Something Else
I've made a lot of stops all over the world
And in every port I own the heart
Of at least one lovely girl
I've a pretty Seniorita waiting for me
Down in old Mexico
If you're ever in Alaska stop and see
My cute little Eskimo
Oh my sweet Fraulien down in Berlin town
Makes my heart start to yearn
And my China doll down in old Hong Kong
Waits for my return
Pretty Polynesian baby over the sea
I remember the night
When we walked in the sands of the Waikiki
And I held you oh so tight
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Know Your Onion!
Shut out, pimpled and angry
I quietly tied all my guts into knots
Gave up on trying to make them
I figured it take them too long to look up
and besides
It was undeniably clear to me I don't know why
When every other part of life
seemed locked behind shutters
I knew the worthless dregs we all are then
lucked out
found my favorite record
lying in wait at the birmingham mall
the songs that i heard
the occasional book
were the only fun i ever took
and i thought i was making myself
but the trick is just making yourself
but when they're parking their cars on your chest
you still got a veiw of the summer sky
to make it hurt twice when your restless body
caves to it's whims
and suddenly struggles to take flight...
three thousand miles northeast
i left all my friends at the morning bus stop
shaking their heads
"what kind of life you dream of? your allergic to love"
yes i know but i must say in my own defense
it's been undeniably clear to me i don't know why
when every other part of life
seemed locked behind shutters
i knew the worthless dregs we are
the selfless, loving saints we are
the melting, sliding dice we've always been.