LIVING WELL IS THE MAN-SIZED SUPERNATURAL

BEST REVENGE WREATH SUPERSERIOUS

-george herbert[1593-1633] turn on the tv, what do I see? "my brain is the key that sets me free" -
english clergyman and metaphysical poet a pageantry of empty gestures harry houdini, 1874-1926
all lined up for me, wow
it’s only when your poison spins everybody here
into the life you’d hoped to live I’d have thought by now comes from somewhere
and suddenly you wake up in a shaken panic we would be ready to proceed that they would just as soon forget
now but a tearful hymn to tug the heart and disguise
and a man-sized wreath, oww.
you had set me up like a lamb to slaughter
garbo as the farmer’s daughter THROW IT ON THE FIRE at the summer camp where you volunteered
unbelievable. the gospel according to...who? THROW IT IN THE AIR no one saw your face,
I lay right down. KICK IT OUT ON THE DANCE FLOOR no one saw your fear
LIKE YOU JUST DON’T CARE. if that apparition had just appeared
all your sad and lost apostles OH, GIVE ME SOME took you up and away
hum my name and flare their nostrils from this base and sheer
choking on the bones you tossed to them wave the palms, steal the alms,
a fist in the air.
now I’m not one to sit and spin a motorcade of benign strength shows humiliation.
because living well is the best revenge the people that you care, owww. of your teenage station.
and baby, I am calling you on that.
nature abhors a vacuum, nobody cares
don’t turn your talking points on me. but what’s between your ears? no one remembers
history will set me free your judgement clouded and nobody cares
the future is ours and you don’t even rate a with fearful thoughts,
footnote. now headlights and a deer, oww. yeah you cried and you cried
THROW IT ON THE FIRE he’s alive he’s alive
so who’s chasing you? THROW IT IN THE AIR yeah you cried and you cried and you cried and
where did you go, you disappear KICK IT OUT ON THE DANCE FLOOR you cried
midsentence in a judgement crisis... LIKE YOU JUST DON’T CARE.
I see my in and go for it. if you call out “safe”
you weakened shill LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND! then I’ll stop right away
EVERYBODY LOOK AROUND if the premise buckles
all your sad and lost apostles EVERYBODY LOOKING LIKE THEY JUST DON’T CARE. and the ropes start to chafe
GIVE ME SOME
hum my name and flare their nostrils the details smart
choking on the bones you tossed to them well, I am not deceived by pomp but the story’s the same
now I’m not one to sit and spin and odious conceit you don’t have to explain,
because living well is the best revenge but a tearful hymn to tug the heart you don’t have to explain
and baby, I am calling you on that. and a man-sized wreath, oww
humiliation.
you, savor your dying breath THROW IT ON THE FIRE of your teenage station.
I forgive but I don’t forget. THROW IT IN THE AIR
KICK IT OUT ON THE DANCE FLOOR
you work it out. LIKE YOU JUST DON’T CARE. yeah you cried and you cried
let’s hear that argument again. he’s alive he’s alive
camera 3. go. now. LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND! yeah you cried and you cried and you cried and
EVERYBODY LOOK AROUND you
all your sad and lost apostles EVERYBODY LOOKING LIKE THEY JUST DON’T CARE.
hum my name and flare their nostrils realized your fantasies
choking on the bones you tossed to them THROW IT ON THE FIRE are dressed up in travesties
now I’m not one to sit and spin THROW IT IN THE AIR enjoy yourself with no regrets
KICK IT OUT ON THE DANCE FLOOR
because living well is the best revenge LIKE YOU JUST DON’T CARE.
and baby I am calling you on that. GIVE ME SOME everybody here
baby I am calling you on that. give me some. comes from somewhere
baby I am calling you on that. give me some. that they would just as soon forget
and disguise
yeah you cried and you cried
he’s alive he’s alive
yeah you cried and you cried and you cried and
you cried
now there’s nothing
dark and there’s nothing weird
don’t be afraid i will hold you near.
from the seance where you first betrayed
an open heart on a darkened stage.
a celebration
of your teenage station.
this
inexperience, sweet, delirious.
supernatural, superserious.
inexperience, sweet, delirious.
supernatural, superserious,
HOLLOW MAN
wow.
