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Untitled

by

Skinny

Poison in a love spoon, it's how you cure my world.
I'm running out of energy, ..then you'll see the real me.
I'll re-establish discipline, before I hit the road again.

Livin' on a shoe string. Frugal to a fault.
Join me for a cocktail?-make you listen to me rail.
Quote Marx,. Kafka,. verbatim. Then back on the road again.

Talkin' up a blue streak. Burnin' down my lines.
Now you're fuel! Now you're food! Now you're in the right mood...Uptown love, to downtown sin. Then back on the road again.

New towns leave me breathless. Wish upon a bar!
Double scotch and water.. You?.. you'll do,.. but you're not her!
-walking down a new street, somehow feels like home.
Our first day is our last night, so, take my hand and squeeze it tight.
Can't remember where i've been... 'til I'm back on the road again.


both

by

Skinny

You smiled at me,I took it wrong.
I took it seriously. Occasionally it comes along, it shows its face. Lack of sincerity.
We are the best, the damned and the blessed.
Oh..? We can be both. We're hot and cold.

You laugh at me, my guts sink. I call it insecurity.
So callously, did you ever think, you'd get tired of hurting me? What's so fucking funny?

We are the worst. We're sacred, we're cursed.
Oh..? We can be both. We're dirt and we're gold.

Our lives.. are a book of dreams, and well, nightmares too I guess. What a beautiful day, I must confess. Full of all kinds of screams. We're stylish! The latest! The smallest, the greatest!
Oh..? We can be both. The guest and the host.

We,.. are a sunshine head, and a midnight mind,..
See? We can be both- I can see that we're blind.

We're a stable pair, and a duo in dispair.
Oh..? We can be both. We loathe and we care.

on the human condition

by

Skinny

my good intentions? a ribbon on my skinny chest
my morality issues? a scratch on my cherry paint
my choreographed reactions, and my unplanned, off-time
deliveries.. all add up to some interesting discoveries..(for me!)

i don't stand up for a lot of things, where maybe it would have made sense.
understate my value, underestimate my worth.
unlimited vision demands you leave a wide berth!
but,.. in the end it's always been my way,
to let,..someone else do all the work, and swoop in for the credit!..haha!

you're sick and tired cliches, have served you well 'til now. i'd throw those fuckers back in your face, but, i'd get busted too somehow,..because-no good deeds go unnoticed,(by mutual suspicion), and definitly ditto on the human condition.
and, qualified judgement, reserved for our irregularities
but laugh, as we allow each other, countless eccentricities

so?
what happened?

when the money ran out we both acted suprized.
niether pointed a finger when we both realized, that the money ran out

she got a job as a hotel chambermaid
me? i poured drinks in the bar
we both came home and put our cash in a jar
we'd saved 2 grand after not too long
i slept late one morning, and it was all gone

my good intentions didnt do a thing for me
but, then again,
i might have done the same to her eventually

Untitled

by

Skinny

Jesus saves!-the puck, from goin' in the net.
When you put Him in goal it's a pretty safe bet.
The pads get stacked and the leather flashes fast,
He's a stand-up tender, like the goalies of the past. Jesus saves.

Jesus saves! I know, cuz I saw Him at my bank.
He was making a deposit although interest rates have sank.
Then,..I saw Him shopping for a car, but I don't He
bought it- cuz I saw Him three days later and He still
hadn't got it. Jesus saves.

Jesus saves on hydro, and electricity.
He's as earth conscious as an evergreen tree.
He just sits on top the water, when He takes a bath.
So really, there's no point in even filling half.

Now,
Jesus saves on fuel, y'know, He finally got that car.
It was late in December, He was driving t'wards a star.
Said He was in a rush, and He had no time to chat,
Then He accelerated smoothly,He never puts 'er to the mat
Cuz Jesus saves!

acumen

by

Skinny

Might jump thru all the hoops, might get all personal.
Wrap the moment 'round the chance,
that I could serve you well.

Swim thru all the muck. Pray for oxygen.
Couldn't get no worse. This is my acumen.

Dance around the truth, wear my mask of faith.
Do you like the way I comb my hair,
the way I shave my face?

Sometimes I get the yips, but there's no riddle.
I won't audition or play second fiddle.

