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Rehab
Quick, quick, Dr. Dick
I'm getting terribly sick
There is a deadly disease
With ever-evolving strains
It's super infectious, poisoning my veins
Wise men say you've found the cure
A pill, a jab, a patch
An infusion of sanity to dilute my confusion
Dr. Dick, do I need a transfusion?
Hit me with something strong to smash this illusion
Even lobotomy, if it must be
Whatever to kill this monster in me
I need a remedy for my broken heart
An ointment to soften this never-healing scar
Drug me and throw me on the table
Cut a hole in my delirious brain
With God's help from above
Make me forever immune to romantic love
If I Had A Heart
If I had a heart of chrome
I've cried tears enough to rust
If I had a heart of stone
I've had years to turn to dust
But my heart is like a wheel
Down some highway meant to roll
If I had a heart of gold
I'd trade it for a copper soul
And bury it like treasure in a deep and secret hole
If I had a heart on fire
Love so cruel has cooled the flame
If I had a heart so wild
Standing still has made me tame
But my heart is only flesh
On which time has come to sup
If I had a heart of tin
I'd shape it into a thin cup
And carry it to heaven begging God to fill it up
I'm sitting here wondering...
Why calories in wine?
Why this warm comfort
This intellectually satisfying taste
But still no answers to my whys?
Just sugar accumulating on my thighs...
Why can't I say this to your face?
What we have become, I can't embrace
The judgments of the disgraced king
A patriarch who's lost his crown
Your smirk, your obnoxious frown
This paralyzing standstill
Underneath late summer Zaykhintos skies
In the shadows of an arid afternoon
Another marriage dies
Why no tears in my eyes?
I'm a widow, covered with black lace
That's such a sad read.
I understand the sentiment, it's logical... But the poem was liberating and therapeutic to write, and it wasn't the sadness generating it...
That's good to know. I did also think it was rather beautiful.
Kissing Warts
Momma's in the cemetery, planted like a seed
All the flowers die there, but I grew a creeping weed
That blossoms in the darkness, a long weeping vine
A thorny living wire in which I became entwined
For I am less a mourner, more a gardener of sorts
The black sky's raining toads and I'm just kissing warts
This whole town's a mortuary for the living dead
Orphans seeking sanctuary should be home in bed
But moonlight falls on fertile soil here among the bones
A shadowed secret garden where I grow my magic stones
And I am less a mourner, more a magician of sorts
Last Train Out (Blue Flannel Shirt)
I wore a blue flannel shirt
Just like Springsteen on an album cover
Wore out the grooves on his records
I played them over and over again
Until I knew every song by heart
I'd sing along and hum the saxophone part
And he was the obvious hero
For a boy in a town without men
And I followed when his guitar roared
And I answered when he called all aboard
I knew all I had to do was raise my hand
And I caught a fast train out for the promise of a promised land
I wore that blue flannel shirt
Long after it grew tattered and faded
Wore it the first time I saw him
He played for hours and hours that night
Oh and I knew every song by heart
And he's been a fair enough hero
For a kid born blinded by the light
But it's my last chance to ride that train
And I'm waiting at the station in vain
I thought all I had to do was raise my hand
But I missed the last train out for the promise of a promised land
Thought I'd go dancing once more in the dark
But I can't start a fire without a spark
You said all I had to do was get on board
But I missed the last train out and the promise I could not afford
I've read loads of comments over the way, some i agree with, some I don't, but this comment means the most.
He follows you around
Breathes down your neck
Like a blood-sucking vampire
Owning everything you lack
He smiles in the mirror when you shave
He'll accompany you to your grave
Sometimes two steps too slow
Lying in ambush in your belly below
Persistent like weeds
A loyal dog at the foot of your bed
You try to ignore him, you fail
He's sniffing your tail
Following you on your downhill trail
He reflects in the sadness of your eyes
He's your inner voice, your conscience in disguise
Your true self
A man without a shell
A man I understand all too well
Your shadow man
Thanks for starting a new thread!
America Is An Old White Man
America is an old white man
Grown too long in the tooth
Reaching up from the grave
To reclaim his misspent youth
Not the early light of dawn
Shouting out from the past
Hey you kids get off my lawn
Spoon-fed by the working class
Hoarding all of the wealth
He made sitting on his ass
America is a broken promise
An insurrection with a spray-on tan
A graceless, lumbering giant
Rehab
Quick, quick, Dr. Dick
I'm getting terribly sick
There is a deadly disease
With ever-evolving strains
It's super infectious, poisoning my veins
Wise men say you've found the cure
A pill, a jab, a patch
An infusion of sanity to dilute my confusion
Dr. Dick, do I need a transfusion?