I’ve been lost inside my head.
echoes fall off me .
I took the prize last night
for complicated mess
for saying things I didn’t mean and don’t
believe
believe in me, believe in nothing
corner me and make me something
I’ve become the hollow man,
have I become the hollow man I see?
I see this echoing
you had placed your trust in me
I went upside down.
I emptied out the room in 30 seconds flat
I can’t believe you held your ground
believe in me, believe in nothing
corner me and make me something
I’ve become the hollow man,
have I become the hollow man I see?
I’m overwhelmed, I’m on repeat
I’m emptied out, I’m incomplete
you trusted me, I want to show you
I don’t want to be the hollow man
believe in me, believe in nothing
corner me and make me something
I’ve become the hollow man,
have I become the hollow man I see?
HOUSTON
IF THE STORM DOESNT KILL ME,
THE GOVERNMENT WILL.
GOTTA GET THAT OUT OF MY HEAD.
IT’S A NEW DAY TODAY AND THE COFFEE IS STRONG,
I FINALLY GOT SOME REST.
SO A MAN’S PUT TO TASK AND CHALLENGES.
I WAS TAUGHT TO HOLD MY HEAD HIGH.
COLLECT WHAT IS MINE,
MAKE THE BEST OF WHAT TODAY HAS.
HOUSTON IS FILLED WITH PROMISE,
LAREDO’S A BEAUTIFUL PLACE.
AND GALVESTON SINGS LIKE THAT SONG THAT I LOVED,
ITS MEANING HAS NOT BEEN ERASED.
AND SO THERE ARE CLAIMS FORGIVEN
AND SO THERE ARE THINGS THAT ARE GONE.
HOUSTON IS FILLED WITH PROMISE,
LAREDO’S A BEAUTIFUL PLACE.
AND GALVESTON SINGS LIKE THAT SONG THAT I LOVED,
ITS MEANING HAS NOT BEEN ERASED.
AND SOME THINGS THEY FALL TO THE WAYSIDE
THEIR MEMORIES YET TO BE STILLED
BELIEF HAS NOT FAILED ME
ACCELERATE
AND SO I AM PUT TO THE TEST
sinking fast, the weights chained to my feet.
no time to argue with belief. I’m not alone,
a thousand others dropping faster than me.
what put me here, nothing to
hold onto, nowhere to brake.
where is the rip cord, the trap door, the key?
where is the cartoon escape hatch for me?
no time to question the choices I make
I’ve got to fall in another direction.
the last thing I remember
is climbing up the stairs.
I threw the window open, challenging despair.
i don’t know what i need, i needed time, i
needed to escape.
i saw the future turned upside down
and hesitated.
where is the rip cord, the trap door, the key?
where is the cartoon escape hatch for me?
no time to question the choices I make
I’ve got to fall in another direction.
accelerate.
the vista I see now is changing.
uncertainty is suffocating.
hope has never felt so grating. lit up dim,
and pounding pulse.
make it go. make it slow down.
and go
where is the rip cord, the trap door, the key?
where is the cartoon escape hatch for me?
no time to question the choices I make
I’ve got to fall in another direction.
the city sputters like it’s ready to explode.
accelerate to make it slow, make it go.
accelerate to make it slow, make it go.
accelerate, I’m incomplete,
UNTIL THE
I’m incomplete, I’m incomplete
DAY IS DONE
When fascism comes to America, it will be
wrapped in the flag and carrying the cross.
--Sinclair Lewis
thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of
the last and greatest of human dreams.
thanks for the american dream to vulgarize and
falsify until the bare lies shine through.
--william s. burroughs
the battle’s been lost, the war is not won.
an addled republic, a bitter refund.
the business first flat earthers
licking their wounds
the verdict is dire, the country’s in ruins.
providence blinked, facing the son
and where are we left, to carry on
until the day is done
until the day is done
so we’ve written our stories to entertain
these notions of glory and bull market gain.
the teleprompt flutters, a power surge brings
an easyspeak message falls into routine
providence blinked, facing the son
and where are we left, to carry on
until the day is done
until the day is done
a voice whispers, “son.”
the blessed vision comes.
what have i done? what have i done?

so hold tight your babies and your guns.
forgive us our trespasses. father and son
providence blinked, facing the son
and where are we left, to carry on
until the day is done
until the day is done
MR. RICHARDS
until the day is done
mr. richards, your position
is a messenger pigeon
left behind you when the camp moved on
you thought that you had listened
but the words had never crystallized
into a truth that you might own, hey hey
mr. richards, your decision
pay attention, pay attention
mr. richards you’re forgiven
for a narrow lack of vision
but the fires are still raging on
the public’s got opinions
and these consequences border on
the compound that you razed where “zealots”
sang, hey, hey
mr. richards, your decision
pay attention, pay attention
so listen, your intention
sign the paper, stamp the ribbon
you’re mistaken if you think we’ll just forget.
you can thump your chest and rattle
stand in front of your piano
but
we know what’s going on.
yes, we know what’s going on
we’re the children of the choir, hey.
and we know what’s going on.
mr. richards, your conviction
had us cheering in the kitchen
now the jury’s eating pigeon pie
so tell me, how is prison?
have they taught you how to listen?
we’ve begun to bridge the schism,
pay attention, pay attention.
mr. richards, your decision
pay attention, pay attention
you can thump your chest and rattle
stand in front of your piano
but
we know what’s going on.
yes, we know what’s going on
we’re the children of the choir, hey.
from the compound fire, hey
and we know what’s going on.
yes, we know what’s going on.
SING FOR THE
SUBMARINE
it feels, in dreams,
that everything’s there for you
the city breathes and pulses,
its fuel, electron blue.
i knew, that you, could see right through it
so this is where you give in to the machine
lift up your voice, feel gravitys pull,
and drown out the sirens ring
ohhhh
it’s all here where i keep it.
it’s all in the submarine.
it’s all a lot less frightening
than we would’ve had it be.
and that’s the good news, my darling
it is what it’s going to be, so
sing, sing for the submarine.
i tried to explain how it all begins
how it’s all destroyed and built again.
i knew, that you, could not believe me.
but now you’re here and it’s different,
how the light shines in your eyes
and every second a century,
it’s then that i realized.
the world as we know it, a high speed train,
we’ll pick it all up and start again
it’s all here where i keep it.
it’s all in the submarine.
it’s all a lot less frightening
than we would’ve had it be.
and that’s the good news, my darling
it is what it’s going to be, so
sing, sing for the submarine.
the city did not collapse in a shudder
the rain, it never came.
at least my confessions made you laugh,
i know it’s a little crazed.
but these dreams, they seem, so real to me.
it’s all here where i keep it.
it’s all in the submarine.
it’s all a lot less frightening
than we would’ve had it be.
and that’s the good news, my darling
it is what it’s going to be, so
sing, sing for the submarine.
and so this is where you trust me,
that this is where it begins.
it’s all a lot less frightening,
we’re here in the interim.
tyrell and his mechanical owl,
a moth disguised as a leaf.
don’t tell me what tomorrow brings,
we climb into the hidden machine,
and sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing,
HORSE TO WATER
sing, sing for the submarine.
I could have kept my head down.
I might have kept my mouth shut.
I should have held my own,
you lead a horse to water and you
watch him drown.
you’re only as big as your battles.
rattle my cage with your shadow
I’m a bantamweight with a
mouthful of feathers
don’t you know that what comes around goes
around
I’m not that easy
I am not your horse to water
I hold my breath I come around round round
don’t darken my doorstep again
you’re mixing up lemonade gin-gin
you’re mixing up lose with win/win
lead a horse to water and you
watch him drown.
you’re stumble on glass top table.
divas chewing chalk on cable.
humvee up a beanstalk fable,
I don’t call this entertainment
‘cause humpty’s falling down.
I’m not that easy
I am not your horse to water
I hold my breath I come around round round
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