Plow thru all the work, then slog back again.
Couldn't be more real. This is my acumen.

Facts leak from the holes, that are stabbed in the story.
I havn't learned a G.D. thing.
This is my allegory.

Pick all the sickly sweet fruit, trying to find the one.
End up hungry, and alone.
This is my acumen.

suite

by

Skinny

One time, I went to try to rent a basement suite. The landlord who lived upstairs, sounded drunk, and was fighting with his wife while I was looking at the suite. Afterward he asked me what I thought. I said,"It sounds like you want to play the starring role in a movie about jet engines." He never called back.

What I say

by

Skinny

Keep my feelings to myself, never tell you everything.
I know that I said I would, but what I say don't mean a thing.
I act like I'm a visionary. More like a reactionary.
Tally totals, add up sums, wait until my moment comes.

Unpredictable, unstable, and completely inflexible.

I know I offered you my love, said I'd give you anything.
Yes I know that's what I said, but what I say don't mean a thing.

I say I'm a revolutionary, without an itinerary.
Lick my lips, smack my gums, wait until my moment comes.

Unequivical, diabolical, skin and bones, yes, every folicle.

Consistently inconsistant, if you must apply a lable.
I eat like a pig and bring nothing to the table!

Keep my feelings bottled up, never tell you where I've been.
I know that I said I would, but what I say don't mean a thing.

Wet and broke

by

Skinny

We sped thru those demented days. What do you expect?, all set in our ways. We blew the money that actually crossed our hands. A Trump lifestyle, well, at least for the first mile.
When we had a chance, we did our best. It wasn't much, but who'd protest? We pissed all over our own dreams. So when we woke, we were wet and broke.

Fuck the budget, break the bank.
There's our expensive taste to thank.
Dom Perignon, limos, cocaine.
Romantic fools make their own rules.

So empty our wallets, pool our resources,
Circle the wagons, rejoin forces.
Say you love me! I can make you.
I can calm you, bend you, break you.

Bring back romance, bring back hope.
Push it up the steepest slope.
Envite the President, the Pope.
Stone them on the cheapest dope.
Putcher idears on the table.
We can start our own damn lable.
Play it, sing it, write it, rhyme it.
Create our own liberal climate.
Re-establish our old ways.
Speed Back to those Demented Days.
Screw the squeemish, fuck the fickle.
Slap and tickle every nickle.
Screetch the sermon, on the mount.
Halle-lou expense account!

Canadian Love Song

by

Skinny

We just sit quietly, side by side, sipping our drinks. Me, quiet because I'm drunk, and I don't want to eff this up. Her because she doesn't want to look stupid, by saying something stupid.
We'll eventually have to speak and break this strange contract. We know that would put an end to this nonsense.
If one of my friends came over, with bloodshot eyes, and smelly pot breath, I'd look good by comparison. If one of her friends came over, with big eyes and small pointy breasts, I still would't talk.
It's only 11:30, I think too early to leave... so, I'm gonna wait til midnight, and see how she feels.

A 23 year old boy comes up and talks to her; confident and dumb. She responds by turning away from me and quietly talking to him, then standing.
She turns to me and speaks, "I'm going over to the Corona for a while...".-Is she expecting me to finish her sentence? Maybe with ,"I'll join you", or, "I'll see you later".
I stare blankly at her. This is the me she knows...

This is how it feels

by

Skinny

It takes a fine pair, of old tweed covered speakers,
And just enough juice to feed them.
A stack'o'wax on the turntable.
Could this be the night, to trip the light fandango?

She's a young, fun lovin' dance partner.
Extraordinary talent, extraordinary beauty.
But after all, ser-i-ous-ly! Who else could keep up to me?

A dreamy gaze crosses her eyes.
A silky hand, somehow finds mine.
It's cheek to cheek, and sigh to sigh.
A full moon, is the final sign..That this is it..
This is how it feels to fall in love.

..We pray the night will never end.
But as it does, we both pretend,
It's still not late- Just one more dance.
The sunrise can't spoil our romance-
'Cause this, this is it.
This is how it feels to fall in love.

My heart beats up, against my throat,
As you ask me,"Will you help me find my coat?"
I hush my mouth, my lips I seal.
I'd best not tell you how I feel...

