Green Corn

Green, green, green corn. Green, green, green corn.

Coming to terms with reconstruction.

No depression, no depression.

Like a scene from Dario Argento,

milk and honey, milk and honey,

in the deep, dank tarn.

Dig me up from the dirt in your mind and

we'll lie in the green grass and dead leaves,

and we'll let the bugs crawl on our skin.

Let me in, let me in, let me in.

Green, green, green corn. Green, green, green corn.

Got Cool Hand Luke's plastic Jesus.

Dissident, dissident.

Windmill still in the deep, dank tarn.

Dig me up from the dirt in your mind and

we'll lie in the green grass and dead leaves,

and we'll let the bugs crawl on our skin.

Let me in, let me in, let me in.

Monochrome

Got a blue velvet gun.

Got a hair-trigger love

straight out of '41, covered

in monochrome. I take the fall

for you, like a sap.

 

It's a double double-cross.

My femme fatale lying there

in satin, she's covered in monochrome

and will everlast.

 

I'm covered in monochrome and

will everlast. I'll take the fall

for you, like a sap.

Chrysalis In Doubt

Don't let me down.

Get touched once and you're falling on the ground.

Give back what's been taken.

The love that you have made in

bed, so soft, so tender.

You said you'd never love again.

This time I'll give in and give again to you.

Just don't let me down.

Chrysalis, a chrysalis in doubt.

All grown up, but don't want to go out.

You are freshly hidden.

It's a perfect fiction that you are safe and sound.

You said you'd never love again.

This time I'll give in and give again to you.

Just don't let me down.

Blue Fairy Syndrome

The word's here. It's coming in pure digital.

White brilliant light, long white fingers touch my face.

Clarity's lost.

There's no erasing me.

The blue bird's still chasing me,

horrifically beautiful.

An acrid wish. Things won't ever be the same.

White brilliant light 'til the stars sputter out.

Don't tarry.

There's no erasing me.

The blue bird's still chasing me,

horrifically beautiful.

It's the blue...it's the blue...it's the blue...

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.