Bakersfield

I cut my face leaving this city

on the sharpest words I think I ever did speak

Now, I don't mind apologies all the time

But I swear I'll never, ever say I'm sorry

We caught a lucky break on Valentines Day

I bought a two way ticket and a hotel where we could stay

Meet me here in Bakersfield, halfway

We could settle down and talk the day away

With no self control,

no question why,

no giving up, 

no saying goodbye

no reason to ever stop

loving you

A stranger called on the telephone

it was a dirty prank played by a local boy

Nothing here interest me except you, my dear

So lets pack our bags and never come back again

But we made love late into the morning

I watched you changing in the mirror

The teddy bear I bought was tossed in the corner

We spilled some red wine and caught it on camera

With no self control

no question why,

no giving up,

no saying goodbye

no reason to ever stop

loving you

No letting go, 

no nights alone

no kiss and run,

except with tongue

no reason to ever stop

loving you

Twenty-First Century

Life can be so scary

especially when you know you're gonna die

wake up and work for hours

at a place you hate, and you're left wondering why

Life can be so stupid

when all the tables turn against you

been building this machine for ages

now it wont work, no matter what you do

My friends are changing

they're folding in on themselves

My family is aging

My memories are fading away

And I just want to be

I just want to be

I just want to be a loose screw

There's no need to be

no need to be

no need to be attached to the rules

Life can be so boring

just nine to five, five and nine, and nine to five again

I don't sleep

No time to dream

I wake up in the middle of the night and scream

I don't eat

I don't drink

I don't think about much

I just look around for the next available do-hah

Is it a problem

Or is it a solution?

I got problems

I need a revolution

Twenty-First Century

Twenty-One centipedes

The coins for your laundry and you

are the same thing

Rerun

He's a B-flat whole tone scale kind of guy

who wouldn't know it lest he tried

Never really touched the keys with feeling

until he pressed them next to me

He picked a grand D5 out of the list

A flabby kick, a tight snare, and ride

sequenced them with clever whim

laughing at this silly song

A few suggestions here and there like

subract the sounds as they rerun

shape the length of the pattern clip

and remember to press the song button

Flew the coop, leaving the nest behind

Sped up across the twenty-four

heard the call of our stomachs growl

Seeking provisions wrapped in flour