So,
Arm in arm, we start so slow.
I guess it's time to get you home.
You ask me not to call 'til three,
I'm deadly tired and that suits me-'cause this is it.
This is how it feels to fall in love.

Funny Movie

by

Skinny

Funny movie, late night, snuggle on the couch.
Kiss a little, touch a little, tickle on the pouch.
Hands are busy, heads are dizzy, little loss of breath.
Eyes are dreamy, hot and steamy. I see you-I know you see me.I see you-I know you see me.I see you and I see you a-

Little later alligator, sneakin' up behind.
Give a nibble, feel a wobble, never don't you mind.
Ain't no foolin',now we're droolin', take it from the top.
Nerves erodin', brains explodin', never gonna stop.
Never gonna stop. Never gonna, ever gonna,
Never gonna stop.

Funny thing, early morn, can't erase this hunch.
Kiss a little, kiss a bunch, couldn't move til after lunch
Spirits raised, eyes are glazed, can't erase this smile.
Kiss a little, kiss some more, kiss until it's almost four

Knees are shakin',hands are quakin','nuff to wind my watch
Slide down, spin around, take it up a notch.
Funny moves,shimmies,grooves don't cha know its all news?
Kiss alittle, touch a little,(gonna need another snooze)

Kinda steep,I'll still leap,I know where your secrets keep
Falls deep, off to sleep, not tonight another peep

In a while crocodile, reveal to me your inner smile...

This is tricky, gettin' sticky. Someone spill a pop?-No?-
I'm a wizard with my lizard. Never! Gonna! Stop!
hey..., c'mere

prime

by

Skinny

I don't need validation, I need sleep.
Don't know where you're comming from, and I don't care.
We've gone too far down the wrong road.

-And this creation, wide and deep,room for two, and
room to spare. We could never do enough for each other.

I can't wait for tomorro, because I can't stand today.
All these things keep stacking up, and they're not going away.
I'm ready to admit it. This isn't any fun.
I look in your eyes and realize, no;
You're not the one...and we're done.

An incessant, numbing, buzzing in my head.
I wouldn't notice the phone or the door.
I was doing cartwheels, the world was mine,..
'til I looked in the mirror and saw something..

Now I can't wait to get out of this place.
I can't stand another one of these days.
Too steep a hill, too tough a climb.
It hits me hard, I'm past my prime.

the whip

by

Skinny

I keep tripping over my tongue.
I guess I'm afraid of you.
I get right sick to my stomache,
When I try to think it through.

I can't go another day like this.
You call the shots, I call it quits.
If I promise I deliver. Draw my bow and empty my quiver.
My eyes are soaked as I walk away.
You stick to your guns-You've got nothing to say.
You stick to your guns and you tighten your grip.
Reality won't touch your trip.

And me:
I keep on tripping over my tongue.
I just thought I'd call you.
I'm so sick of what I've done.
I guess I never thought it through.

I can't go another minute like this,
Without your strength, your presence, your kiss.
I promise, I will be right there.
Drop what I'm doing-no horses to spare.
Whatcha been doin' since I've been away?
You stick to your guns-You've got nothing to say.
You stick to your guns and you tighten your grip.

I see your mouth slowly open, now, here comes the whip...

the whip; reprise

by

Skinny

Here comes the whip, but I've known all along,
that you're not so careful, and you have been wrong.
Since I'm leaving anyway, and I'm in a mood,
I don''t give a damn if I come off as rude.

The eyebrows unravel, a quivering lip.
It's my turn to tell you. Here comes the whip.
First you can't imagine why it happens so fast.
Then you can't remember what you said last.

A sneer can't be hidden, I'm tearing a strip.
You're gonna be ridden,.. here comes the whip.

Here comes the punchline, there goes the song.
No one is infallible. We've all been wrong.
Oh, but you never falter, you never slip.
This might wake you up sweety, here comes the whip.

A flick of the wrist, and a twist of the lip.
I hold nothing back 'til I hear something rip.

The big fish eat the little fish

by

Skinny

Whoever started this new revolution,
Doesn't get what's going on.
By the time you have affected things,
We'll all be dead and gone.

