Wednesday, February 28, 2007

the letter N


Net of Nothin'.
Net of Nothing.
Never trimmed my beard, or cut my hair.
Next thing I know-My strings are gone.
No- don't gimme that broken truth.
NO NO NO NO NO KILLING ME SLOOOOWWWW- OH OH OH WOE IS ME, I AM DROWNING IN MY OWN INSANITY!! CAN IT BE THAT MY ANGER HAS POISONED MEEEEEE? AAAAAAAAAAAGHAAAAAHGHAG!!!!!!!
No No No No No No NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!
No No No NO!!! In my domain no one remains in my domain. In my domain under my name no one remaaaiinnssss!
No one can predict where next they will see-
No one can tell where next he will be-
No one could place a name with his face or a thumbprint with his thumb.
Not way away.
Not when its goin oh so slow.
Nothing could solve it, not power or money!
Nothing evil, nothing wrong.
Now because of him it is so clear to see (just like me).
Now I am sad 'cause Sally is gone.
Now I understand.


Now I see how I live and my shortcomings
Now I'm left all alone
Now what about all you?
Now, the Army, Navy , Air Force, F.B.I., and C.I.A.


Monday, February 26, 2007

the Letter C


Can she possibly like Weezer too?
Carbon 245.
'Cause there's a bucket on the world today.
Charcoal burns on my hand and wrist.
Cities on the Sea.
Cities on the Sea.
Come, have a seat.
Congress.
Congress.
Crack me open make it all okay.
Crystals wake me.
Curse all who cower.

Friday, February 23, 2007

The letter J


Jaosh is no man of power, he desires the simple things.
Japanese woman, don’t play that game-
Japanese woman, don’t play that game!
Jenny Wilson won five bucks... why didn't I?
Johnny McFraton got hit by a truck... when will I die?
Judging by the sky and sailboats, wind won’t be a factor here.
Julianne,
Julianne,
Julianne,
Julianne.
Just exact-i-ly.
Just got back from Kameroo.
Just stay away, just stay away.
Just what you tryin to prove?
Just why you chose to go?

Thursday, February 22, 2007

The letter F


Falling till we drown,
Far away from people,
Far away, far and near,
Fell into their back yard.
Fight the fight with an iron fist.
Fire filled the air.
Flooding into my intrument, into my soul.
For a lack of prime allegiance that my self will not debate.
For about thirty years he had been all but known (don’t you know).
For all you slashers,
For every blasted race,
For her, yea!
For him and she and me and you.
For I am surrounded by waves of fire.
For the waves of the sea,
For they have siezed the lesser one!
Forget your lust for glory and gold.
Friar Lewis got a bike... so why can't I?
From east to west,
From morning till night till dark till light till dawn till noon till sun till moon till earth till star till near till far I run and run and see so clearly.

Full blown whitecrest water party.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

The Letter U


Uncle John cryed.
Uncle John screamed.
Uncle John was their dinner that night.
Uncle T to D.
Unstable.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

