Build with stone
Write with script
These things will last
Kill the king
Start a cult
These things will last
It's what's left over
When your life has passed
Ritual
And artifacts
Plant your fields
Farm your crop
These things won't last
Count your days
Live your life
These things won't last
It's what's left over
When your life has passed
Bones and ash
And maybe, some of your trash
Monday, June 24, 2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
Brick Wall Blues
My life has been
On auto-pilot so long
I forgot where I was going
With this joke
Lately things have been kind of chaotic
But I’m in the same place nearly every single day
Getting hit in the face by that punch
Line
It feels like a setup
But the rhythm’s all wrong
And in comedy, timing is
Everything
Comedy is history
Played in reverse
Yes comedy is history
Played in reverse
I’m dying up here
In front of this brick wall
A firing squad
And an exposed brick wall
It’s funny when it happens
To somebody else
But we both know exactly
What I’m talking about
And it’s funny, you know
That the funny thing is
That it never
Turns out to be funny
Comedy is history
Played in reverse
Yes comedy is history
Played in reverse
On auto-pilot so long
I forgot where I was going
With this joke
Lately things have been kind of chaotic
But I’m in the same place nearly every single day
Getting hit in the face by that punch
Line
It feels like a setup
But the rhythm’s all wrong
And in comedy, timing is
Everything
Comedy is history
Played in reverse
Yes comedy is history
Played in reverse
I’m dying up here
In front of this brick wall
A firing squad
And an exposed brick wall
It’s funny when it happens
To somebody else
But we both know exactly
What I’m talking about
And it’s funny, you know
That the funny thing is
That it never
Turns out to be funny
Comedy is history
Played in reverse
Yes comedy is history
Played in reverse
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Lyric For LCK
I'm walking the streets of Manhattan
In the rain
Taking pictures of street scenes and people
In the rain
And I'm thinking of you
And where you've gone to
And the things that you do
That make me feel blue
I'm walking the streets of Manhattan
In the rain
People are strange but a dog will always
Be your friend
They speak in a language that anyone
Can understand
And I'm thinking of you
And where you've gone to
And the things that you do
That make me feel blue
People are strange but a dog will always
Be your friend
In the cafe I start feeling old
The breeze from the street brings a shivering cold
The piles of books that are sitting unsold
The coffee that comes out too bitter and bold
So I'm walking the streets of Manhattan
In the rain
Yes I'm walking the streets of Manhattan
In the rain
In the rain
Taking pictures of street scenes and people
In the rain
And I'm thinking of you
And where you've gone to
And the things that you do
That make me feel blue
I'm walking the streets of Manhattan
In the rain
People are strange but a dog will always
Be your friend
They speak in a language that anyone
Can understand
And I'm thinking of you
And where you've gone to
And the things that you do
That make me feel blue
People are strange but a dog will always
Be your friend
In the cafe I start feeling old
The breeze from the street brings a shivering cold
The piles of books that are sitting unsold
The coffee that comes out too bitter and bold
So I'm walking the streets of Manhattan
In the rain
Yes I'm walking the streets of Manhattan
In the rain
Friday, June 07, 2013
Had To Have You
V1.
You made me wait so long
With all your carrying on
But I had to have you
I couldn't be that strong
To be your tag along
Still I had to have you
C1.
That night
Did it feel right
Or was just a flight
Of my imagination?
You know
That I would stand and fight
If it just might
Get me your invitation
V2.
You had me on the phone
Tryin' to hold my own
But I just had to have you
Did I play the fool
Did I lose my cool
Cause I just had to have you?
C2.
That night
Did it feel right
Or was just a flight
Of my imagination?
You know
That I would stand and fight
If it just might
Get me your invitation
B.
Walk you down the avenue
It's all I could do and I think that you knew
That I just had to have you
C3.
That night
Did it feel right
Or was just a flight
Of my imagination?
You know
That I would stand and fight
If it just might
Get me your invitation
You made me wait so long
With all your carrying on
But I had to have you
I couldn't be that strong
To be your tag along
Still I had to have you
C1.
That night
Did it feel right
Or was just a flight
Of my imagination?
You know
That I would stand and fight
If it just might
Get me your invitation
V2.
You had me on the phone
Tryin' to hold my own
But I just had to have you
Did I play the fool
Did I lose my cool
Cause I just had to have you?
C2.
That night
Did it feel right
Or was just a flight
Of my imagination?
You know
That I would stand and fight
If it just might
Get me your invitation
B.
Walk you down the avenue
It's all I could do and I think that you knew
That I just had to have you
C3.
That night
Did it feel right
Or was just a flight
Of my imagination?
You know
That I would stand and fight
If it just might
Get me your invitation
Wednesday, June 05, 2013
Mutual Interest
Saturday, June 01, 2013
Lee Knight's Dream
Yeah, so I was talking
To Stephen Hawking
He sounded just like the ghost
Of Marc Bolan.
We drove to his house
And he showed me where to park
My car so it wouldn't
Get stolen.
He plugged in his Tele
Straight into the amp
Pedals are for pussies
He said.
Man he sounded good
When he hit that first chord
It was like a choir directly
From God.
We swam in the surf
And we flew over valleys
He showed me cool places
In time.
And he told the body
Is just an illusion
You can go anywhere
In your mind.
There were all kinds of people
Who came to hang out
Edison and Washington
And Thoreau.
And we played rock and roll
Til the sun came up
Cause rock and roll
Is what frees your soul.
Then I woke up
Must have been a dream
But tonight I'm going to plug in my Tele
And make myself free.
And I'll swim in the ocean
And fly through the valleys
And visit cool places
In time.
To Stephen Hawking
He sounded just like the ghost
Of Marc Bolan.
We drove to his house
And he showed me where to park
My car so it wouldn't
Get stolen.
He plugged in his Tele
Straight into the amp
Pedals are for pussies
He said.
Man he sounded good
When he hit that first chord
It was like a choir directly
From God.
We swam in the surf
And we flew over valleys
He showed me cool places
In time.
And he told the body
Is just an illusion
You can go anywhere
In your mind.
There were all kinds of people
Who came to hang out
Edison and Washington
And Thoreau.
And we played rock and roll
Til the sun came up
Cause rock and roll
Is what frees your soul.
Then I woke up
Must have been a dream
But tonight I'm going to plug in my Tele
And make myself free.
And I'll swim in the ocean
And fly through the valleys
And visit cool places
In time.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)