What happened to the old ways-old days?
Heck! Everything was fine.
We went to work, then straight on home-By God
We towed the line!

We put up with lots of shit.
We live from day to day.
The big fish eat the little fish.
It's always been that way.

So he says,"You're marryin' muh daughter!"
I says,"Buddy, kiss my ass!"
He beat me to a mealy pulp,
Then a trembling, quivering mass.

The big fish eat the little fish.
It's always been that way.
The big dog chases 'round the cat,
Every God damned day.
You think you'll make a difference?-You wish!!
The big fish eat the little fish.

"Now,.. Am own ask the questions, since,
You're bringin' a baby inna mah famlee!
Do You Think You Understand?-No?
Repeat after me."

The big fish eat the little fish.
It's always been that way.
The big dog chases 'round the cat,
Every God damned day.
You think you'll make a difference?-You wish.
The big fish eat the little fish.

We put up with lots of shit.
We live from day to day.
The big fish eat the little fish.
It's always been that way.
The big dog chases 'round the cat,
Every God damned day.
You think you'll make a difference?-You wish!!
The big fish eat the?..Little fish!! Right?..
Riiight.

prate

by

Skinny

I Am, The, Encyclopedia of Misinformation,
of Disinformation.
Good stock and good breeding, still, very misleading.
Misrepresented, missed my niche, missed the point,
when you were mine.
Now it's leaked, spilled the beans,
I'm such a geek, broke at the seams, broke at the bank,
broke the record, broke the mold,
No one to thank, no one to blame.
Nobody left to try to tame.

Y'know?.. I'd lie to you, but, your'e not listening

I Am, The, Dictionary of Misinterpretation,
of Thought Negotiation,
subliminal, and otherwise, on every level,
Recognise, that black is black, and little white lies,
will take you back, an exercise that should be learned
Right now! At once! The books been burned, and it's been
months, the little pub, where we first met, has locked
the doors, unhealthy threat. The beer was cold, but,..
politics? Hot as hell-an easy fix, the beer was cold, the girls were hot-A round good wench! Forget-me-not!
Those were the days, as these are now-A round dear lass!
-And fast-And how!

Just one more, it's getting late, but,
How I prattle, blab, and prate!
The mugs are tall and cold and glistening, y'know?
I'd lie to you, but your'e not listening

Best Seller

by

Skinny

I've got a New York Times best seller, trapped in my head.
A 22 year old model, never comes to bed.
I've got illusions of grandeur, unfocused and unsure.
A handful of lottery tickets,
So I might be a millionaire.

I could shut my eyes, really, really tight.
Pretend that everythings alright, but,
I take things way too serious, and,
Move from scared to furious.

I've got a 200 icicle temperature,
So I'm bettin' on a slow night.
I've got a New York stlye headache,
From a lazy-ass pen that just won't write.
I've got a mild case of hangover.
I can actually hear my hair grow.
I have the appitite of 3 men,
And run a Very, Heavy, Show.

But.
My supersonic alibis, no match for my bionic lies.
Your hands squeeze 'round my sweaty throat.
Was it something I said, maybe something I wrote?

My eyes caress an empty bar,
It's kinda cold, and kinda far.
I ask the waitress,"Walk you home?,
I can't go to mine, and I know your'e alone."
A sympathetic downcast glance,
Lets me to know, I've have no chance. So,
I slowly slog off to my place.
Can hardly wait to see your face.

But.
My supersonic alibis, no match for my bionic lies.
Your hands squeeze 'round my sweaty throat.
Was it something I said, honey, something I wrote?

Best Seller

by

Skinny

I've got a New York Times best seller, trapped in my head.
A 22 year old model, never comes to bed.
I've got illusions of grandeur, unfocused and unsure.
A handful of lottery tickets,
So I might be a millionaire.

I could shut my eyes, really, really tight.
Pretend that everythings alright, but,
I take things way too serious, and,
Move from scared to furious.

I've got a 200 icicle temperature,
So I'm bettin' on a slow night.
I've got a New York stlye headache,
From a lazy-ass pen that just won't write.
I've got a mild case of hangover.
I can actually hear my hair grow.
I have the appitite of 3 men,
And run a Very, Heavy, Show.

