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
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 but
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. Isn
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 the
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 it?
"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
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
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.
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 feet
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 -
