LUV HUNGRY [part I]
a blessing
once upon a
while
a wandering
child
I came upon the crooked
creek
the crooked creek
crept
the crooked creek
kept
secrets no one could keep
down past the willow
beneath the stars
I could be discreet
down past the willow
underneath the stars
i'd stop staring at my feet
i'm gonna follow the creek
to the edge of the river
i'm gonna follow the river
to the mouth of the sea
i'm gonna get, i'm gonna get,
i'mgonnageti'mgonnaget
myself
deep
under
neath
i'm gonna get, i'm gonna get,
i'mgonnageti'mgonnaget
a blessing over
me
'cause we're all cursed.
figure i'd get a head start.
we're all cursed...
our heads just poison our hearts.
we get greedy.
we get violent.
just plain wretched.
Uh-huh.
we're all cursed.
I'm gonna follow the creek to the river to the sea and i'm gonna get a blessing over
me.
Dis man tle It.
Have you heard from the american dream?
... and how's he feeling?
He really ain't been making the scene.
I started stealing
memories outta the eyes of anyone with some light left...
-hey, can I borrow that?
See i've been trying to get
excited 'bout something, but nothing's really jumping these days.
It don't feel cool to be anywhere anymore 'cause it's all the same.
And i've been looking all over for my own generation and just when I thought it didn't exist
we ran into each other thrift picking through the old alphabet.
I know these second hand letters can seem so much better than anything we're coming up with.
Told me they ran out a few years ago, but promised me that probably...
somebody else was working on it.
Now i'm just stuck standing here
on the corner
of I don't know and who really cares?
I think i'm gonna
dance I gotta move I think I really gotta get me some action.
I'm rather fond of that.
I take what I can get
i'm damn hard to please but amused as easily as i'm bored.
Turns out that apathy is actually a luxury that I can't afford.
So I go looking all over for a little inspiration and just when I think i'm calling it quits
I see a dying man stand up to everything making him sit.
I guess sooner or later we're all gonna make the papers 'til the ink wells cease to drip.
Looks like the end is coming soon, so if you would, would you please riddle me this:
if we were strong enough to build it will we have the strength to
DIS MAN TLE IT.
Guess in the meanwhile i'll get high and just smile:)
and watch it all turn to shit.
Make Like ELVIS
welcome to the story room
a falsity emporium
“what shall we tell the people today?”
we dispensed with auditoriums
just pipe it in the living room
isolate them in their fear and their hate
with a
HEAD FLAP MOUTH FLOP HEAD FLAP MOUTH FLOP HEAD FLAP MOUTH
Did you hear what he say?
HEAD FLAP MOUTH FLOP HEAD FLAP MOUTH FLOPPER HEAD FLAP MOUTH
Was it talking to me?
Well, I don't know what to believe
it's fucking with reality
how can I get any relief?
I don't expect to trust the government
but no one's looking confident
watch ignorance and misery breed
with a
HEAD FLAP MOUTH FLOP HEAD FLAP MOUTH FLOP HEAD FLAP MOUTH
did you hear what he said?
HEAD FLAP MOUTH FLOP HEAD FLAP MOUTH FLOPPER HEAD FLAP MOUTH
FLOPPING OUT OF HIS HEAD!
We oughtta make like ELVIS
shoot the tv set
be american heroes that nobody forgets
we can learn karate we can shake our hips
and take care of business 'til
we rock to death.
Checking In With Myself
Chipped brick walls
I swear i've been here before
just walked out a different door
around turned all i'm now
I dispel the hate
get my head and my bawons straight
find something to alleviate
the weight that's pulling me
down.
Well maybe if I go
faster or get plastered or get a masters
i'll start connecting the dots
dot.... dot....
I can't even finish this thought
HEY!
Who fixes rose colored glasses?
Things look like shit since I smashed 'em
besides they made me look handsome...
now all I know is that I know **
if you hear the RAMONES
and you happen chance to not see me dancing
then you really better leave me alone
or check my pulse I might not have lasted.
All I wanna do is ROCK-N-ROLL
someone keeps cutting the grit with plastic
it's getting harder to save my soul.
