The Devil, Jesus and Me

There’s voices in my head

That will never get out

Just when i think they’re dead

Is when they begin to shout

 

I see things all the time

That arent even there

They’re worse in the nighttime

Like a Satanic prayer

 

In the room is Jesus

But he wont look at me

His passion never seized us

But the devil’s the key

 

The more pills they give me

The crazier i get

They dont hear that you see

But i’m not dead just yet

 

They’re putting thoughts in my head

And i need a tin foil hat

I’m restrained in a bed

And here comes Jesus with a baseball bat

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Crossing

I was staying out of trouble

But you rewrote the rules

And rising from the rubble

Were your necessary fools

 

Youre on my mind as I walk this crooked road

Hiding from seekers of what i have to hide

I cant climb the wall with this heavy load

And I slip and fall back on my side

 

You’re in my heart

But here’s a moat I cant cross

And I’ll never get another start

So I’ll swallow yet another loss

Midnight

U were tall, your hair black as midnight

When we kissed in brown, baroque autumn highlights

As the dead leaves blew in the cold

When we were only eight years old

Holidays

Geese fly south so they wont die

My heart flies east and so will I

Though the highway’s a slurry of sand and dirty snow

My place is always with you so i gotta go

 

The snow’s coming down in Highlandtown

Ice skaters weave and juke and then fall down

In Dundalk the tree’s a hundred feet high

And tomorrow I have to leave you again.   WHY?

The Dark and the Park

Staying here or leaving is the hardest part
Living or dying some night here in bed
Staying safe in the walls of the heart
Or working everything in my head

Lying awake in the dark
The moon’s gaze mocks me
Scary as nighttime in the park
But here in this room i cannot be

So i get dressed in this room
Cussing the things in the dark
Though I might be doomed
I’m gonna walk in the park

Ode to the Beast

Here’s the Scrotum of the opera
Disguised as Jean Valjean
The boxcar he came outta
Spews X Rays on the lawn

The power of Christ compels him
To keep an eye on the Holy Land
In case things there go sour
Things you’d never understand

He says there’s no future
Just a soiled and ruptured past
The present is unsure
And we aren’t meant to last

That drowsy beast is slouching
But the Scrotum’s in the gym
So the beast turns left at Chunking
Away from Bethlehem

Author’s note: For the inspiration for the last verse I am indebted to WB Yeats’ 1919 poem “The Second Coming.”

Country Song

Each day I drive by the house where she used to be
It’s empty, cold and dead inside like me
The window’s bolted tight, a spider web’s on the door
As the dreary summer rain begins to pour

Darlin, you sure fucked me up bad when you left me
I know i cant love a memory the rest of my life
But you see Darlin
My life ended when you walked out that door
So I guess I’ll get my guitar
And write a song called You Broke my Heart so Fuck You

She Aint coming back
And my whole world is black
Aint nobody here
But just me drinkin’ beer

Heavy pedal steel ending