the letter T


T....I.....M....E.
Take it and take it all.
Tap water-NASTY,
Tap water-NASTY,
Tap water-NASTY,
Tap water-NASTY,
Tap water-NASTY,
Tap water-NASTY,
Tap water-NASTY,
Tap water-NASTY.
Tear up the guitar until it cries.
Telliteumee.
Telliteumee.
Th pressure's building and I donno why.
That bridge is the way out.
That crazy guy's voice will reach.
That don't mean I'm drunk.
That I would scare away the people.
That is my name don't wear it out- just say it: Grinajin.
That night uncle John breathed his last.
That short song.
That Short Song.
That sinful port of Maugustire.
That the whole of the world seems to know my dreams.
That there were quite a bit of mad people coming after he (he he he).
That you're not up to any good.
That's cool.
Thats just a day dream.
That's not all.
That's when that dirty music got a hold on me.
The air wasoing to d cold.
The brave story.
The bright yellow fields and escape from the grunge.
The cheering subsides and
The clouds come down to say their own desire.
The cord was black, it trailed on the floor.
The crocus bloometh and it sends a sweet perfume.
The crowd is dead.
The crusaders were falling like flies.
The day is dead.
The day me guitar fried,
The day my guitar fried,
The day my guitar fried.
The desert is our own sanctuary.
The desert man died for in vain.
The desert, vast and remote, dry and deadly.
The dog who barks first has the lice.
The electricity, the millions of amps.
The gate is closed.
The goblins rushed in with a terrifying shreik.
The ground is aglow with their glimmering eyes.
The group would soon all be jailed.
The lamp was evil, a thing of night.
The last breath out of us they were trying to choke!
The Lost Tribes.
The man who can play the photon guitar.
The milkman rides by lamplight now.
The mists have left me and-
The next day my guitar was fried.
The Octopus,
The Octopus.
The people are the senators of the sun.
The people came the people went until I took the deed.
The people come all,
The people come one,
The people in the street: others perfom in the street and sing of their pain.
The people rose from dusty beds.
The people say "It's bad, you know". The people are a pain.
The people then bagan to shout-
The pick ups gone, my amp had died,
The power filled it to the core,
The rain crashes down in torrents,
The rain pelts down upon me!
The rest of us threw rocks and yelled.
The retro-dragons are at us again!
The scenery is nice, but its always the same.
The sea is rollin' hard.
The sight of eyes on eyes.
The soldiers shouted out to all:
The strings snapped and the guitar clung,
The strings turned orange and the sparks they flew,

They filled my room like a mist of dew,
The sun stood still and the battle comenced,
The sun won’t always be.
The sunset is blood red, but the day is ending now.
The throb of my heart clashed cymbols on my brain.
The times we had are
The viewpoints of this governee.
The War Song.
The War Song.
The way is long.
The wind and trying to guess where he will be is just a waste of your-
The wind is biting at my soul.
The wind is cold.
The wisdom of the heros of Old!
The Workers Union was formed!
The Workers Union was formed!
The Workers Union was Formed!
The workmans wage.
Their cries echoed off the walls.
Them.
Them.
Then I know it won't be so.
Then I thought that I had achieved a supreme immense control.
Then I will know that I'm the greatest, the greatest on the waves.
Then the lords temporal said:
There are fifteen of us left. Two thousand of us lost the battle, can only fifteen win the war?
There is a coin, up on a platform high.
There is a shout of thunder, and all over the place.
There is an echo climbing.
There is no time to linger, wrongs to write and mend.
There must be a plot. What must I sing of? Am I defeated?
There now is so much more I have to say.
There once was a guy who seemed to be a mystery to everyone.
There was a bright yellow streak.
There was a girl out there.
There was a painting in a store.
There were eagles in the air.
There'd be a different song.
There's only one place I will roam.
There's something that reminds me of something else.
These Times,
These Times.
They always knew all the words to the songs.
They always said that I'd be so alone.
They beckon unto me.
They broke us.
They cut you all up.
They failed us.
They have many things to buy.
They have the plan set.
They hurt me to look in them.
They knew what to do.
They lied to me they lied to you....Oh yea!
They never raised the wage of the workmen folk.
They rip you up and rip you down and-
They said "Shoot due' I know it aint coo'."
They said I'd just help in the fight.
They said it just might be allright.
They said they could conquer the land see and air.
They spoke of young Charly and his bout with fame.
They took us.
They yell transfixed by magic chaos in those strings.
They've built an idol in the storm.
Thirty years or more ago a man, he took the wheel.
This bitterness is eating me alive, can't you seeeee?
This has been a hard long year.
This is all I say, on the deserted beach, the desert filled with dry:
"This is my realm and this realm is my own!"
This is our mission, what we must do.
This is the only way we can win.
This is the USA.
This is what I say.
This is what I say, this is the way, don't make me fall.
This is why it must be so.
This mysterious man of mystery.
This uses some weird chords: #1=3rd string, 2nd fret and 4th string, 2nd fret. #2=3rd string, 4th fret and 4th string, 4th fret. #3=3rd string, 5th fret and 4th string, 5th fret.
Those are the things that would occupy my time.
Though I lost my leg,
Though I'm just a namesake scratched in the sand,
Though...three years may not seem like much till I fall, till I fall, down the way
To combat their plan.
To get in side the people's heads?
To grasp a breath.
To see what I could spy.
To sleep under an English moon.
To the craziness he done.
To the lamp by means of electric stung.
To the sight.
To twist them off until they're........
Tonight...allright.
Treasure untold:
Tree Fortress.
Tried to start my car but it growled and moaned.

