Archive for January, 2012

monday’s child is fair of face,

so they say.

you move me anyway,

like spring moves the river,

and you bust me up

laffin at the crazy shit you come up with.

behind your glasses, girl,

you’re like some hooker librarian,

workin weird magic on me, baby,

like a seventh generation gypsy.

monday’s child is fair of face,

so they say…

and your face just ain’t fair, what it does to me

anytime i look your way.

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for K, the coolest waitress at The Egg Explodes diner.

puppy peed the rug again,

so i hadda run to  7-11 for paper towels.

was thinkin, hurry up, line,

before it soaks in good.

two dickheads in front of me start in snickerin…

they lookin at the first person in line,

with the straight black hair to there, longer than mine.

holy shit, says one,

it’s a dude!

he’s prettyyyyyyy, and they laffin it up.

he’s funnyyyyy, and they can hardly stand up.

i know that guy.

seen him at meetings, he’s got a year and a half.

he’s native, and grew his hair as a power sign.

after a minute, i get my paper towels and

start out home to the puppy pee.

two guys are laid out next to the overturned trash barrel,

and they bleedin good.

ain’t nice but

i thought it was pretty funny.

sing

Posted: 01/20/2012 in house of music

smoke across the spot light,

chili pot of voices, see no faces,

i fidget stage right, tap my foot from nerves.

apple is out there, pluggin in, turnin on,

messin with the microphones.

jake looks my way and alls it takes

is a nod and a smile;

he twirls a stick and starts a beat…

bass shakes the stage and it’s

alive beneath by boots,

then it’s me, walkin out there,

neon bright,

i sweep my hair back and step up,

uncoiling like a snake and I

let everything i feel, everything i can’t speak,

every animal in the zoo up from the

middle of me and i scream,

“bay city, are ya ready?!!!”

they are, and i

sing for em like we was all born for it.

maybe it dint happen

just the way that i said…

does that mean you have to treat me

like i don’t exist?

like i’m dead?

maybe i wasn’t everything

you hoped i would be at the start…

but does that mean you have to believe

that I have no tears

and have no heart?

baby, i have always loved you

and i never lied, i swear…

the truth is, all i want in the world

is to see you still standing there.

maybe i went wrong again

maybe i’ll never know how to be…

maybe you’ll walk away and never know or care

that you mean everything

to me.

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for Marian’s music prompt (Tom Waits) at Real Toads.

“Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis” was written by Tom. Sung here by Maria Tecce.

crazy fame

Posted: 01/12/2012 in house of crazy, house of music

if you’re goin nowhere

circlin the drain

have a big hit song

gitcha crazy fame.

no more stupid job

no eatin gravy train

have a big hit song

gitcha crazy fame.

crazycrazycrazycrazy

everybody knows my name

crazycrazycrazycrazy

gimme crazy fame.

get a big stretch limo

and get real drunk

get a big ole himbo

keep him in the trunk.

crazycrazycrazycrazy

everybody knows my name

crazycrazycrazycrazy

gimme crazy fame.

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Please check out my interview at real toads!!!

snow globe

Posted: 01/08/2012 in house of crazy, house of weather

snow globe…

is there somethin wrong,

somethin wrong

with kitsch?

and i keep thinkin

you just got to warm up…

is there somethin wrong,

somethin wrong

with this?

snow globe,

it’s snowing on the inside

snowing on the inside.

i got time to stand around

til somebody shake me

wake me

out of this coma.

and i keep thinkin

with my little plastic brains,

that you just got to get

got to get

a whole lot warmer.

(don’t you?)

snow globe

is there somethin wrong with kitsch?

it’s snowing on the inside

snowing on the inside…

is there somethin wrong

somethin i don’t see, that’s wrong

with this?

oh baby, before I metchoo

i was watchin judge judy all alone

smearing red polish on nine of my toes

i was fucked up baby

but then i met you at the quik snak mart

and now you occupy

occupy

occupy my heart

and i’ll never let the cops smash your brains in

i fucking love you baby.

you make me happy as hell every day

like a circus of love fleas dancin on a stray

gimme more

gimme more

come right in the door and we’ll

watch judge judy together,

oh fuck yeah.

i was nobody, baby

but you made me the crazy cat lady of love

and every day i want more

just leave your shit on my floor

you sent me head over heels when you

perved my ankles on the stairs.

you shed your coolness on my sofa

and made me

the crazy

cat lady of love.

fuckin right, oh baby lalalala dig it.