On the verge of extinction
in a world out of control
she shaves off all her hair
To become beautiful and bold
environmentally friendly
furniture for the home
your kitchen aid is ready
a conservator over the phone
having a beer with britney spears
taking a stab back at rehab
deterrence against file swappers
tethered by copyright control
brainwashing without water
the fluids strip away at her soul
having a beer with britney spears
taking a cab back to rehab
What do you say?
What do you say?
What do you say, babe?
What do you say?
What do you say?
What do you say...
how bout you kick me over one of those kools?
moving a small black rock
from one place to another
design is everything
commercially constrained smother
having a beer with britney spears
taking a cab back to rehab
Britney's on fire
better throw her in the water
Britney's on fire
better throw her in the water
Transit Monster (Earth Day 2012)
Transit monster
Taking me nowhere
Wasting all my energy
On this transit monster
Propane burner
I can't get it in my head
It was something I just read
About my transit monster
The Beautiful slobber
Transit monster
Taking me nowhere
Wasting all my energy
On this transit monster
Ozone spoiler
You, I, We,
Drive along the coast
The top down
The wind in you hair
You make me feel
Like I'm real
And it holds me down
To the ground
Transit monster
Taking me nowhere
Wasting all my energy
On this transit monster
Ozone spoiler
Einstein was right
Mass equals energy
Einstein was right
A million years from now
When we're all under ground
They'll dig us up
And wonder why
We were so loud (such clowns)
We put our theories to the test
But we seem to know
The Implications of
what is inevitable
With my transit monster
The Beautiful Slobber
Transit monster
taking me nowhere
wasting all my opportunities
Einstein was right
Mass equals energy
Einstein was right
It's All Been Said Before
All this talk of the future
Makes me feel so insecure
Just like looking at a picture
A place that I've never been before
Maybe I'll fly away somewhere
Maybe I'll try harder next year
Maybe I'll understand you
Please don't follow me
All this talk of the past now
Makes me feel so insecure
Just like looking at a picture
I was there long ago
Maybe I'll fly away somewhere
Maybe I'll try harder next year
Maybe I'll understand you
Please don't follow me
It's all been said before
And I heard it all
A thousand times next door
It's all been said
I've heard it all
A thousand times or more
A Simple Definition
Down to its essence
Before you get too deeply into things
We have to go back
Before it's right
within a context
There's a Dream of inspiration
The philosophy behind
You filter the original
Element of space
You're honing in
on the right area
Because of the slowness
Between the coolness
Of messing with a dream
They might hold the key
Down to its essence
Before you get too deeply into things
We have to go back
Before it's right
within a context
There's a germ of perspiration
The philosophy behind
It would be
quite an achievement
To keep the feeling
simple yet complex
Innovative and classic
That'll be the one
A simple definition
Mess It Up, Miss America
She’s soft she’s sweet, She’s a melody
I don't want to mess it up
She came to me a beauty queen from a magazine
I don't want to mess it up
Don't want to mess it up, don't want to mess it up
Don't want to mess it up, too much
It's soft it's sweet it's a memory
And I don't want to mess it up
It came to me, a menagerie, from in between,
Something I forgot to say...
Don't want to mess it up, don't want to mess it up
Don't want to screw it up, too much
And when it comes,
It's a wave that soon surrounds me
Now that it's here,
I can see the verse that's wasted
on a song that always waited
For her love...
Don't want to mess it up, don't want to mess it up
Don't want to screw it up, too much
And when it comes,
It's a wave that soon surrounds me
Now that it's here,
I can see the verse that's wasted
on a song that always waited
For her love...
Don't want to mess it up, don't want to screw it up
Don't want to fuck it up, too much
The Reign of the Part Time Lover
On a day, like any other
I prayed for rain
And a part time lover
This can't be the same
As being insane
When did it change
Denied what was real
And in my heart
I sheltered a flame
Living through the lost weekend
In August of 74
John turned his head to find something there
That He had never seen before
Tiny pictures scratched on a wall
Cultural sources recalled
This is malleable
Into something that's valuable
One hundred feet away was this thing
Over the next building
What the Nixon is that?
What the Nixon is that!
In all the time that it floated there
Nothing to do but stare
Something malleable
Into something that's valuable
Objects in the sky
Objects in the sky
The object changed it's shape overtime
as it rotated and moved in a line
Over the East River
slowly towards the United Nations
The Story of the Late Mr. Elvesham
I set this story down
Not expecting it be believed
So that others may flee
My failure now achieved
He was standing on the curb
His eyes were dull and grey
A pair of shoes to be mended
At a shop down Tottenham Way
It was Friday in Whitsun
A week before he came to a decision
Everything is satisfactory
for Mr. Eden
He smiled and looked at me over his cigarette
I laughed at his exposure of my modest pretense
What a career such a man might have
It fills me with envy to think
how I have accumulated riches
that another man may spend
He laid a persuasive skinny hand
that trembled on my arm
Humming filled my ears with fear
Yet I ignored the alarm
And this night of all nights,
you must drink with me
to celebrate your accession
You won't have long to wait
Not very long
He smiled and looked at me over his cigarette
I laughed at his exposure of my modest pretense
What a career such a man might have
It fills me with envy to think how
I have accumulated riches
that another man may spend
Eden, he never inherited
For on the day before
While crossing the road
He was struck by cab
In front of a store
An old dead body laid splayed out
Between the desk and chair
A mystery that may never be told
The note declared beware
He smiled and looked at me over his cigarette
I laughed at his exposure of my modest pretense
What a career such a man might have
It fills me with envy to think how
I have accumulated riches
that another man may spend
Due to my misfortune
I am prepared to meet my fate