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Lies
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East Coast Girl
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Light Snack
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Why Not Tonight?
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The Archeologist
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sister do you remember that man in the hat
with jellyfish eyes who would visit the flat
had business with father
and never would bother to answer our questions?
i think that he frightened the cat
he was a troubled archeologist,
trying for tenure he got dissed
and his funding went to other projects
because his thesis was a flawed mess.
i saw him last night in a dream
and invented a history for him
i saw his whole life story
i dont know how, but i saw his boyhood
and dont ask me how but i witnessed his future as well
he was a strange one, even as a child
what we'd now call autistic, was then known as wild
he was a problem at st. peters we are told
his antics and frequent incidents got old
how often he'd offend the priest
and mock and demean the archdiases
he wouldnt say grace and he wouldnt sing songs
somehow he was convinced
that his whole existance somehow proved god wrong
as a young adult he questiond his beliefs
was he a key player or comic relief?
his judgment came in middle age
he's delivered a list of his faults on a page
i see his silohuette as his life unravels
a court room is filled and i hear a gavel
you'll flip for success but you are a flop
your whoring offends every raindrop
your sense of direction's severely unsound
your indolence implies your imphood
this evidence indicates youve come unwound
he steps forth to deliver his defence
courtroom, i implore you, ladies and gents
the first words that emit from his shriviling brain
addressed to existence began to complain:
in this society i strive to find
a philosophy i can proudly claim mine
my expedition i try to sustain
in this desert of madness a small grain of sane!
this site is exhausted, theres no doubt about it
ive found the hyrpolyphics indecipherable
and my research has proven moot
weve run out of coffee, we cant function without it
and the assistants are running off with the loot
i need no further convincing your honor
i winced through his whole testimony- i agree hes a goner.
this panel attests unanimously
that these lyrics confirm singlehandedly
the state of his insanity; how long he's lost humanity.
i know what ive described, no one would call pat
but his future is even bleaker than that
I see a transient drifter easing in and out
the sea breeze bar sleazing about
with a salvaged cigar between his lips
and a shake in his hands and an ache in his hips
a crooked hyena in the urban jungle
through the barstools he will stumble
across to the juke box and curse
that his favorite songs arent rehearsed
he mumbles some titles under his breath
an address, then mentions a woman named beth
arcane songs only he'd understand
maybe the dreams of an addled old man
bruised, buried, brisk and brusque
and buckets upon truckloads, upon craters of cliche.
wandering the streets with a smell of decay
he soul is tethered to this world i'm afraid
after others have gone his spirit will stay
cant go to hell something's in the way
unfinished business
unpaid mechanics
and unscrubbed dishes
he'll haunt the academy agaisnt his choice
sometimes students will hear his voice
in this society i strive to find
a philosophy i can proudly claim mine
my expedition i try to sustain
in this desert of madness a small grain of sane!
this site is exhausted, theres no doubt about it
ive found the hyrpolyphics indecipherable
and my research has proven moot
we've run out of coffee, cant function without it
and the assistants are running off with the loot
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William H Macy
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