song lyrics/poems
willis
location: jemez mountains
listening to: quickened heartbeats
registered: 2002.11.17
posts: 251
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happy days of winter and gratitude...
here's two from dan bernBreathe
now a couple years ago i told everybody
that i was the messiah come to save them
they started lining up with babies to be blessed,
the sick and the lame blocking the pavement
i walked on water and, okay, sank
turned wine into whiskey and drank drank dranknow with just a couple snickers and some corn meal mush
i fed six thousand at a time
i spoke in saint louie, you gotta play saint louie
saint louie... that's a rule of some kind
the blind came to me and i made 'em see
got the deaf diggin high fidelity
card tricks, i could do card tricks you wouldn't believethere's nothing innocent about a newborn babe
that a few years here can't cure
and it's not so much that you burn out,
baby, but you finally... just endurenow to tell you the truth, lately even i
start to get a little overwhelmed
wars and pain and poverty
those have been around a long long time
but the oceans rise and the freshwater dies
and the hate sticks harder to your insidesand the cars get bigger, and
the smoke churns out. and
your idols fall, and
you lie...
a little betterand the train gets further and further off the track
and with each day passing it gets harder to turn back
they call mother earth "mother" for a reason...
she will revoltstop
stop what you're doing
stop what you're doing and breathe
stop what you're doing and breatheeating hamburgers
corporate mergers
speaking in tongues
burning your lungs
drinking a coke
repeating some joke
kissing the ring
buffalo wings
honking your horn
internet porn
writing your willstop what you're doing and breathe
stop what you're doing and breathe
stop what you're doing and breathe
stop what you're doing and breathe
Thanksgiving Day Parade
Everybody was ecstatic
‘Bout the light show on the farm
And everyone got crazy,
And nobody got harmed
And the five televisions
Huge upon the stage
Had come to pay their union dues
And make a living wage
And the bathroom was the clubhouse
Where the colors all got made
And plans were cast in feathers
For the Thanksgiving Day paradeAnd the DJ spins his records
From here out to the sun
And he flings them through a big hole
In the ozone one by one
And somewhere beyond Mercury
The wax begins to melt
And we touched a perfect stranger
And we loved the way it felt
And we all hung together
In our crew cuts and our braids
Floating down Broadway
Above the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAnd you and I discussed Natalie
While you poised to thrust above her
And I told you how I admire her
And will always need to love her
But I told you how I lost
My best friend Mr. Neal
And we slowly started dancing
And began slowly to heal
And then we all held hands
And no one was afraid
On our way to sell our sculptures
At the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAnd we who were born in one millennium
And will die in the next
Are slightly underappreciated
And slightly oversexed
And as the seconds and the minutes
Start to vanish one by one
I’m watching more cartoons
While I get my toenails done
And we went downtown to deliver
Turkeys to people with AIDS
And then we headed uptown
To the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAnd Michelangelo finally came down
After four years on the ceiling
He said he’d lost his funding
And the paint had started peeling
And he told us that his patron
His Holiness, the pope
Was demanding productivity
With which our friend just couldn’t cope
And he rode off on his skateboard
With his brushes and his blad
Muttering something ‘bout some food
And the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAnd the music keeps on grinding
And the electrophonic crunch
And my father's hair is thinning
And my Mom ate some for lunch.
And you, you were my babysitter
And you let me break my tooth
And we sit here tied together
In a bar in the back booth
And the band is in an uproar
Only the drum machine’s been paid
And we’ll have to bring our own tunes
To the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAustralians are the coolest
People in the world
Let’s all go down under
With strings of colored pearls
And lay them at the feet
Of the heirs of English crime
And listen to old Men at Work
And have a real good time
And we dug until we hit the rocks
Then we threw away the spade
And built a platform to get a better view
Of the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAnd I love whoever’s next to me
I love them so, so much
They let me lean against them
Like a beautiful crutch
And everyone should come up
On the stage and grab the mike
And tell us one by one
Who they are and what they like
And the babies are the only ones
To have lately gotten laid
And I’m feeling young and eager
For the Thanksgiving Day parade
And you explained to me that without your fans
You’d be back out on the street
With nothing but chitlins on your plate
And splinters at your feet
And if you die, you’re gone, you said
And your friends are left behind
And you’ll be a statistic
And we’ll be deaf and blind
And darkness is a virtue
And molasses is not afraid
To slow down the countdown
To the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAnd somewhere in the distance
An orchestra shows its face
With Natalie on the oboe
Ty on double bass.
John plays the viola
Slik the tenor sax
James he blows harmonica
In vanilla skin-tight slacks
Hugo oozes alto sax
Ivory the trombone
Masuda squawks the trumpet
Andre xylophone
Ron he shreds the violin
In a green Italian suit
Mike talks on the telephone
On a tape with an endless loop
Jeff he blows the clarinet
With an old-time rockin’ feel
Charlie dings the triangle
Dave the glockenspiel
Chris puffs on the tuba
Aitch a big bass drum
Alfonzo throbs the cello
Like he would a woman, with his thumb
And high up on the podium
In tails with his batton poised
Banksy leads the orchestra
In a glorious, awful noise
And on a float of dripping oil paint
The orchestra it played
Kissing the whole universe
In the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAnd life feels like a fairy tale
& every step feels like a dream
That keeps on getting closer
And more and more extreme
And we just got switched with Venus
And we’re closer to the sun
And I got no problem with it
Nor should anyone
And the cops just blew on in here
And we’re in some kind of raid
I just hope that they’ll release us
For the Thanksgiving Day Parade
willis
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happy days of winter and gratitude...