These times may call for measures more drastic.
Tired eyes
fight the close for the umpteenth mile
it didn't seem so far last time
I came down this road.
I know I paved it well,
and although well intentioned still goes
straight to hell
it's just pretend when I behave myself
so maybe that's why it shows.
Pretty, pretty please pardon me
I really must go
I start to atrophy
when I don't move
along
so long
it's been
so long again
please tell me how the hell are ya?
I see you got some more scars there
you really oughtta take care.
Do me a favor...
**
woe is me
was the look I gave
as the rear view mirror
turned my way
away
with you
I say
but you still won't get outta my face!
I know you still got yer issues
behind those tough looks and tattoos
so i'm just checking in with you
here's how we do it
**
Ausfahrt
Ignite.
it's been a hell of a haul.
it's alright
to become nothing at all.
My thoughts keep racing
trying to be ten
places at once
we keep racing trying to outrun the sun.
the rattlesnake is saving up her strength in the back seat
sister's mister and I both keep our eyes on the country
jimmy tore the road in two
green skies wrestled black clouds blue
a little speed and mush-a-rooms
what a view all just trying to get to you.
Meek vs. Roaches
I wasn't born
a natural soldier
was never good
at taking orders
but I was meant
to be a warrior
to fight
to survive
at least
'til I die
woops there goes
my sick sense of humor
gotta laugh
not to cry
are those tears?
In your eyes?
Wipe 'em.
What's a matter what's a matter
you?
'cause we all can have a piece of the pie
just so long as
you're counting the crumbs
please remember
who's holding the knife
and be careful
not to get cut
for blessed are the meek
still probably the roaches
will clean up.
I wasn't born
a natural saint
I still tried hard
I still ain't
i'm just a good
old fashioned sinner
I still pray
I still seek
ask for strength
when i'm weak
just a good
and faithful sinner
so let's fuck
and get high
get some sweat
in our eyes.
Wipe 'em!
What's a matter, what's a matter
you?
'cause we all can have
a piece of the pie
from the créme
on down to the
crumbs
please remember
who's holding the knife
and be careful
not to get cut.
I know the angle
of the handle
will sometimes skew
the name
and even now
I see more clearly
it still slices all the same
though blessed are the meek
I think we both know the roaches
will get what
remains.
LUV HUNGRY [part II]
Lunacy Rag
200 miles to daybreak
I started feeling the earth shake
no more white lines
I slither away.
Ain't nothing good 'bout this morning.
Ain't no such thing as fair warning
to prepare me for this day.
Don't wanna lose it
I go for a walk.
Been wearing holes
in my purple socks.
They just put my best friend
in a box
I think i'm going crazy..
in fact the last time that I ran into my sanity
he was fighting for his life down on his hands
and knees
it wasn't the first case the cure
was worse than the disease.
I stay
'neath the light of the moon
as I often do
and started humming this tune
la la la la la la la lunacy
la la la la luna see
me
through
AWWWRROOOOO!
I've been howling day and night
i've found worse ways
to lose my mind
Please move the clouds
you hide behind
nothing kills like killing time
and I
wanna live more than survive
I don't wanna waste my time
trying to unweigh a worried mind
no no no no I
wanna live more than survive
so I ain't gonna pay no mind
just gonna lose my mind (it still crawls back sometimes)
I DON'T MIND
I PAY NO MIND
I LOST MY MIND
AND THAT'S JUST FINE
WITH ME.
I'm sorry to waste
some of your better days.
They said I couldn't be saved.
You still came anyway.
So I did the same
though it couldn't repay.
We shared so much more than our name.
This one's for the holes in our brains.
21st Century Tumbleweed
I found myself blowing around
through the shadows
by the sea
like a plastic bag in the breeze
some kinda 21st century tumbleweed.
Went 'round the corner
and up the street
through the alley
in between.
I was just picking up steam
when I was stopped
by the squawk
that spoke to me.
It said
“the work i'm doing
only costs three copper
so keep the change. I don't want nothing from no one
because I still get it all...
you know yer blessed
oh yes
always just falling short of
nothing left
always just stumbling into happiness
as fleeting as it may be.
