Son of a Preacherman (Dusty Springfield Cover)

bass work done by sean maher

you've got your sleeves
they're handmade
you've got your Nike tennis shoes
built by slaves
and in your dreams you are a dog
a tiny boat on windy streams
delivers you past red-skinned malls
the siren song of industry
and i've got mine
so what am I?
an overhydrated junkie
on waterslides
but when i dream well i don't dream
im living only when i wake
a mist of listless mystery
surrounds the void between my days
you close your eyes and you're away
i clamp mine shut and lie awake
a sleepless sunbeam in the dark
last night i broke my mother's heart
i awake
and me oh my
i see that lurid neon sign afterlife
the corporate captain turns to me
says "boys i think we found our whale"
he caught my protests in his teeth
and pointed West to set the sail

Nike Tennis Shoes

Mele Kalikimaka

Dermatologist recommended- Just like everything else
And your socks needed mending so you threw them in the trash and bought a brand new pair for yourself
thats the way it is - welcome to the USA
If its broke don't fix just buy and throw the rest away
      the world's too crazy
or I'm just lazy
or maybe its hazy
or maybe its brazenly free

Its a brand new baby boom
this time its a swell of phones
just imagine the social security 
we'll have to pay for our iphone purity and 
I'm as guilty as any other man today (of the age)
We have all been pulverized into a smoothie for the Great Cliché

Either way we won't go today
Catalog and crush your fears
Put'em down like an old bloodhound
No revolution starts without tears

Welcome to the USA

i don't write happy songs anymore
i've lost sight of all the good times
nothing to see but grief
nothing to be but lonely
nothing to hold but bunk fortunes told

all my friends they have spread out everywhere
someday soon i won't remember
they've all got ends
i've got things i've been meaning to do
no means, no future for you


Bummer Song 1

Acute insanity disguised as baleful vanity
Skeptic crept into the box
Watched the opera with the eyes of a fox
Taking notes on statistical bliss
Shrinking from the warmth of a kiss
Eye yourself with detached curiosity
Like a lab coat stuffed with hypocrisy 

Call me vain or call me cool
Call me warped or an unwound spool
But I'll teach you something that they won't in school
It's the self that makes the fool

Skeptical dreams
Slicked back with a modest sheen
FInd yourself trapped in an alleyway
Full of ghosts that refuse to decay
And I wish it weren't so
But darling that's the way that it go
And sometimes you have to be honest
When the endtimes are so close upon us


In A Philosophical Sense

Lennon-McCartney cover, performed by the Rockin' Ramrods and others.

Trill Magdalene

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