Don’t peek into that one and don’t shake it you know what’s in it anyway and, even if you don’t, you know it’s better to let it be a surprise let it grow wings in your mind imagine that one to have the balls to stalk you in your dreams the ticking the ticking the ticking the ticking inside ensures you it’s not all it’s wrapped up to be. you know the fancy wrapping it could hold sticks, it could hold coal could be the cure to all that ails you Maybe I’m in there in a big feathery cape maybe you’re in there waiting to escape the night is coming soon before the moon rises again before I’m finished growing these wings before you finish opening the rest when you are left You are left with that one under the tall trees you are left with that one on the frozen ground Don’t peek into that one and don’t shake it don’t loosen the ribbons you yourself have tied around it it is the present of the future with each other Don’t peek into that one maybe I’m in there scared of what you'll say maybe you’re in there wasting away the night is coming soon before the moon rises again before I’m finished growing these wings before you finish opening the rest when you are left You are left with that one under the tall trees you are left with that one on the frozen ground You are left with that one It is the present of the future Don’t peek into that one and don’t shake it

The phone is sittin’ there sinister like a hangman's rope. It's calling me over it's calling me, I have no hope. I know that as soon as I hear your hello I'll be lost Lost to the dangerous knowledge of bridges I've crossed but not burned From where I stand out here I can still see your face It could be inches away or floating in deep space I'm like a comet feeling gravitational pull still lugging around this lead educational tool I've not learned how to use yet Learned how to lose you Learned how to choose to cut loose. I can't stay away long enough to forget you I can't stay away long enough to forget you I keep runnin right back 'cause I remember. The sheets that we bought when the others wore through I threw out And then as I picked through the trash at the curb I had to shout: "Why can't I bring myself to my senses anymore! You're haunting me bugging me making me into a bore to myself and my friends." Simpering whimpering I'm not any of these and you've come back yourself now and then so I think you'd agree it's no fun making love to yourself, it's just too low key I want to be grabbing your back and your arms and your hair and your thighs and your heart and your eyes and it’s here it can't end ‘Cause I can't stay away long enough to forget you I can't stay away long enough to forget you I can't stay away long enough to forget you I keep runnin right back You keep bringin me back ‘cause I remember I remember The phone is sittin’ there sinister.

To feel young to hear death far off but to hear it, yes and to dance manic as when you were in love and walked hand in hand through unknown plants weeds which left something on the skin so that only when you reached finally the very spot where you both lay down in the woods together does the poison start to mumble its effect and to announce its itching loud the tingling of death and you danced, jumped, and shook for the water danced for the air to cool the immediate burn and to dance manic in order to prime yourself for the wash of permanent itching that's approaching humming to itself far far off in the forest cracking twigs and beginning to whistle a catchy tune about how frustrating and painful it will be to be unable to scratch someday I hear it it's sounding closer but tonight I scratch, tonight I dance.

He sat down at the table like an air raid siren Everyone else just sat there trying not to let him damage their delicate hearts and minds all of them just kept their heads down duck and cover, duck and cover fail-safe and sound He walked right into town like an air raid siren all those dried-out worn-out faces hiding 'til their rooves were all on fire all of them down in their basements run for cover, run for cover fail-safe and sound And then he climbed up up to my mountain to look down at the burning town and that is where we met in silence that is where we looked down at the violence that we took for granted he looked at me the seed was planted our discovery, our discovery fail-safe and sound

Sometimes the world is much too much too big Sometimes it seems its sinking deep down deep down deep It's scary I'm not the one who can save it I'm not the one who can save you you, Julia, Julia Sometimes I'm thrashing and trashing the things I love Sometimes I just want to run off into the night and run and run and run It's scary I'm not the one who can save me I'm not the one who can save you you, Julia, Julia You don't know it yet but you can do it Sometimes the world is much too much too sweet and there you are standing on your own two feet It's scary, it’s so scary. Isn't it scary, Julia?

Tattle Tale fails to sell the tallest tale of all fashion up a giving giving all to the church of choice but choosing now is losing steam using only dreams to give a voice to get me through what seems to be abusing the passion of my giving nature of my living inside the dream where I am the runner and the road simultaneously a connection in simple moves simple overload ONE TWO ONE TWO never two at once hanging in between {like a dance re-repeating through the night a trance ensuing as we break the day} like a dance where the old guys figure in where they lead the way out of the village and up the mountain and into the sky over to the other side where we all see our parents as our children and our children as ourselves.

