If a Bertha had it's mirth
and the sack that held the attic up is torn.
Meow meow meow for eternity.
Little Chinese kitty.

Jacques Lamure is a foreman at a clock factory.
He wishes he were boss.
So he could fire that scoundrel William Moss.
Who always puts him down,
When Megan Blanchard is around.

Can I help you?
Yeah, I'm looking for some neon prescription glasses
that, you know, will glow when all the lights are out.
When I am trying to quantify the weight of God.

I guess I should have known to stay away
From a snuff film by Gene Genet.
But the cash was good and the director gave me the biggest scene.

It's time to make up your mind
Get in the cellar.
Are you going to betray yourself,
Or come join us up on the days?
The conspiracy that's forever unfolding in your head,
It's just not real.

The three legged hyena cicadas migrated to the small northern sea port village called Durschfuch. The horrible insects congregated above the Durschfuch elementary school and would spend an indecent amount of time circling the playground. The citizens of the village were very alarmed by these new visitors, but since…

I was dreaming of the hunt.
You clapped your hands sharply twice to wake me up.
Oh, darkness was gripping the sky.
I knew I could still be your rock n roll ally.

The winter's good for penguins,
Though brown bears must object.
When talk comes to the joys of winter,
They must interject,
"Hibernating in the snow just isn't where it's at,
because sleeping makes you skinny,
and we bears like to be fat."

Gaily gaily glee
gaily glee gaily gaily glee
Green glass fish glide
cream colored glass

I remember feeling like a ship whose captain was too drunk to steer.
And you watched as I was sinking, waving sadly from the pier.
Memories don't go away; I remember every day.

I don't mind a rainy day.
It doesn't make me blue like it's supposed to.
Doesn't make me blue like it's supposed to.
But I don't like this lonely life.
It really makes me blue like it's supposed to.
It makes me blue like its supposed to.

There are blackbirds in rows behind the clouds.
Pecking at the clouds.
Poking holes in the clouds.
Rain pours out of the holds in the clouds.
When the clouds are empty.
The birds climb inside and sing.

The problem with April is the problem with May
is the problem with June and July.
It's the problem with all of the months since you said goodbye.

Rancor of our
last conversation that
forbidden word you
deform to
handicap me then
abuse your advantage.
I'm nervous my soul is returning to crystals,
because your eyes are an agent of darkness.
There's nothing to fight,
It's just a bit of fait accompli.

Never seen corpses act so cruel.
The self brutality was oh so angular.
I made him a potion in a newspaper cup,.
Smiled, gave me a shrug, said I was a fuck-up.

Lover face, I'll do you as the
Revolver introduced in my play, act one.
Lover face, want to make you ejaculate
Until it's no longer fun.

The celebration has ended.
And now no one will compare.
I'll be searching for you in everyone.
But you won't be there.
No, you won't be there.
No, you won't be there.

You worry 'bout the sun
What's the use of worrying 'bout the big old sun?
You worry 'bout the rain.
The rain keeps falling just the same.
You worry when the one you need
has found somebody new.
But the world keeps going round.

You're always occupied with girly things your room is
filled with girly posters of teen idols and roller coasters and funny things
like that. You've got a red and purple striped stuffed animal cat that takes up
half the bed.

Baby your magic is working.
My mirror's reflection is you
looking coquet and smirking.
Now your magic is working.