But.
My supersonic alibis, no match for my bionic lies.
Your hands squeeze 'round my sweaty throat.
Was it something I said, maybe something I wrote?

My eyes caress an empty bar,
It's kinda cold, and kinda far.
I ask the waitress,"Walk you home?,
I can't go to mine, and I know your'e alone."
A sympathetic downcast glance,
Lets me to know, I've have no chance. So,
I slowly slog off to my place.
Can hardly wait to see your face.

But.
My supersonic alibis, no match for my bionic lies.
Your hands squeeze 'round my sweaty throat.
Was it something I said, honey, something I wrote?

Last Days

by

Skinny

Death thru the hourglass, one grain at a time.
A wrinkled face scowls in the mirror,
It deepens every line.
I'm just a target, as you lash out blindly.
Kick me like a dog-a mutt, and thank you very kindly.

I still hevn't travelled, havn't made a name.
My chances are slim, still, just the same.
I'm not giving up, but we have to talk.
I'm weary, I'm bored, I'm ready to walk.
I'm ready to run, and I'm ready to fly,
And I've been reading up on how to get by.

Death down the drainpipe, not the first sign.
Green 'round the gills, and slender of spine.
I used to be confident-downright arrogant.
Now I can't remember, what I even meant.

My city collapses, I sift thru the ruins.
No time to stop and lick my wounds.
I gave up on instinct. I traded my reason.
So much for wisdom, well, maybe next season.

.........................

A wreath blows 'cross the prairie, no body to bury.
A meandering procession, no reason to hurry. Then.
They slowly disperse,and go their own ways.
Could this be, how we spend our last days?

Prelude to poison; in character

by

Skinny

So? I step out of character, and I try the truth.
But all I've accomplished is tightening the noose.

I can't put into words, what you already know.
I'm here!-But I left, a long time ago.

To wit: I torture myself-No!No!-Start over!
An old school over-zealous monk tortures himself,
With branches across his back.
I do it with love, and a sycophantic pact.
Then return to the scene-Keep my head down!-Waitress!-
A thousand bad dreams and warm beer all around!

I'd settle for an arguement, but you, you disagree.
"There's no problem here",well, none that you see.
Waitress?-Mix the ingredients, stir the damn pot.-Oh!-
And show me indifference, all that you've got.
To wait:
As the monk walks off slowly, and bangs on a drum,
I sit and watch sitcoms, steal sips of your rum.
It gets me in character,..Well..Time for a lie.
" I can't live without you, I love you, here's why.
You're everything to me, all stars, sun and moon.
You're everything to me,(I whisper),
Poison in a love spoon."
That last line, an "aside". Not for your behalf.
An old couple hears me. She scowls and he laughs.

obsessive vs. manipulative

by

Skinny

Stroke,..my ego...Make me hard, to be around.
Be there,. for me..but, don't you make a sound.
Cuz I'm the shit, and I'm the show, and
What I need, I'll let you know.-You -
You don't need to grow, don't let me hear you breathe.
If you need anything, come to me...We'll see..
Cuz I've got answers to your prayers.
I'm the only one who cares.

If you don't understand,..I'll repeat,..but slow..
Just,
Stroke my ego,..Make me hard, to swallow.
Just do as I say.-I'll lead, you follow.
Caress,..My libido..Undress,..your pride.
It's bigger than the two of us. Confess, and join my side.

You, are myopic. The big picture matters here.
Just do what I say, and don't have a fear.
Nothing else has worked thus far, so
Close your eyes and touch a star.
Late for heaven? Hang on tight.
We'll explode in to the night.

Well I know, I'm not Mr. Right, but,
I'm all and everything tonight.

My spelll

by

Skinny

How do you measure wasted time?
It' just gone and thats all.
Stack it with the toys you lost, when you were a kid.
Underneath some clothes and stuff, in the closet,down the hall.

I like to dig out pictures, of when we used to smile.
Why doesn't that look like me now?

I'd talk to my neighbor, or maybe an old friend,
But they don't care, and I prefer they don't pretend.

It's too many turns at bat.
It's too many trips to the well.
It's too many women I've had under my spell.

Why would you roll my heart in a ball?
Beacause, maybe.. It's just a game, and that's all?
Be my guest, stack it with the rest,..
okay let's face it. It's completly useless.