Let's take our clothes off Like Judy the Chimp We can swing on the ropes we can climb the ladders If you've got to go you can pee in the corner that's what Judy would do Judy the Chimp Let's eat bananas Like Judy the Chimp If I had a mango I would share it with you We can swing on the ropes we can climb the ladders We ain't got no clothes but it doesn't matter Just don't tell my mother Judy the Chimp Make fun of Tarzan and his girl Jane He's so uptight, man He must be insane cause there's no one out here there's no one to yell at us He's still got his loin cloth he must be jealous maybe he wants to play Judy the Chimp (chimp solo) We can swing on the ropes we can climb the ladders I just hope we're not late for dinner maybe we can play tomorrow Judy the Chimp

Brace yourself Brace yourself against the nearest building as if against the strongest typhoon winds brace yourself brace yourself checkin’ out the battlements Checkin out checkin out and seein’ if I'm in your line of fire in your line of fire in time to tire of your war games I am the dalai lama without my patience I am Luciano Pavoratti without the ovations I am Sigmund Freud without my phallus I am Louis X I V without my palace So brace yourself Pace yourself pace yourself the race is runnin longer now and you ain't lookin very strong to me pace yourself pace yourself runnin out of energy Runnin out runnin out into the heavy traffic on the superhighway the endless skyway into the oncoming American Dream I am a one-armed bandit without a jackpot I am a firehouse dalmatian without a single black spot I'm a famous aging poet without my muse I am a great big bomb without the fuse so brace yourself I am up a raging river without a paddle I am walking on a summer's day without my shadow I am a world gone mad without a care I'm the solution to all your problems fading into thin air and it's comin up on Judgement Day and you haven't even begun to pray so brace yourself brace yourself brace yourself

He was prettier than she was by a long shot but she could never hold a grudge But she could hold him all night long when he had those night long fits of rage It was the flowers from the field It was the honey on his toast It was the smell of dry sheets off the line that seemed to calm him down the most He was prettier than she was by a long shot But the long shot that she took Was to trust the beast inside the man Inside the man with the beautiful looks. His eyes rolled up into his head as he threw himself from her arms And he let out a sigh, a sigh that said “I’ve never been, I’ve never really been at all.” “I’ve never kissed the ground I’ve never held my breath, I never say my thoughts out loud and I’ve always welcomed Death.” The night cried, “Mercy! Please! Let me go in peace!” As he curled up inside her whispering, “remember, no responsibilities.” “No flowers from the field, No honey on my toast, no dry sheets off the line, oh baby, can’t you see that I’m a ghost.” He was prettier than she was by a long shot But the long shot that she took Was to trust the beast inside the man Inside the man with the beautiful looks. with the beautiful looks.

Hold the string between the tips of the thumb and index of each hand, so that a short piece passes between the hands and a long loop hangs down. Make a small ring, hanging down, in the short string, putting the right hand string away from you over the left hand string. Insert the index fingers into the ring downward and toward you, and, putting the thumbs away from you into the long hanging loop, separate the hands; and, turning the index fingers upward and outward, with the palms of the hands facing away from you, draw the strings tight . Turn the hands so that the palms face each other, and thumbs come toward you and point upward. You now have a long crossed loop on each index, a long crossed llop on each thumb and a single cross in the center of the figure. Step 2. Pass each thumb away from you over the near index string, and take up from below with the back of the thumb the far index string, and return the thumb to its former position. This movement draws the far index string over the near index string. Step 3. Pass each middle finger toward you over the near index string, and take up from below on the back of the finger the far thumb string, and return the middle finger to its original position. Step 4. Bend each ring finger toward you over the far middle finger string and take up from below with the back of the finger the near index string and return the ring finger to its position. Step 5. Pass each little finger over the far ring finger string, and take up from below on the back of the finger the far middle finger string, and return the little finger to its position. You now have two twisted strings passing between the two little fingers, two loose strings passing over the thumbs and two strings laced around the other fingers. Step 6. Turn the hands with the thumbs upward and the palms facing each other. The little finger strings should be taut, but must not be disturbed. Keep all the fingers close together so that the strings cannot slip; the success of the figure depends entirely upon this precaution. Take the thumbs out of their loops, and throw these loops away from you over the tightly drawn twisted little finger strings. Step 7. Insert each thumb into the small space between the twisted little finger strings, close to the little finger, and lift up the upper of the two strings (which is the far ring finger string). Now, if the lower string be kept tightly drawn and the other fingers be kept close together, the loose hanging strings (the original thumb loops) will become wrapped around the twisted little finger strings as these gradually untwist when the upper string is lifted by the thumb. This movement forms the figure, which should be about two inches high. A better effect is produced if the tumbs lift the upper little finger string just as you toss the hanging loop over; the zigzag lightning will then flash into view.

No regular day, no. No regular day, no. I see the sign posts at an angle. Which way should I go? Which way should I go now, now that you have driven me off the road, onto the sidewalk, out of control? No regular day, no. No "how do you do, dear?" no. No fruit cocktail in heavy syrup, no. The fruit, it is falling. The fruit, it is falling green and hard and sour, down out of the clouds in showers. My crime is so complete. My crime is so complete, but the guilt is sweet and the pain is sugar melting melting on my tongue melting on my tongue where you once hung on every word, every kiss. Now it’s me who's hanging it’s me who’s hanging like this, upside-down and naked naked in the wind. No regular day, no.