Monday, February 12, 2007

the Letter E


Eifersucht!
Either your a star or you get cut.
Energy pulses through the plug.
Enterlude:
Every single hour,
Everybody’s getting fit- people having fun with it what will we do next?
Everything I do,
Everywhere I go,
Evrything I wanna say.

Friday, February 09, 2007

the letter S


Seems like time and life.
Senators of the Sun.
Senators of the Sun.
She is a symbol of sad loss of hope.
She is the kind of girl,
She's the oasis clutching my hand.
Shiney face.
Shoot the stars, make the grade.
Show out yourselves of dont be true. AWFUL atr leuj.
-silence-
Slaves of dust and slaves of rust.
Snowman,
Snowman.
Snowman, snowman, carry my pain.
Snowman, snowman, carry my pain.
Snowman, snowman, help this woman.
Snowman, snowman, she’s cursing in Japanese.
Snowman, snowman, stop this woman.
Snowman, snowman, we don’t understand her pain.
So all you gnarley board hogs and you pipe heads and the like.
So Angry Bob looked at Friendly Joe,
So Angry Bod kind of awkwardly stood.
So don't get caught in that video scam or you'll end up like me.
So don't say don't to me.
So I say:
so sad, you see.
So the prophet hath said.
So they buckled on the claw- ready for a cout de etet- Hammerstiens didn’t see.
So they say to me- Don't dry your tears.
So, so can it be that the Earth can feel me.
Some of them got a little bit sick bein’ told what to do (woo woo woo).
Some sing of love.
Some sing of lost love.
Somethin had happened to him, what I don't know.
Something Classical.
Something to numb the lightning's teeth.
Sounds pretty fishy to me.
Spinning down and down.
Standin' on my shoes.
Stay awaaaay, hey hey hey!
Stay awaaaay hey hey hey!
Stay Away!
Still I can feel that I'm under attack.
Still the chords ring out.
Strength.
Strength.
Surf Hardy.
Surf Hardy.
Surfin' all day long.
Surfin' Hardy, Surfin' Hardy.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

the Letter R


Rebellion of broken musicians. These defeated musicians don't believe they are to blame.
Remember Robert- He's the man- and break your nose for him.
Right now he could be anywhere, from Australia to Tibet.
Robert Buck- he done ripped it up
Robert the Buck,
Robert the Buck,
Robert the Buck.
Robotic Okra.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

the letter D


Dad had time to punch one in the cheek, Uncle John was slow and he couldn't run fast.
Dark are the wings.
Darkness clouds me oh so bad.
Day of the Boomerange.
Day of the Boomerange.
Didn't know what to do!
Do you like me? Do you love me? Thats just crazy I admit.
Don’t be that way.
Don’t break me down.
Don’t say don’t.
Don’t shake me down.
Don’t swing at me- I don’t understand.
Don’t you know I’d love to go down where the snow is bright and full.
Don't Be That Way.
Don't be that way.
Don't build cities in the sea or towers in the air.
Don't give a care.
Don't go so far from me, no don't be that way.
Don't run away.
Don't Say Don't.
Don't tell me what to do.
Don't you say I complain.
Dove Anthony,
Dove Anthony.
Dove Antony said we would not see the end.
Dove Antony warned that.
Drink it all while you're still here.
Drink it all while you're still here.
Drink, drink, drink,
Drink, drink, drink,
Drink, drink, drink your share.
Drink, drink, drink your share.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Kill the Dargon

