: The rhymes in the trees Are old and diseased, But, oh, they sound so pretty to me. The children wait in line With jars of alkaline To place at the
: Trippin? my way to the places and the faces I meet Tryin? to beat the heat with everything The crazy loves the crazy lies They fall by the way side
: Echolalia, When will you come Riding high with wings devised from eagle meat? All the time we?ve spent Awaiting your descent Building empires, burning
: The chosen ones With the punctured lungs, And all the rest With deflating breasts After long and dull debate Decided that it would be best To scatter
: "Come here lover dear, Tell me what it is you hear Just beyond this here door there's something stirring." "I can't hear a thing. I may be blind but
: Thankful Hank and the Guzzard crank The handles of a great machine. It works with the force of a strung out horse; They?re balding from the heat of
: The Tramps of Taro Sound Sit and watch the wind Running ships aground. They give no warning cries, But they charge no fare So, I guess it?s alright
: She?s got graves for every hunchback in town Who would offer their humps up to the Holy of Holies. Now, you may think that you?re safe in the crowd
: Hey my Dear, don?t you cry for me I was only using you like you were using me Using me, like a puppet uses strings Pull your hand and make me sing
: Sometime in May the Harlequin came From under the axles of some parade. His pockets clinked with many things That could make one a virgin again.
: There?s a slow moving train Rolling through the rain, And a man with a hammer Who is writhing around. A certain school of thieves Are watching from