Hit me with something strong to smash this illusion
Even lobotomy, if it must be
Whatever to kill this monster in me
I need a remedy for my broken heart
An ointment to soften this never-healing scar
Quick, quick, Dr. Dick
Drug me and throw me on the table
Cut a hole in my delirious brain
With God's help from above
Make me forever immune to romantic love
If I Had A Heart
If I had a heart of chrome
I've cried tears enough to rust
If I had a heart of stone
I've had years to turn to dust
But my heart is like a wheel
Down some highway meant to roll
If I had a heart of gold
I'd trade it for a copper soul
And bury it like treasure in a deep and secret hole
If I had a heart on fire
Love so cruel has cooled the flame
If I had a heart so wild
Standing still has made me tame
But my heart is only flesh
On which time has come to sup
If I had a heart of tin
I'd shape it into a thin cup
And carry it to heaven begging God to fill it up
I'm sitting here wondering...
Why calories in wine?
Why this warm comfort
This intellectually satisfying taste
But still no answers to my whys?
Just sugar accumulating on my thighs...
Why can't I say this to your face?
What we have become, I can't embrace
The judgments of the disgraced king
A patriarch who's lost his crown
Your smirk, your obnoxious frown
This paralyzing standstill
Underneath late summer Zaykhintos skies
In the shadows of an arid afternoon
Another marriage dies
I'm sitting here wondering...
Why no tears in my eyes?
Why can't I say this to your face?
I'm a widow, covered with black lace
Kissing Warts
Momma's in the cemetery, planted like a seed
All the flowers die there, but I grew a creeping weed
That blossoms in the darkness, a long weeping vine
A thorny living wire in which I became entwined
For I am less a mourner, more a gardener of sorts
The black sky's raining toads and I'm just kissing warts
This whole town's a mortuary for the living dead
Orphans seeking sanctuary should be home in bed
But moonlight falls on fertile soil here among the bones
A shadowed secret garden where I grow my magic stones
And I am less a mourner, more a magician of sorts
The black sky's raining toads and I'm just kissing warts
Last Train Out (Blue Flannel Shirt)
I wore a blue flannel shirt
Just like Springsteen on an album cover
Wore out the grooves on his records
I played them over and over again
Until I knew every song by heart
I'd sing along and hum the saxophone part
And he was the obvious hero
For a boy in a town without men
And I followed when his guitar roared
And I answered when he called all aboard
I knew all I had to do was raise my hand
And I caught a fast train out for the promise of a promised land
I wore that blue flannel shirt
Long after it grew tattered and faded
Wore it the first time I saw him
He played for hours and hours that night
Oh and I knew every song by heart
I'd sing along and hum the saxophone part
And he's been a fair enough hero
For a kid born blinded by the light
But it's my last chance to ride that train
And I'm waiting at the station in vain
I thought all I had to do was raise my hand
But I missed the last train out for the promise of a promised land
Thought I'd go dancing once more in the dark
But I can't start a fire without a spark
You said all I had to do was get on board
But I missed the last train out and the promise I could not afford
He follows you around
Breathes down your neck
Like a blood-sucking vampire
Owning everything you lack
He smiles in the mirror when you shave
He'll accompany you to your grave
Sometimes two steps too slow
Lying in ambush in your belly below
Persistent like weeds
A loyal dog at the foot of your bed
You try to ignore him, you fail
He's sniffing your tail
Following you on your downhill trail
He reflects in the sadness of your eyes
He's your inner voice, your conscience in disguise
Your true self
A man without a shell
A man I understand all too well
Your shadow man
Thanks for starting a new thread!
America Is An Old White Man
America is an old white man
Grown too long in the tooth
Reaching up from the grave
To reclaim his misspent youth
America is an old white man
Not the early light of dawn
Shouting out from the past
Hey you kids get off my lawn
America is an old white man
Spoon-fed by the working class
Hoarding all of the wealth
He made sitting on his ass
America is a broken promise
An insurrection with a spray-on tan
A graceless, lumbering giant
America is an old white man