Isaac Arboless had to kill the evil dargon. The dargon was a creature with the power to destroy unknowingly. It was stealthy and quick and sneaky and intriguing and always successful. So Isaac had to kill it. This is what he did: the dargon had been sneaking into the outskirts of Ostro City for a long time. This is where Isaac lived. He had a job writing things down and selling books. Well, every time that Isaac was about to accomplish something really grand, the dargon would come and attack. So he could not go on with his life while the dargon was there, even when it wasn’t there at all. Because it was always there. That’s the trick with a dargon. It is always there, even when it’s not, and even when it is dead, actually. Well, anyhow, the dargon had just struck Isaac when he was about to accomplish something. And he had the last straw. He took a box of book paste and some fine sand, the kind that you get at Seafield, and he mixed the two, then added just the slightest bit of crackle powder, the kind that you can buy at the market on Spry Day. This concoction will blow the dargon to bits. But he could not go alone, so he enlisted the help of his friend the thinker. Æsop Tchai, the unknown great thinker of Abbleseft. Æsop was a faithful friend and he was willing to help kill the dargon. Well, after careful planning, the concoction was ready and it was time to go find the dargon. They are easy to find, because they are bright colored and have a bad odor, but still there is something about them that allows them to sneak up on people all the time. It was a short process to find the dargon, and they discovered it at the base of the mountains to the west of the Ostro City. Isaac went towards the dargon, who began to approach, for if a dargon is approached, it will also approach and there will be a battle. Æsop stood on a rock above the dargon, out of sight, with the concoction. When the dargon was close to Isaac, but not too close, Æsop threw the concoction down upon the head of the approaching dargon, which resulted in a great explosion and a shriek of defeat. The dargon had its brain hemorrhaged. And Isaac just received minor wounds and Æsop got some concoction on his hands, causing a burn and discomfort. But killing thd dargon was a great success and a good idea.

the letter L


L.A. Laundromats.
L.A. Laundromats.
Laboratory bargain brand coke-of-cola!
Life is like a corkscrew:
Live long enough to go somewhere,
Live long enough to go somewhere.
Living in a world that is only 2-D.
Living in a world that's only 2-D.
Living in a world that's only 2-D.
LnsIUBLE.
Lockheart.
Lockheart.
Long ago in a dimension of vagrant insanted...
Look all around theres nothing be blue space,
Look straight ahead theirs nothing but blue space.
Looks like honey.
Love is off the handle. Oh, love is not so sluggish .
Loveish Sluggish.
Loveish Sluggish .

Monday, February 05, 2007

the Letter O


Oasis.
Oasis.
Ode to Partyo the Dnner,
Ode to Partyo the Dnner:
Of a distant star;
Of a million new faces from morning till night;
Of all the creatures that have dwelled out on the waves;
Of Butre' Yoshomati;
Of every single day;
Of running around the world and beeing a confusing mystery;
Of the mountain, the pillars of the earth;
Of the time that flies;
Of the worlds remote adamant foundations.
Office atmosphere is bad.
Oh peace, with black and yellow and brown and white and red and the other sthoohoopid people.
Oh, the switch was to my RIGHT.
Oh, why did Sally lose my car keys? Buy car keys and all that.
Oh yea!
Oh yeah they're evil!
Oh, these times!
Ok OK OKhey.
On an island thats called Sicily.
On which side will you stand?
One.
Only in England,
Only in England,
Only in England,
Only in England,
Only in England,
Only in England, yea.
Only in England, yea.
Only in England, yeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Only you are for me now. Its over now its only you.
Only you can knock me crazy with yourself and your own ways.
Only you can see me sleeping when I drive along my days.
Only you, no other one.
Or so I'd like to see.
Or so we say.
Or we can spit in each other's face.
Or you can go to the beach.
Others of blood and slash: others have a painful violent life.
Our eyes met- oh did they really? My heart made my stomach quake.
Our scimitars in our hands, chasing after-
Our wage was restored.
Ours is the high and lonely way,
Out there on the ragin' sea.
Out there on the sea I know I am not alone-
Over the watery dunes.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

The letter P


Pa Charley shoved his plate away.
Pain pierces my heart.
People in an orange holocaust: they are lost and confused.
People that you love so dearly.
Photon Guitar Hero.
Photon Guitar Hero.
Pickled Custard in your tea.
Pipeliner is callin' me.
Place I never want to go.
Play the strings on fire 'till they burn and die!
Play this planet outta the sky!
Playing our Theme Song!
Please please say today.
pongi pongi pongi pongi pungi po!
Product of Science: Pulsing up the lamp, across the rug.