The Beatles and My Mind

someone promised you love wasn't a dream in your sleep
that somehow you belong to what you keep
though lacking the will to neither kneel nor nod
i play the silent seed in fields of strawberry sod

little else seems of much import
but hold the tea in st. john's court
and i'll be you and you'll be me
every song a prayer, every one a eulogy

red badge of courage

it's a chemical burn
i fell down some stairs solely on my kneck
my friends drug me on some carpet by my legs
they tried to hang me
i got whipped
i was cooking
someone indian rug burned me
i got punched
i slept on the wrong side
i had a crazy itch
dry skin
bug bite
bad day
tarantula


hickey.

always look on the B-SIDE of life

your best music has always been playing
recorded in the corners of your eyes
the lines your smiles have worn

a woman says your name, a chorus
her voice, the needle playing out the track
as if the earth were a big LP player

best of's are like photo albums
perfect poses in front of pretty places
salt from a tear and spit from a kiss

people never wear their names on t-shirts
play acoustic and save your ears
drink green tea instead of coffee

if you wrap your arms around me like an album cover, i promise the music will keep on playing, i promise that someday CD's will have two sides, i promise we're the only record left