here's two from dan bernBreathe
now a couple years ago i told everybody
that i was the messiah come to save them
they started lining up with babies to be blessed,
the sick and the lame blocking the pavement
i walked on water and, okay, sank
turned wine into whiskey and drank drank dranknow with just a couple snickers and some corn meal mush
i fed six thousand at a time
i spoke in saint louie, you gotta play saint louie
saint louie... that's a rule of some kind
the blind came to me and i made 'em see
got the deaf diggin high fidelity
card tricks, i could do card tricks you wouldn't believethere's nothing innocent about a newborn babe
that a few years here can't cure
and it's not so much that you burn out,
baby, but you finally... just endurenow to tell you the truth, lately even i
start to get a little overwhelmed
wars and pain and poverty
those have been around a long long time
but the oceans rise and the freshwater dies
and the hate sticks harder to your insidesand the cars get bigger, and
the smoke churns out. and
your idols fall, and
you lie...
a little betterand the train gets further and further off the track
and with each day passing it gets harder to turn back
they call mother earth "mother" for a reason...
she will revoltstop
stop what you're doing
stop what you're doing and breathe
stop what you're doing and breatheeating hamburgers
corporate mergers
speaking in tongues
burning your lungs
drinking a coke
repeating some joke
kissing the ring
buffalo wings
honking your horn
internet porn
writing your willstop what you're doing and breathe
stop what you're doing and breathe
stop what you're doing and breathe
stop what you're doing and breathe
Thanksgiving Day Parade
Everybody was ecstatic
‘Bout the light show on the farm
And everyone got crazy,
And nobody got harmed
And the five televisions
Huge upon the stage
Had come to pay their union dues
And make a living wage
And the bathroom was the clubhouse
Where the colors all got made
And plans were cast in feathers
For the Thanksgiving Day paradeAnd the DJ spins his records
From here out to the sun
And he flings them through a big hole
In the ozone one by one
And somewhere beyond Mercury
The wax begins to melt
And we touched a perfect stranger
And we loved the way it felt
And we all hung together
In our crew cuts and our braids
Floating down Broadway
Above the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAnd you and I discussed Natalie
While you poised to thrust above her
And I told you how I admire her
And will always need to love her
But I told you how I lost
My best friend Mr. Neal
And we slowly started dancing
And began slowly to heal
And then we all held hands
And no one was afraid
On our way to sell our sculptures
At the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAnd we who were born in one millennium
And will die in the next
Are slightly underappreciated
And slightly oversexed
And as the seconds and the minutes
Start to vanish one by one
I’m watching more cartoons
While I get my toenails done
And we went downtown to deliver
Turkeys to people with AIDS
And then we headed uptown
To the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAnd Michelangelo finally came down
After four years on the ceiling
He said he’d lost his funding
And the paint had started peeling
And he told us that his patron
His Holiness, the pope
Was demanding productivity
With which our friend just couldn’t cope
And he rode off on his skateboard
With his brushes and his blad
Muttering something ‘bout some food
And the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAnd the music keeps on grinding
And the electrophonic crunch
And my father's hair is thinning
And my Mom ate some for lunch.
And you, you were my babysitter
And you let me break my tooth
And we sit here tied together
In a bar in the back booth
And the band is in an uproar
Only the drum machine’s been paid
And we’ll have to bring our own tunes
To the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAustralians are the coolest
People in the world
Let’s all go down under
With strings of colored pearls
And lay them at the feet
Of the heirs of English crime
And listen to old Men at Work
And have a real good time
And we dug until we hit the rocks
Then we threw away the spade
And built a platform to get a better view
Of the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAnd I love whoever’s next to me
I love them so, so much
They let me lean against them
Like a beautiful crutch
And everyone should come up
On the stage and grab the mike
And tell us one by one
Who they are and what they like
And the babies are the only ones
To have lately gotten laid
And I’m feeling young and eager
For the Thanksgiving Day parade
And you explained to me that without your fans
You’d be back out on the street
With nothing but chitlins on your plate
And splinters at your feet
And if you die, you’re gone, you said
And your friends are left behind
And you’ll be a statistic
And we’ll be deaf and blind
And darkness is a virtue
And molasses is not afraid
To slow down the countdown
To the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAnd somewhere in the distance
An orchestra shows its face
With Natalie on the oboe
Ty on double bass.
John plays the viola
Slik the tenor sax
James he blows harmonica
In vanilla skin-tight slacks
Hugo oozes alto sax
Ivory the trombone
Masuda squawks the trumpet
Andre xylophone
Ron he shreds the violin
In a green Italian suit
Mike talks on the telephone
On a tape with an endless loop
Jeff he blows the clarinet
With an old-time rockin’ feel
Charlie dings the triangle
Dave the glockenspiel
Chris puffs on the tuba
Aitch a big bass drum
Alfonzo throbs the cello
Like he would a woman, with his thumb
And high up on the podium
In tails with his batton poised
Banksy leads the orchestra
In a glorious, awful noise
And on a float of dripping oil paint
The orchestra it played
Kissing the whole universe
In the Thanksgiving Day ParadeAnd life feels like a fairy tale
& every step feels like a dream
That keeps on getting closer
And more and more extreme
And we just got switched with Venus
And we’re closer to the sun
And I got no problem with it
Nor should anyone
And the cops just blew on in here
And we’re in some kind of raid
I just hope that they’ll release us
For the Thanksgiving Day Parade