Who's burned themselves inside your eyes? I know that look, I'm really not surprised to see the way that you touch my face. You're blind again, you've left this place. You hurry to the phone you sigh at the silence You get home in time to be away all night Yesterday I saw you were bound for the sun Today the oceans are sucking you down. I rely on denial You deny you rely on me. Now, the big ships they blow right by our dinghy I sit sulking while you are singing. I've pulled you out of the devouring sea. just in time for you to rescue me. (you rescue me?) You need, you love, you take control you bleed to show me what can't be told. I’m sure that a new sun will be rising soon Until then, don’t you deny this full moon. I rely on denial You deny you rely on me. I know, I know you’ve got to go now. I’ve seen that look you just flashed across the bow. I guess, it’s time for you to be jumping ships. Here’s what’s left of your wings, here’s a kiss I rely on denial you deny you rely on me.

it was a moon to follow it was a moon to swallow it was a hairless moon the barnacles and seaweed stripped this last ocean dip must’ve been acid and turmoil so, walk toward this moon with your paper cup and fill it with water walk toward this moon with your heavy soul and sand your edge such a fool to walk toward this moon that chalks you and makes you human human walk toward this moon

You tower high above the city You give off high doses of radioactivity globes make my head spin wires hum, high tension wires seek out the sum of the lot of us, all of us how do we measure up, oh how do we measure up, oh how do we measure the distance between the sound of my voice and your heart if it's there. Is it there? how do we measure the sound that you make when I say, "Alright, let's bring this thing to a boil, Sublimate, take me out of this solid state technology, technology, technology, technology.” Gee. Let me drift between you and this wall of expectation hovering Let me lift up your veil and answer the preacher, the teacher, the state and your father your father, The Man Without Qualities. and wouldn't it be loverly loverly, loverly, loverly loverly. "Oh, Brünhilda, you’re so lovely!" "Yes, I know it. I can’t help it.” "Come be my wife!" (Wagnerian interlude) The Wedding of Electronics and Biology.

I get my kisses through osmosis, get my love in measured doses. ‘Suppose it should get easier now that you're no longer here. I got a patch across my worn out crotch to match the one across my heart. It delivers what I want but not exactly what I'm needing. kisses. Needing to suck both their tongues out of their mouths as I sit here feeling so strung out. They're angel-hounds as they look at me and lick my wounds to bleeding. Behaved so good for fifteen minutes but I'm only really good when I'm in it, so let's finish off these sober dreams and get back to the sweet extreme of kisses through osmosis. It takes more man than I have in me now to stay clear of that sacred cow, so I bow down to the ground as my hand goes for the dagger. I throw myself into someone else's arms thinking it could do me no harm, but it only goes to show you just how much is really broken. I can still make out your Shroud-of-Turin imprint in the bed as I lay in it and make the best of all that I have left of you. I get kisses through osmosis.

Do you follow me now? Do you know this game? I am magical food Take your hunger away Don't you back out on me now You know you've written the rules Didn't think that I'd play them so well I am magical food Never thought you'd feel that itchy tingling again? eventhough it's been years and years since you've seen my face Give yourself some credit, baby You haven’t lost your swing Do you follow me now? Are you liking this game? Turn your memory off And turn the volume way up You say your cup's half empty, It's time to smash that cup You can dress me up But don't you take me anywhere I kinda like this place I kinda like this fresh ocean air Do you follow me now? I see you've played this game before I'm the lighthouse, baby It's time for you to slide into my shore Now, you watch out for them rocks You never know what's deep down there The dream you see in my eyes Will become your worst nightmare Do you follow me now? Follow me now Get you what you want inside How? Let you in on a secret right now Bet you didn't even feel it sliding down. There's more than love in this life There's more than tears in my eyes The way you're looking at me now I'm afraid of all of my lies Take a good look at me now I'm not the man that you thought I'd be Now that the fog is lifting, baby The decision is so clear to me Do you follow me now? I am magical food Now that I've rewritten all the rules The rest is all up to you.

There’re movements in the ground which can never be tamed. There are crimes of the mind which are never ever named. The Sky Boy holds tight knowing nothing else can kill like fear, nothing else can toss him to the wind faster than his trust slipping from his grip. Here under his watchful namesake, high above the earth's unsettled shake, the Sky Boy gives all he can to every inch of hope and betrays every foot that he takes. He betrays every foot that it takes

Letting you taste Letting you breathe The dark earth of this place While we Listen to the rain breaking up this damp this solid afternoon. All light and air are held inside your brave and blinding stare your eyes your eyes are searching your eyes are learning the signs You arrive to find me Looking through the same old pictures and the look you give me is mirrored in the same way the cat approaches the door sidles your leg and paws off into the night So far away so close at hand you're asking me to wait I am and I'm enjoying this invitation, expectation to close my mind seal the time listening to the same old voices and the look you give me is sacred in the same way you put your hand on an old tree that you planted in your youth and the giant that has arisen cannot be misunderstood Toda la lus y el aire estan envueltos en tus ojos tus ojos me enciegan estan aprendiendo\ los signos. The look you give me