when saturn rolled over me 
you were my shoulder
and Poly you championed love

it was significant
signaling infinite
possibilities
for you and me
and everybody

you weren't the one-two-three-
for me Poly it's clearly not your thing
i wouldn't want you to be  
alone with me it's clear you need
more company

Poly, Poly

so Poly, i'll sing to you
symptoms of solitude
songs to raise the deceased
from the courtyards and catacombs
of lovers and vagabonds
a singular melody
to you
Poly

you weren't the one-two-three-
for me Poly our chemistry was wrong
without exclusivity i couldn't sing
in harmony, for long

for you
Poly
Poly i'm sorry
i wouldn't want anyone ever to be anything other than free
and Poly please believe me
i don't believe that the soul is beholden to anybody

Poly-multi

my heart chakra's labia flappin'
that's what's bound to happen
when you get me out in death valley with all of my friends

this is my pink taco anthem
flappalatin' with abandon
and finally you're finding out the facts of life are all about you

you got your snail trail with a whale tale up in the butt
and while you're dancing in the desert like you don't give a fuck
peeps are swearing at the gen-e cause that shit don't work
pink tacos going loco crazy gonzo batshit berserk

no need to tear your hair cause we don't care
we've got a spare and some flares to shoot up in the air
my rental's got a stereo to fix the scenario
so get on the bus if you party like us
kick it international when we double dutch
come on now

take my hand and put it in your pants
i won't let go of your pink taco
this is my pink taco anthem it's flappalatin with abandon
and finally you're finding out the facts of life are all about you.

Pink taco anthem

>      october is a season all of it's own
>     it's the time of year when we stay in our homes
>     try on all our jackets and winter coats
>     october is the season i dig the most
>     oh, oh, oh ooooh
>     it's that sweater weather that makes me feel better
>     halloween, getting into november
autumn is the time when i'm feeling free
> leaves are falling from the trees
> colors dancing in the breeze
> october  falling all over me 

October

it's me, it's me, it's me
it's not you
i thought i told you last time
that we're through
it'll never get better
when the number 
under umbrage is two
and though you might debate it
you must capitulate that it's true
we're through, past due

deep inside, 
deep, deep, deep, deep, deep,
deep down inside
i wish i'd had the insight 
that you'd haunt me
for the rest of my life
if i'd only had that insight
i'd've known about how you'd lie

two sides to every tale
two sides to you as well
though i've declined
to believe your lies
you've got a child
who will, until
the past is more perfect
and the present
is a bitter pill


past perfect

the ignoble truth is i never belonged
i could alienate myself in the course of a song
it's not as if everything i've ever done
was meant to beguile my friends
or to string them along

that being said i know
it's only time that shows
who's right and who's left
so don't talk to me about morality
don't say you know what's best, for me

mother and son, daughter and dad
i'm smart enough to know i've been had
we're just a link in an unbroken chain
stretching from sin to measured disdain

and through the lens of time we'll see
what the consequence will be
for being ourselves
and that's the price we'll have to pay
if the subject matter is gray
are we really in hell or free

the ignoble truth

i'm on the stage in my head
playing my guitar and singing my life
for the audience
i try and try to think what they think
and even though i've been them a thousand times
my stomach starts to sink

my heart beats the drum beat drops
i start to stutter as i lose my nerve
and i feel like i'm in shock
when i'm singing my life again
and i'm singing my life again

ribs like roots, time in rings
and a thunderous shout belts out like limbs
it's a new beginning
when i'm singing my life again
and i don't know whether i'll ever get over the dread
that never and forever are together at the center of my head

sometimes i think that i'm better off dead
all the people i've hurt won't ever forget
and i'll be unforgiven
a split end in a logical thread
tied to my neck hanging from a limb
in oblivion


the stage

why you treat me so mean
why you treat me this way
you think i'd change to be
who you want
but that would make me insane

when there's a mountain of things
you think you know about me
there's a life i've lived 
that's made me who i am
and proven what i believe

so you want to throw stones
and make me feel alone
you know i've felt that way
for 5,000 days
it wouldn't be a change

i don't want to wring my hands
or try to reprimand
it's not my time or place
i'm not in your good grace
i want you to know where i stand

there comes a time in your life
you choose what's true and what's right
and those are different things
when folks have different needs
listen to me now

you don't know me 
but you treat me like a disease
i'm in your hair and your nails
and your teeth and i'm what you bleed
so you know that i'm gonna be there
when you reconceive

believe or don't believe
just reconceive, please

Reconceive

forgive the profits their pious pretenses
AND hold true that power is pent up aggression?
redactors rely on the guise of republic
garnering rights and rewriting our records
they won't be saved
no one will be saved

i saw the best minds of your generation
plotting the fates of endless civilians
harboring hatred toward races and nations
and jealously coveting everything sacred
you won't be saved
no, you won't be saved

hypocrites, hedonists
soldiers and seers
presidents, penitents
savior's believers
you won't be saved
no, you won't be saved



Redactors (red actors)

it so happens i was thinking 
of a time when i was young
there's a question from a lesson
that's been asked since time begun

what's inside me, what's between me
what's above and down below
do we wonder across the heavens
or are the stars just a part of our soul

trouble tends to start on the inside
if it don't it tends to go toward the inside
and though i don't pretend to know
if the heart on my sleeve will show
i know the road will surely go
to the inside of my soul

is the question the son of invention
who will reap what has been sewn
and if i leave here not a believer
will i suffer this world alone



trouble

the bats in your belfry are drooling on you
and absolutely everything around you 
is completely batshit, too

you're fucking crazy, howling at the moon
it's insensitive to endangered birds
but i think you're a loon

neitha took the medicine you made from pseudafed
and you took everything from me
including my best friend

you're no syd barrett and nick drake has got you beat
at least your heroes had the nerve
to say what they believed

you've flipped your whig, you've gone berserk
you've lost your sense for what it's worth
a hatter isn't madder and a march hare
has more candor than you do

neitha's in a coma, my trust fund has expired
for all i know you're breaking glass
strung out on a wire

you're fucking crazy but i guess i am too
you threatened my life and ruined my name
and i'm still singing this tune

always in doubt, i'm still surrounded by your lies.

Crazy

she makes me shake and i get weak in the knees
my whole body starts to ache and i feel the energy
i take a slow, deep, even breathe
and i cleanse my mind of all my stress
until the fire burns inside my chest
for heaven's sake, she makes me shake

bit by a snake the venom in my arteries
she's got the taste, the cure, the embrasure
to satisfy me
and you know not even death would
stay my hand or cause arrest
i'll give her all i got and all the rest
i would forsake, she makes me shake

Shake

Songs are the directions you get from a stranger to find your way home.

rocktsar

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