Rip Reins' Ode (2)

Root Lyrics

Triggering Towns

Verses:

When the blues start traveling
You strike out for the triggering towns to the North
If the truth is too withering
Don't lie down with her graceless shape forlorn
If the trees in your darkest mind start to flame in the night
You can still try to dream

If the tide is ripping you adrift from a slip
Between raucous and wasted wharves
There's a wavelength where sanity's boatswain can save you
But don't raise your mast in a storm
On the sea, on a darkling night, phosphorescence may soothe you
By the light of the moon

If the grey sky's tainted your days and your thoughts
Seek the light like a graveyard cross
If this old town's pattering prophets enrage you
Take flight like the birds aloft
Drop you seeds on a windy night when the summer's calling
Let the world do it's work


Middle:

Cut away now to your truest face
Don't fade now, it's too late in the day
Take the stage now with your truest visage
You're safe now, you'll be OK

Fall in now with you selfsame drummer
The beating heart that you know
Fall in now with a marching cadence
You know just where to go

You know...

Simple Simon

Verses:

I've got a crazy partner
I should not pretend that I do not know
He's got a crazy heart
And he's killing me behind the door

And I'm in no position
To pretend that I do not know
He is not forgiven; if he says he is
Then it's all a show

Man. I've got a creepy feeling
He's got an appetite I do not know
He's gone voracious starkers
And the only thing he wants is more

And there is no derision
That could knock him from the high he's on
He's says he's gonna mainline freely
That he's tired of laying low

He's says there'll be no division
Let my dendrites be tenterhooks
I keep a noble fire
Like that one from so long ago


Chorus:

Simple Simon understands:
Childhood's a broken teacup.
Simple Simon understands:
What you do. Life is like a racetrack


Middle:

You say you can't understand
Why I would live my life that way
With hair and clothes of a transient
That I could never make that pay

I could never be the architect
I could never understand the plan
But I don't want to have an argument
I don't want to call down your wrath


Last words:

So I proselytized on the bus.
Everything I got, everything I got.

Demos: Death of War Prophet / geology blues

Death of War Prophet -- lyrics.





Geology Blues -- lyrics.

shapes of 3

Hollis lives upstairs in the stable;

says he's a Houyhnhym

That's not funny

He's on the run from his Masters

And if he's caught, they'll skin him

That's not funny

He hates Led Zep and The Beatles

Because he wasn't in 'em

That's not funny

Ah, the shapes of yesterday

Not for nothing

But it all runs away

Like blood. Or water

Or blood in

water

***

I've got a crazy partner

I should not pretend that I do not know

He's got a crazy heart

And he's killing me behind the door

And I'm in no position

To pretend that I do not know

He is not forgiven; if he says he is

Then it's all a show

Man. I've got a creepy feeling

He's got an appetite I do not know

He's gone voracious starkers

And the only thing he wants is more

And there is no derision

That could knock him from the high he's on

He's says he's gonna mainline freely

That he's tired of laying low

He's says there'll be no division

Let my dendrites be tenterhooks

I keep a noble fire

Like that one from so long ago

***

Childhood is as a broken teacup.

creepy eating blues

got to get some:

carrot cake

chicken fried steak

shake and bake

pork loin

pork shoulder

pork rub

I want you

to rub my

pork

the compulsive mind

wants to:

salivate

masticate

penetrate

venerate

degenerate

anything but wait

I can't wait

I have

to have

you

sticktoitiveness

you need the sticker in the guts,
the pot boiler, the flying vaseline, excelsior,
so: maybe you have learned to hang
a bit more chevalier

but woof. yow. the scullery.
the galley. and I just keep looking
out the window. just keep looking
at the sun outside splicing cool and chill

on the air. I want
to get
out
there; dig?

who

Ambrosia: tactics spent and burnt
Tacitus said because they didn't know better
they called it Civilization
when lo it was part of their slavery.

I can dig that. Like I can dig
obsidian eyes lambent in dopamine
swirling above the stage
In glittering synesthesia

Who could sustain one thought
For all eternity?
Who would?
You know who.

You know.

the good stuff

always want a word like "byzantine"
moutharchitecting some chattery flowchart
pitch simmering thought miasma
and yet the good stuff
is like

prairie face (never)

(Goiterneck
Sludgefoot
Melontesticle
Billowcaul

A billowing call...

Broken feet
Mendax...Mendacitor!

That's what they called him
(that's what they called me)
That's what they called him
(yeah that's what they called me)

Moonshine traveler
Insanity cousin, chainsmoking
Gluehearted
Bellyshaved

Fool and Ghoul Broker
of Most Warped Mendelism!

That's what they called him
(that's what they called me)
That's what they called him
(yeah that's what they called me)

(yeah)
(yeah yeah yeah)

I make a soft pillow
From whatever I can get...
I make my highwayside offerings
From wherever I can stand...

NEVER

Hell. What?
I know it makes no difference to you
(You’re the outsider)
What I do
(You’re the outsider)

So I, I’m just content to sit
(You’re old)
With my old hands composed
(Not composed)
Over this plate and wait and feel
If you’re gonna weigh back to where you came…
(Never)

I’ll take a small triumph from whatever I can get
(Can’t get much)
I can hear the cars out
I can hear the cars out on 96
Where you going?
I know it don’t bode well for you
Looking to get your kicks
(Already got them, honey)

Oh well.
(Learning to love them kicks)
Guess I’ll shit-kick out of here.
(Ah, yeah)
No one gets out of here alive.
I know you’ve heard that before, too.

But hey....

new day

the world is full of sin and mordant depravity.
and human beings are ludicrous apes. now
this is the first thing you say upon waking.
and you know it not to be true. what is true?
true means level. you say a beam is true,
or a cut, or person. you say they are true blue

now you want to go walking outside and there are leaves
on the ground and they are many as the people are many
they plummet, twirl and cluster as do the people?
what a shitty metaphor. well, you try. but have you been?
I am now. Oh I surely am now. but you know what that Great
Man said about trying

the morning is full of light of one kind or another. I say now
that there is no sinister light, not the moon certainly, I don't know
maybe if you were looking down into a volcano
perched on the rim like a carapace
or I guess I mean parapet
but carapace is interesting,
interesting that that would have occured to me to say
because I think I have none

well this is all but for dithering

but. here is an idea: