Working overtime

Well I`ve been working overtime
I`ve been putting in the hours
now I`m running out of time
and I`m running out of reasons
I can`t even see the words
or the page on which they`re written
And I`m running out of time
running out of time

I got a date to burn that midnight oil
I got a back seat drivers view
I`m a machine in a factory
an abandoned point of view
I`m a cavalier in the junkyard
the brutalized other side of you
and we`re running out time
running out of time

Everybody`s committing suicide
you can do it in installments
you don`t have to put any money down
just leave your soul in the vestibule
Have a nice day we`ll take good care of you
you`re a welcome guest in the corporate zoo
so have a good time ,now

Some things are so automatic
no one notices the tragedy
it`s a short ride to disaster
up in the morning and off to work again.

Mustard

Sleeping through another Sunday
a lost weekend
approaching Monday
accosted by a debutante
offering more than I could want
Senses leaving snail trails heaving up the debris of the night before
crush my skull with feather weight poems
I know but I`m not sure

From out of nowhere I`m stuck in traffic
Life is a gas station and I`m on empty
brush my teeth with wire wool
and worry about my inclinations
someone takes a toke of toxic
television screams off the wall
fading in the next drink
I think but I`m not too sure

And it looks like mustard
smells like mustard
feels a lot like glue
It looks like mustard
burns like mustard
comes on just like you

Standing idly on the corner
disheveled and out of order
Reveling in faded glory
I get told another story
senses leaving snail trails heaving up the debris of the night before
crush my skull with feather weight poems
I know but I`m not sure

And it tastes like mustard
smells like mustard
feels a lot like glue
looks like mustard
burns like mustard
comes on just like you

Everything turns sour

When every thing turns sour and all your faith deserts you
and all the ghosts of the past they come back to haunt you
when every bridge is broken and every river crossed
when you are standing in the shallows
with no way to get across
when there is nothing left to bargain
and there is nothing left to lose
when every new invention feels like yesterdays news
remember,
Someone sold you a lie
but you don`t have to buy it this time
there is more to life than standing in line
you can take what you want it`s no crime

When you get tired of the chains that keep you in the gutter
it is time to forget the fear it doesn`t really matter
with every good intention
left lying in the dust
that keeps you running from the shadows
that keeps you running out of luck
when you think your life is over
before it has begun
don`t stare in stunted wonder
at the things you haven`t done
Remember
Someone sold you a lie
but you don`t have to buy it this time
there is more to life than standing in line
you can take what you want it`s no crime

When everything turns sour (etc)

 Come back and visit

Remember in a voiceless sob
Come back and visit
Iron town call it ox blood red
Snowfall you can bury your hands in
And the past lies dead
Put your hands straight through it
Make a feast of desire
It`s always hungry
Snow falls against the light
Put the memory of your face
In a place it cannot be
In a chair opposite me
Then let the dead desire
Lay your hands on me...

And if you find a better place
Leave a mark I`ll find it
Count the ways
Counting one two three
Shade your eyes in metal
Then comes the senseless echo
Let the dead desire
Lay your hands on me

Glorious Wonder

There is a wind that blows
Down no street I know
Voices sing dark and low
A church bell rings
Solo violin
There was someone else
I was not myself
It was not my dream
I do not belong
Glorious wonder I could not see
The pain and the pleasure were beyond me
It`s time for the alien
To cross that line
It`s not mine

Is it yesterday
I am on my way
Was she in the light
That I could not say
As cold as ice
Blacker than night
I heard another name
I knew it wasn`t mine
So then I
Looked the other way
Glorious wonder I could not see
The pain and the pleasure were beyond me
It`s time for the alien to cross that line
It`s not mine....

Fall of the Empire

It`s the fall of an empire
it`s in the air
It`s the mood of the moment
and I don`t care
close your eyes
close your eyes
consider yourself in the scheme of things
when you open your eyes
take a look around

The fields are burning
there`s water in my eyes
and the sky turns black
There`s no returning
once you`ve gone
there`s no coming back
as night turns to day
what would you say
to make me change my mind
I don`t believe the lie

I rose early
the trumpet sounded
and all the walls had come down
I`m celebrating
with champagne breath and clown
as ruined as the rest of the town
I`m falling down

The wheels are turning
I`m moving on and that`s a fact
There is no returning
once you`ve gone there`s no coming back
close your eyes
close your eyes
consider yourself in the scheme of things
and when you open your eyes
take a look around

It`s the fall of an empire

Vaguely Jesus

When daily life begins to crack & the glue you chose proves to be unsuccessful
When the overtures leave you bored and eulogising the vaguely in consequential
then somwthing slaps you in the face
like a fish disguised as the master race
& she comes like never before
& you're lying on the floor
feeling vaguely jesus

When the things you do go at half the speed
before you're done you're back at the beginning
& so confused by the fall from grace
every step you take feels largely coincidental
then sirens in the afternoon
explode into the living room
& she comes like never before
& you're lying on the floor
feeling vaguely jesus

What are you waiting for

Open up the gates of madness
beware the terror pygmy roams
all the snakes are on the inside
waiting for you to come home
On a bed the queen is sleeping
cheerleaders crowd into the room
the killer dwarf lights a candle
the organ grinder bangs out a tune
What are you waiting for?

Lying on a slab of metal
on a hot summers afternoon
showgirls dance a leather tango
invite you up into their rooms
What are you waiting for?

Meanwhile back at the oasis
in a tense sentimental groan
gnashing teeth do a quick fandango
and leave you howling at the moon
What are you waiting for?

Playboy of the western world

The playboy of the western world
tonight is getting stoned
If you could get him on the phone
what would you say to him now
Following the advice of fools
He disengaged his rusty tool
That`s quite a foolish thing to do
what could he do for you now
Yeah what`s he going to do for you now
There is always someone waiting for you
There is always someone waiting for you
And tonight he has gone undercover
Tonight there are no lovers
Tonight there will be no other
Tonight...

The playboy of the western world
The object of an idle dream
Tonight is standing on the shore
And won`t be coming back anymore
Fame and fortune understood
The flirtation less than good
Somewhat dampened the party mood
Not a lot to say to him now
Who really cares anyhow
There is always someone waiting for you
There is always someone waiting for you
And tonight he has gone undercover
Tonight there are no lovers
Tonight there will be no others
Tonight...

S+M+M`s

She sends me precious things with violins
Her phonograph records
My thoughts become disturbed they are worse than hers
I`m fuckin` demented
The marquis de Sade could take pleasure
Absurd games in all kinds of weather
It`s so obtuse there is no use
Sometimes I think that I should know better

Stick around for the nonexistent second verse
A diatribe verging on the perverse
The one line I`d like to cross
Does not exist
So neither do I
Happy birthday Mr president
All the best are dressed in cement
I know I`m not the one to blame
Sometimes I think that I should know better

She sends me precious things with violence
Her pornograph records
She`s fuckin` demented.