I have precious memories, and you can't take those.
But, when I tried to access one, my computer froze.

I'd talk to my mixologist, to put my on a bender,
But, I'm pretty sure he's gonna want to see some legal tender.

It's too many runs down the river.
It's too many spins of the wheel.
It's too many times I got a raw deal.

It's too many turns at bat.
It's too many trips to the well.
It's too many women I've had under my spell.

Still, I don't feel guilty.
There's nothing wrong with us,..wanting to be
A little less lonely

apoc.

by

Skinny

The distant look,eyes vacant, glazed.
The arms are crossed, the brows are raised.
I know this. I know this.
This is the part where you tear out my heart.

I don't have pets. I've just got books-
And attitude and dirty looks.
This is the truth, and it has no worth..

I'll oppress my feelings, if I get any.
So long as you keep your thoughts...and your penny.

You'll rue this day, yes, read my lips,
The dawn of our apocalypse.

Layer by layer, and down to the bone.
My blood is ice, and, my heart is stone.
This is the story that'll wrap me in glory.

The distant stars don't give a damn-that they
leave scars-so I'm a fan.
This is the end, and I just can't pretend.

Grab your rapier, mace, and whips.
This is our apocalypse.

Dark my world 'til heaven rips.
This is how the game is played.
This is why no plans are made.
You'll hate this day.
You read my lips.
This is our apocalypse.

That's sooo cute!

by

Skinny

And so she says,"You're not drunk are you?"
So I says, "define drunk!"
She walked away, I said,"OK-
I'm not as funny as I once thunk.
I once thunk, and I once played,
I once hoped, and I once prayed,
I once knew, and I once grew,
And I probably pretended, that I once flew.'

She said," That's one long-ass answer, and
Too many syllables for just one dancer!"

So I says,"You're a dancer are you?,
Define dancer!"
She says,"A little bit risque, a little bit romancer,
A little pizzaz, and a little bit 'o' spunk.
But I'm not as hot as I once thunk.
I once thunk, and I once played,
I once hoped, and I once prayed,
I once knew, and I once grew,
And one time I believe I flew."

I said, "Wow, that's one uncopywritten story,
With a tad less class, and a ton less glory."

She says,"You're drunk, aren't you?
That's sooo cute!"

WHY?

by

Skinny

How many times I promised myself
I'd do what it took to make you smile
I'd drag myself across rocks, thru the desert
Every inch, and many a mile

But,.. I've done things,.. questionable
Yea, I've done things, you'll never know
Why won't you believe me any more??

The truth came like a slow motion scene
A few retakes, relive my dreams

The last thing I wanted was to see you cry
So I did what I did, I decided to lie

How many times can I say to you
I'll do what I can, I will make it right
I'll push-pull like hell, (I have swam the Nile)
From end to end, with grace and style

But,.. I've done things,.. disputable
Yea, I've done things, God only knows why-
Why won't you believe me anymore??

The truth comes, but slow,.. like a drunk walking home
A few good steps between trips to the road

The last thing I wanted was to see you cry
So, I did what I did, I decided to lie
I decided a lie would not leave a trace
I decided a lie would shut the case-but
You picked up the scent, started asking me, WHY?
WHY did you do it?? WHY did you lie??

California, twice

by

Skinny

We closed our eyes, picked California,
We ran out of money fast.
We picked berries, grapes and melons,
To keep us in a little cash.

All the greatest moments passed us,
There was so much that needed doin'.
But, we spent our time in that dark bar-
or tangled, twisted, kissin', screwin'.

Always dreampt I'd take up sailing,
Weigh that anchor!-Drift away...
But I knew it`d never happen,
Unless I told myself-`Today!`

That`s it!-I`m leaving in the morning,
Don`t care if you come along,
This is my chance, I`m taking it.
Just this once, I will be strong...

Head up the coast, straight to Alaska.
Cold is cold, but this is sick!
I miss that sticky, smelly bedroom,
Above that bar, run by that prick.

I`m coming home, my sweet babushka,
I`ll be there in just a week.
When I called, you never picked up,
Must have called when y`were asleep.

I went back to California-with
A ring I bought in Oregon.
You`d taken up with that bartender.
Trade this ring in for a gun.

