonde enough
She was ’bout a perfect 10
She had millions of admirers
But not one single friend
But it’s a little uncanny what she managed to do
Become a symbol for a pain she never knew
You know old Ronnie Reagan
He was a shoe salesman’s son
He got himself in the movies
Yeah he impressed everyone
He thought trial by fire
Was America’s fate
He made a joke of the poor people
And that made him a saint
But he was tan enough
He was rich enough
He was handsome like John Wayne
And there was no one at the country club
Who didn’t feel the same
But it’s a little uncanny what he managed to do
Got me to read those Russian authors through and through
I miss Christopher Hitchens
I miss Oliver Sacks
I miss poor Robin Williams
I miss Sylvia Plath
Every morning’s a desert
Every night is a flood
They say a party can kill you
Well sometimes I wish it would
But I’ll get strong enough
I’ll be man enough
To keep myself in check
Cause all my friends who flew to town
Said that’s what they expect
But it’s a little uncanny what they managed to do
Made me admit to things I knew were never true


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Next of Kin


Saw a crash on the interstate
It left a feeling I could not shake
Just a name in a database
That must be notified
It’s not a phone call I wanna make
A stranger answers I hesitate
I got some bad news that couldn’t wait
Are you sitting down?
Her bathrobe hangs on the bedroom door
Though she’s been dead for a year or more
He buried her by the sycamore
So that he could keep her close
It broke his heart and it made him old
Tries to rebuild but it just erodes
Some people say that’s the way it goes
But he don’t feel that way
Get too drunk and you can’t perform
Something dies when a star is born
Spread my anger like Agent Orange
I was indiscriminate
Yeah I met Lou Reed and Patti Smith
It didn’t make me feel different
I guess I lost all my innocence
Way too long ago
She called my bluff and she won the fight
I ran outside in the hot twilight
I had a lighter that didn’t light
I know I shouldn’t smoke
I was gone I was free to leave
Walking fast down the Bowery
Tears in my eyes so I couldn’t see
But I made my way back home


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You All Loved Him Once


You all loved him once and not without cause
He fed you through the winter
He led you through the fog
You hid behind his body to be sheltered from the mob
You all loved him once and not without cause

You all loved him once when his glory was unmatched
Your signal when to celebrate was the bugle of his laugh
Oh, when it came time to stand with him
You scattered with the rats
You all loved him once, that time has passed

You all loved him once when the future was opaque
His reassuring visions were the pillars of your faith
Through a thousand false horizons
He would always fly it straight
You all loved him once, that turned to hate

You all loved him once, an uncommon love at that
What you saw as a pedestal was his elevated path
So to satisfy the Philistines
You stabbed him in the back
You all loved him once, imagine that

You all loved him once
Yes, you ate out of his hand
He mirrored your confusion
So that you might understand
Then your soul was an experiment so he drew a diagram
You all loved him once, it ended bad

You all loved him once and not without cause
He helped carry your baggage when your strength was nearly gone
And the more and more was put on him
He tried his best to take it on
You all loved him once, not without cause
You all loved him once, now he is gone


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Till St. Dymphna Kicks Us Out


Rise and shine, get out of bed
Get ready for the day
Get a coffee from the deli
And walk the riverbank
Be careful with your headphones on
When you cross the FDR
Don't want to be a casualty
Before you make it to the bar
And hide your shapes and worried face
Just sit down in the back
Your friends got there ahead of you
And night is falling fast

Oh, you know you shouldn't say it
So you're thinking it out loud
Some things we lost are never to be found
But if you're gonna talk like that
At least buy another round
And we can keep drinking till St. Dymphna kicks us out

This world is made of blinking lights
They're changing all the time
But depending who you're talking to
It's likely to be fine
I watched you go from bad to worse
The blues is here to stay
Sometimes it's the simple things that make it all okay

Oh, you don't have to lie, say you're alright
We're just happy that you're here
But if you yell and tell me to go to hell
Well, at least you'd sound sincere
Oh, you know it's all a spectacle
When you go to take a bow
You always did get nervous in a crowd
But if you need some company
I'd gladly stick around
And we can keep drinking till St. Dymphna kicks us out

Let's get enabled
Great minds, they think alike
I never was a good judge of when to call it a night

Oh, you don't have to say it
So you're thinking it out loud
Some things go south and they never turn around
But if you want a confidant
I'd never let you down
Oh, we can keep drinking till St. Dymphna kicks us out
Yeah, we can keep drinking till St. Dymphna kicks us out


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