Not While The Sun

If it’s not love
It’s life
I crave
And so
Behave
Accordingly
If it’s not life
It’s mine
I’ll waste
But not
Today
Not while
The sun
Is
Shining

Cut That Rug

I really like the Mint Chicks.
And dancing.

The Mint Chicks -- This is Your Last Chance to be Famous My Love

Frontier Talk

I’m but a traveling magician
And you’re conceited with your pain
I can fill earlobes with my frontier talk
Doctors say you’ll never talk again

So you’ll be a great mute
Speechless mouth tongue-tied with city smog
Your graffiti’d arms tell the tale of someone’s fix

So you’ll be a seer
A Cyclops among the zero-eyed
A damn good source for rumors but
It’s too easy for you to fall asleep at night

Oppressive sunny shores haunt your walls from their postcards
A foster home landscape develops in front of your eyes
A damn good excuse for getting shitfaced
My hands on the wheel yet unable to drive

When your voice plays tricks in your throat
When any handsome douchebag can buy your vote
When my mouth moves too slow
To apologize for the things I’ve thrown

Fever (Tremble)

I tremble with a fever that you can't catch
It burns my insides. It keeps me awake at night
But to you it's just a thing of amusement.
You've had it too many times and I'm trying not to lose it.

If the fire goes out I jump into the flames again
If I'm wrong I don't want to know about until too late.
Catch a broken clock with my one good hand.
It's this grit and persistence that I guess you can't stand.

Is it my own fault I'll never be enough?
It's been too long since I last wisened up.

I tremble with a fever that you can't catch
I point out spectacles that you say you don't see
I watch your fickle mirror, improperly refracting light.
It takes everything I got not to die each night.

You help me find excuses to keep hanging on
You're the carrot I know that I will never catch
And I'm the ass still chasing you
And love is the plow that I'm tied to.

You're both the revolution and the aristocracy.
I love you to death but I know you're too good for me.

You're both the judge and the executioner, you see.
You're noble and fair, but you're still going to kill me.

You led me along so many times before.
I'm a handbag dog, cute but disposable
Where would you be if I ever got loose?
Sometimes this leash feels more like a noose.

She laughs too hard and I can feel her lungs
Just a layer of skin away from my palms
Line up your faults and love them like I always do
Take one look at the type of people that I lie to

So It Goes

Kurt Vonnegut: 1922-2007