That`s it!-I`m leaving in the morning,
I know that you can`t come along.
The good news-Only used one bullet.
The bad news is I must be strong.

Who`s the winner-Who`s the loser-
I can`t tell, don`t know the score.
Landed on a Russian freighter.
They won`t look for me no more.

One day I woke up on the ocean-
I will not hide another day.
I swear I`m gonna turn myself in...
If I ever leave Bombay.

Spent a week or two in Cypress,
Then to Egypt-Then to Spain.
Got to where I almost missed you...
Then I got to think again.

That`s it!-I`m leaving in the morning.
Guess I`ve known this, all along.
Got to go, and face the music.
One last time...I must be strong...

This time, I`m serious for leaving.
Spent my last hours in Hong Kong.
Don`t really want to see you, but,..
For sure, this time, I must be strong.

Broke Even

by

Skinny

I'm not too happy about where we're goin'.
I'm not thrilled about where we're at.
We step backwards every moment.
Now stop a minute. Just relax.

I'm not too sure what I should say, 'cuz,
I'm not certain what I mean.
I wish it all would just go away,
So I could be myself again...

Truth, lies, what's the sense?
We can't tell the difference.
We're high-low-hot-cold
I suggest we stop-this is getting old.

So you're,"not looking to the future".
You "don't care about the future". Oh yeah?
Well, Fuck the future, Fuck the past,
Fuck the world, and have a blast.

Truth or lies? I can't decide,but,
I know you'll be a wicked guide.

I wanted to save the Princess,
But the game came to an end.
It feels like I broke even...
I no longer pretend

It's Really Late

by

Skinny

It's really late, but I can't sleep.
For a change, I'm not too too drunk.
She calls and says,"I saw a light. Can I come in?"
"No, not tonight. It's really late".

I get up, turn off the light,
The t.v. now creates these shadows.
Turn off the phone, and take a leak.
The things I think of , no one knows.

What a waste, these last few months.
I quit my job, those fucking cunts-
Nobody understands the Genius,
Who drinks, and smokes, and spills the dust.

It's really late, but I don't care.
My hallway's quiet. Who would dare?
To wake the giant, sleeping soundly.
All thoughts of noise, rejected, roundly.

I check my guns, make sure they work,
By shooting the windows of the neighborhood jerk.
He over-reacts by calling the cops,
And fakes a limp-stagger up the block.
I go unlock the door,... and wait...
I'd grab a bite, but, it's really late.

Drink It Up !

by

Skinny

I tell, no lies. She gots, big eyes.
Her hands, so soft. Head turned, I coughed.

Wide smile, right pure. Sweet breath, my ear.
Squeeze tight. Huge sigh, slips out. Ain't shy.

I spoke. She heard, deep thoughts. My word!
It's tough. I wait. Next pass? Too late.

Life's short, so dream. Can't slow. Full steam!
So close. Full cup. Our turn, Drink It Up,Drink
It Up, Drink It Up, Drink It Up, Drink It Up,
Drink It Up, Drink It Up, Drink It Up...

Time out. Slow sound. Revved up. Beat down.
Act cool, small cage. Damn fool, large stage.

Days roll, so strange. Who knew, things change.
How now, Young pup? Jump high! Drink It Up,
Drink It Up, Drink It Up, Drink It Up, Drink It
Up, Drink It Up, Drink It Up, Drink It Up!

Untitled

by

Skinny

Underneath these salty stars,
Guilty dreams, and more last chances.
I watch your eyes dart away too quick.
Bad luck blasts away what's left.

Carry my bags, to the closest edge of town,
Stick out my thumb, and smile like a preacher.
The weather's bound to beat me down,
Like jumping in a freezing river.

Roll me up to this next town.
I'll find my way to a smelly tavern.
Stay away from cards-fights-chicks.
In the darkest corner I drink.

Pull out my pen and rip off a bit.
Greasy eyes accuse and hate.
They only know what they think they know.
I can see where this is going.

Wake up with an aching jaw,
Broken kindling? or my ribs?
Sacrifice the last of my dough,
Splash a couple strong ones back.
Holes ripped in my favorite jersey.
I'll find the son of a bitch that did it.
Cramp my style, I walk so slow.
Come tomorrow? I don't know...

