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WHAT I'VE WANTED TO SAY

The best and the worst of me at the same time
Make a tin can with strings to you
Let you know I really mean it all
And the more I say it the more I just sound
Like a carnival barker yelling, selling art

Just don't worry about looking dumb
I do it all the time, it's actually pretty fun
And whatever, it's overblown, as relative as
Hot and cold and good and bad and young and old

Do anything, there's no wrong it's all right
This is what I've wanted to say this whole time

I wish for you what I wish for me
The flashlight, the means, the reason, the medium
I will say this, will you listen?
If you don't listen, I don't mind
I'll still say it if you don't listen
If you don't listen, I don't mind
This is what I've wanted to say this whole time

LOVE, AMERICAN STYLE

"I know you," she said, "You're that guy from my TV!
You're that guy who killed all those kids!"
We got off to a pretty good start
"Oh, boy, look what we've won!
Ohboyohboyohboyohboy!"
Love, American Style
"Oh, yeah, um...which one?
Geraldo or Montel or good old Oprah?
All those shows are one
The eating of brains and the bleeding of hearts
it all makes for some pretty cool art."
We got off to a pretty good start
We got off

IN THE AISLE, YELLING

Blessed be
Messed up me
Should I feel different? Was I
Crying to get my face wet

To discern what I did from what I thought
It's hard to discern what I gave from what I got
It's part of me
Blessed be

Low lit theatre
Quiet crowd
I'm on the screen projected
I'm in the aisle yelling fire

GIRL

I am not to blame
I was a little girl
I am still ashamed in a way
But you never said
You were just a little girl
You can always call my name

All for love
So you said
Out of love
So I fell

Things you never said
I was just a little girl
Were you scared or ashamed
Then you took away
My little place in the world
Where I would play

All this time
You will never say
I was just a little girl
Ever again

SEASICK

Believe this
As you convalesce:
I'm seasick
I'm bleeding from open sores
Four days ago, you said soon
That we'd hit shore...
And finally, we've found this land
For all the gifts the people give
Bloody beaches and severed hands
Is what we return
I'm kind of nauseous
Either I don't like this
Or I'm still seasick...
And I find it hard
It's so hard, I'm finding out
You're a liar again...
No, I never said enough...
You gave me what was never yours
You know what? I don't want it

JOB'S EYES

The birds would laugh at Job
their song would torture him
Always a steady rain fell
soakingand chilling him
He could always see a dry
light place on the horizon
He would walk for miles, muttering
"I'm sure this rain won't last. I'm sure it's time is up
Though it's pouring down, I'm sure this rain won't last."
As it fell on Job's eyes
this water of doubt
he said, "I'm wading in lies, it's wearing me out
But if you want it, all right. I'll buy it."
The trees whispered to Job
The wind screamed
"blood too dirty for mosquitos
I hope that you die soon
Pray to any god you believe in."
One day, Job screamed back
"Those people, they had families
Their families don't have them
You're not any god I believe in
I hope the rain ruins the work you did."
At that moment, the clouds parted
Job found himself in the sun
Job's god was left in the storm that he'd created
He moaned, "I'm sure this rain won't last
I'm sure it's time is up
Though it's pouring down
I'm sure this rain won't last."

PUNCHDRUNK

It wore him down
His head was hanging sideways
His lids were slits
This happened almost nightly now
He raised the glove
And waited for another round

He waited for the bell to ring
He prayed the lord would save his eyes
He heard church-folk swaying and sighing
"it's all right."

He liked his kids
He liked his sky-blue Valiant
He like the pay
"The boss' fine young talent"
They all would say
And just a pension later
He'll be free
Do what he wants
Bereave the dream
Now sleep
Now slowly die

CELEBRATE HER

There is a love
Doesn't flower
Doesn't die
Doesn't follow
Doesn't try
Doesn't worry
Doesn't cry
Bare in her innocence
Bare in her mystery
She knows me
I know this
I know nothing
I know why, she's wearing a crown of roses
Celebrate her
Celebrate her song
I know why the sand has azure glow
Wish-water
Celebrate her...

BORING LIFE

You're like kissing lipstick
You're pasty, warm, and dry
You're boring
You bore me
You're such a boring guy

At first I kind of liked it.
The way it oozed out of your mouth.
Then there was more and more and
it got boring...
Just another boring lie.

So what if I just picked this knife up
And cut you all across your smile.
Would that be boring?
Or just one less boring life

JOINING THE CIRCUS

Never won a medal for bravery
Never won a medal for tact
Never thought the truth would enslave me
Turn me into something so close to a liar

I'm joining the circus
I'm going away
Waving from the boat
I don't cry

Looking at the ocean washes tear
away.

I will arrange
Savor the lie.
Go blind on all these words.
Divine myself this urge

I'm joining the circus
I'm running away
The people I won't know
The places I won't stay

Now where is the circus?
I only see clowns
Half naked girls and mirrors
I leave them in the sea to drown

I love her now

CUT-OUT

You're one of a kind
Smooth and sublime
A hella cool dude
A wonderful guy
So what is it like
To be liked
To be right
All of the time?

And every time I wander by
The plastic of smiles
The corners of eyes
I wanna race the lemmings
Into The sea
Look up through the water
Touch bottom

To my mother
To my friends
I'm all right
Am I all right?
It's mine all mine
Tu-ru Lu-ra
What's yours?
Cut-out
You're a doll
You're cut out
To fit right in
And you fit right in

SORROW'S END...

I used to think
"I've never been through it
the deaths and stuff that make us old enough."
Old enough to love a boy whose name I still don't know
We traded voices, blurted accidents
Brutal winter froze through spring's slow crawl
In The summers burn, the impending fall.