You like yer vice you say
Remember sometimes there's a price to pay...
now SHOW ME YOUR SOUL.
And i'll show you mine.
If you like losing control.
We'll have one hell of a time.”
I said I remember
when I was fifteen...
Jack said the open road
was calling my name.
Mama passed on her gypsy disease.
Now i'm a 21st century tumbleweed
we had a joke and a smoke and agreed
if a man's living he oughtta be free.
I said thank you but I never said please
just like a 21st century tumbleweed.
Press Repeat
the leaders still keep leading to war
it's still about the rich and the poor
greed is still the sickness
love is still the cure
I don't wanna press repeat anymore.
We'll fight fear
with faith
sweep hate
out the door
I don't wanna press repeat anymore.
over paranoid over privileged blues
There's something
in the air
There's something
everywhere
but no one
else seems to care
i'm not
crazy I swear.
There's something
in the air
it's getting
in your hair
i'm not crazy!
Maybe,
who cares?
This time it's not the source of my despair.
It's the shortness of my sight
it's not telling wrong from right
it's the alabaster tiles
that hang up in the sky.
There's something
but no one knows
just where it comes from
or where it goes
there's something
to make your habit grow
there's something
to make yer gadget go
there's something
in the air
it's getting
everywhere
I'm not crazy!
Maybe, who cares?
The choices are deranged or unaware.
So the former of the two
is the choice i'm forced
to choose
can't go back to ignorance
though I start to miss the bliss.
Meanwhile...
I'm really going crazy for this high definition
things are so much clearer while i'm making decisions
let me tell you all about last saturday night
I sat smoking chains watching moths hit the lights
am I getting old or is there nothing to do
or do I got the over paranoid over privileged blues
gimme yer distraction, baby, I don't care
we'll stick our heads in the sand and our hands in the air
I want a reaction not a vacant stare
yer first world problems ain't going nowhere.
If the food fueled this nation should reveal itself a poison
We'd probably still get fat and still feel important
so i'll tip my hat and sing songs of misfortune for the ones who can't
long live their voices
but you don't need no words
with a steady hand
in darkness or light
still the same man
take a polaroid picture
pack some paper towels
won't be here for long
passing through anyhow
I'm really going crazy for this high definition
things are so much clearer while i'm making decisions
let me tell you all about last saturday night
me and all the other moths were out hitting lights
am I getting old or am I boring too?
Or do I got the over paranoid over privileged blues?
Luv Hungry
I get so hungry
I get so hungry for love
I get so hungry all the time
I get so hungry
I get so hungry for love
Already got the next meal on my mind
I get so hungry
And it's never enough
No matter how often I dine.
I get so hungry
I get so hungry for love
I got an insatiable appetite.
I said I'm starving to feed
Think I mislearned how to eat
And now I'm oh so hungry
For Love
And I tend to believe
I'm not the
only
1.
Flipside
The branches
Have broken
our way...
So let's take 'em
We can set 'em
ablaze...
Oh go on
to keep warm
we must work
For a while
For the beds that we make never lie
I'll catch you on the Flipside.
Take cover
They're coming
in fast
Love each other
At least as long
As you last...
Be at ease
with the sleaze
And the shit
And the slime
We all soil the beds where we lie
I'll catch you on the Flipside.
But if these trees
would tell tales
of how others
have failed
Would I sit here,
and listen
awhile...
And could I hear what they say?
Before I rushed on my way?
And believe 'em
without my own
trials...
And will I find out
On the Flipside?
Please, brother, tell me!
Were they ready?
With confetti?
And a parade?
Led by every
Dog and Caddy
You ever loved
And ever saved?
Oh go on!
You best get gone!
We know
No
Body
Is too tough to die.
And I hope
this singing telegram's waiting for you
Signed,
Catch You On The Flipside...
Go see Justina and Josephine
I'll bet her kitchen is sparkling clean
And you and her fella
Will have plenty of whiskey and smoke.
Now I can't pretend to know
How it all really goes
But I bet
It's one hell
Of a ride.
And you never
Liked saying goodbye...
Just I'll Catch You
On the
Flipside.