- I May Have Cried A River For Him But He's No Depardieu
He stepped right out of his shoes and kept walking into the green sunset.
The twisted carcasses of slain ice dwarts, icicles forming on their stringy white bears... melt wizard, melt wizard, keyed into computers.
'I don't wanna be big', with an overgrown sleeve.
He turned and waved a floppy goodbye. Goodbye.
- Ten Steps To Avoiding The Clap
still blue, man he was.
silence falls in the saloon crowd,
as he heads for the street and runs...
it ain't the first time, it ain't the first time
he's been shot...
call the doctor, a shot for the ghost time
it ain't my thought to stop the bullets...
there's no sign that he's alive,
- The Graduate Walks With a Distant Gait
get this bus moving,
get it moving,
get this bus moving.
get it fucking movement.
still trying to catch her breath.
still trying to catch her breath,
she turned her face to look at him,
Ben, the guests are all here...
- The Tropics Of Cancer, Capricorn And A Smashed Face
Not a crumb of dirt anywhere
we are all alone here and we are dead.
Not a crumb of dirt anywhere
we are all alone here and we are dead.
I am a prophet: more calamities; more death; more despair.
No indication of change anywhere, our heroes have all killed themselves.
We must get in step, a lock step.
Lock step, lock step, lock step, lock step.
- This Charade Has Lasted Well Past The Curtain's Fall
It's curtains for universality, the applause has faded away, and with that damp musty smell, we're left staring at days, hours, weeks, of irreductible silence stale.
The record skips repeating itself again. Broken. The record skips... it's sunday afternoon and we're left with the wind blowing through the cancer-ridden heart of this ghost town.
The parade's over, everyone's gone home.
The record skips, the record skips, the record skips.
- With Horses In Her Eyes, She Spat Like A Wildcat
she took the whip,
tried to give him a cut across the face,
she spat like a wildcat...
her eyes were icy blue as he fell to the ground,
eyes filled with ice, she spat like a wildcat.
get going cowboy... to those horses you think so much of,
get going cowboy... to those goddman horses you think so much of.
get going cowboy.