Saturnine

Come away.

Come away.

Life's a pair o'dice.

Can't rely.

Can't rely.

There's no truth only sides.

Saturnine. Saturnine.

You won't be here this time.

Merrily, merrily gently down the stream.

A rhyme without reason, 180 degrees and

after-touch and after-thought about you.

Saturnine. Saturnine.

The bath tub is running over.

Saturnine. Saturnine.

I can't give way, I won't give way this time.

Samurai Seven

Sue, she is my girl. “An orange dressed man,” Darren said,

“is coming through the door.”

Listening to jazz. Minutes go by like

dragonflies on a pond, on a summer day.

Green. Tease me. Watching out for god, zillions

of stars in my western sky.

My samurai seven saves the day.

We'll go out at five and we'll sigh, “ahh...”, nor at all.

A hero she might be, in an amazing Kurosawa dream,

like dragonflies on a pond, on a summer day.

My samurai seven saves the day.

Something's Gonna Fall

I never said it would be easy.

I never asked you to please me,

but I don't want to say goodbye,

I don't want to say goodbye.

They told me that you'd be a live one,

precocious “One-Zero-Zero Proof”,

but I don't want to say goodbye,

I don't want to say goodbye.

I never thought it would take this long

and you always knew the wrong would go wrong.

I know something's gonna fall right now.

Something's gonna fall.

A confidently tripping-up sensation,

a compass full of separation,

but I don't want to say goodbye,

I don’t want to say goodbye.

I never thought it would take this long

and you always knew the wrong would go wrong.

I know something's gonna fall right now.

Something's gonna fall.

Right now. Sometimes luck is all you have.

Right now. Sometimes you've gotta let 'em roll.

I never thought it would take this long

and you always knew the wrong would go wrong.

I know something's gonna fall right now.

Something's gonna fall.

Downside Sweetheart

I just want to make you happy.

I just want to make you smile,

but I was in a real bad way and

at every turn I turn up. Turn up.

Strange, that I consider the monster

when everything comes to push. Shove.

It never works out right for the downside,

the sweetheart of everything strange.

A glory badge made to break and built to fall,

just your standard issue self-sabotage. Sabotage.

It never works out right for the downside,

the sweetheart of everything strange -

that I feel destiny is out to kill me,

that my limit has fell asleep at the wheel.

At the top of my lungs I say “YEA!”

At the top of my lungs I say “YEA!”,

making the mistakes I need to make.

It never works out right for the downside,

the sweetheart of everything strange.

Up in Amsterdamn

Crawl inside my head, I'm up in Amsterdam.

Red Ophelia in waiting after ten.

Seen the sign “Dutch Moonshine”,

feeling dandy at Dampkring.

Kamikaze bikes, blurring past me.

Bittersweet, I've just got to be up in Amsterdam.

Come on.

Took the afternoon and spent it visiting Vincent.

Down the masthead, down the Amstel, slowly.

Tolerance supreme, all hail to the North King.

Smiling smack sirens sing, “let the wrecking begin!”

Bittersweet, I've just got to be up in Amsterdam.

Come on.

I Need Antibiotics

You are here. Hang up and try again.

Walk don't run, push don't pull. They

say cancer cures smoking, cancer cures smoking.

I write this song to take out the trash,

detectors and disinfectant. The number

you have dialed has been disconnected,

disconnected.

I'm O.K. if you're O.K.

I need antibiotics.

Marleen and Joe forevah. Hang up

and try again. Make sure to

cross the “I’s” and damn the “me's”

and wave to the camera, wave to the camera.

I'm feeling a little bit dirty, "quite contraire”, they say

in small circles. I'm feeling a little bit

feverish, like a raging car fire that

everyone stops and stares,

and this cough won’t go away.

I'm O.K. if you're O.K.

I need antibiotics.

Happy Accidents

Uneasy does it. Every little bit in your hungry

life has up and gone wrong. But there you

are, standing in your Sunday best,

took a rocket ride to the sun.

There will always be someone to take you down.

There will always be someone to get you out.

Climax a bit harsh, imagining the making

of a plastic love that'll last forever.

Still wide awake, and can’t seem to shrug off

the patron saint of disinformation.

There will always be someone to take you down.

There will always be someone to get you out and

there will always be happy accidents.

Marsha, Queen of Diamonds

She wears lipstick like bugs on a windshield,

everything to wear, but no where to go.

Nothing will stop her hate helicopter,

a swift love, a new low.

Are your ears burning?

Breaks the tape with extreme personal danger.

Armed to the teeth with her salvation maker.

She's gonna live forever.

She's Marsha, Queen of Diamonds.

Gushing to glow,

she knows she's a reason.

Crystalline glow,

she's six sheets to the wind.

She's Marsha, Queen of Diamonds.

Orange Peels Are Sexy

Orange peels are sexy

like words; amor y leche.

Yea, boom like that, IPECAC

does the trick.

It's so nice to meet you.

Pretty as a picture.

Yes, a post-industrial,

pre-combustible, post-coital girl.

Straight out of nowhere, you,

you beautiful mess.

Orange peels are sexy

like words; amor y leche.

Yea, boom like that, IPECAC

does the trick.

And So It Began

Don't you look so sad!

I won't let it be a drag.

I've got dynamo in can

...and so it began.

Soon we'll sleep, and then we'll dream,

despite our ADD,

...and so it began.

Just you remember who and what you are.

No one ever got love from a star.

Holding on to you in the boiling sea,

wondering what you're thinking about me,

a grip that never seems to get worn out.

But don't you look so sad!

'Cause I'm gonna take away the low,

like crime and Serpico,

...and so it began.

In these days of no believing,

at least I tried to odd the even,

...and so it began.

Just you remember who and what you are.

No one ever got love from a star.

Holding on to you in the boiling sea,

wondering what you're thinking about me,

a grip that never seems to get worn out.

But don't you look so sad!

Halogen

As aftertaste as you can get,

how soon we lose,

how soon we forget

Halogen.

A mellow-drama in this hurricane mind,

pissed, in my bowl-of-cereal life.

Halogen.

Do you remember when things used to be brighter?

Now I'm using fist-to-cuffs like a street fighter.

Didn't want to get put in the ring.

Don't want to be a king or a queen

just Halogen.

Do you remember when things used to be brighter?

Now I’m out on a Saturday night despite her.

Return. Return.

Don't be sympathetic.

No need for an anesthetic.

Not an island to myself.

Do you remember when things used to be brighter?

Now I'm using fist-to-cuffs like a street fighter.