Broke Even

by

Skinny

I'm not too happy about where we're goin'.
I'm not thrilled about where we're at.
We step backwards every moment.
Now stop a minute. Just relax.

I'm not too sure what I should say, 'cuz,
I'm not certain what I mean.
I wish it all would just go away,
So I could be myself again...

Truth, lies, what's the sense?
We can't tell the difference.
We're high-low-hot-cold
I suggest we stop-this is getting old.

So you're,"not looking to the future".
You "don't care about the future". Oh yeah?
Well, Fuck the future, Fuck the past,
Fuck the world, and have a blast.

Truth or lies? I can't decide,but,
I know you'll be a wicked guide.

I wanted to save the Princess,
But the game came to an end.
It feels like I broke even...
I no longer pretend

It's Really Late

by

Skinny

It's really late, but I can't sleep.
For a change, I'm not too too drunk.
She calls and says,"I saw a light. Can I come in?"
"No, not tonight. It's really late".

I get up, turn off the light,
The t.v. now creates these shadows.
Turn off the phone, and take a leak.
The things I think of , no one knows.

What a waste, these last few months.
I quit my job, those fucking cunts-
Nobody understands the Genius,
Who drinks, and smokes, and spills the dust.

It's really late, but I don't care.
My hallway's quiet. Who would dare?
To wake the giant, sleeping soundly.
All thoughts of noise, rejected, roundly.

I check my guns, make sure they work,
By shooting the windows of the neighborhood jerk.
He over-reacts by calling the cops,
And fakes a limp-stagger up the block.
I go unlock the door,... and wait...
I'd grab a bite, but, it's really late.

Drink It Up !

by

Skinny

I tell, no lies. She gots, big eyes.
Her hands, so soft. Head turned, I coughed.

Wide smile, right pure. Sweet breath, my ear.
Squeeze tight. Huge sigh, slips out. Ain't shy.

I spoke. She heard, deep thoughts. My word!
It's tough. I wait. Next pass? Too late.

Life's short, so dream. Can't slow. Full steam!
So close. Full cup. Our turn, Drink It Up,Drink
It Up, Drink It Up, Drink It Up, Drink It Up,
Drink It Up, Drink It Up, Drink It Up...

Time out. Slow sound. Revved up. Beat down.
Act cool, small cage. Damn fool, large stage.

Days roll, so strange. Who knew, things change.
How now, Young pup? Jump high! Drink It Up,
Drink It Up, Drink It Up, Drink It Up, Drink It
Up, Drink It Up, Drink It Up, Drink It Up!

Untitled

by

Skinny

Underneath these salty stars,
Guilty dreams, and more last chances.
I watch your eyes dart away too quick.
Bad luck blasts away what's left.

Carry my bags, to the closest edge of town,
Stick out my thumb, and smile like a preacher.
The weather's bound to beat me down,
Like jumping in a freezing river.

Roll me up to this next town.
I'll find my way to a smelly tavern.
Stay away from cards-fights-chicks.
In the darkest corner I drink.

Pull out my pen and rip off a bit.
Greasy eyes accuse and hate.
They only know what they think they know.
I can see where this is going.

Wake up with an aching jaw,
Broken kindling? or my ribs?
Sacrifice the last of my dough,
Splash a couple strong ones back.
Holes ripped in my favorite jersey.
I'll find the son of a bitch that did it.
Cramp my style, I walk so slow.
Come tomorrow? I don't know...

funy looks

by

Skinny

Remember the old days? Man!-It was easy...
What I didn't know then, was that those were the good old days.
Complications set in, now, where to begin.
Well, surely you know;
It starts and ends with a woman.

God-damn the innocent, eyeing the good life.
Wanting the world, and a piece of the pie.
Teaching their children a better way-but any way-
They take 'em downtown to point and laugh,. but they cry.

The devil burns bridges, before he even gets there;
And walks across slow-like, and lights his cigar.
When he's barely over, it melts into the canyon-
Then he roasts the wheels off a shiny new car.

Heaven was built for them what can afford it.
For others there are places that smell like wet dog.
I sleep easy knowin' I don't care where I go-
I know you're contrary, and still sleep like a log.
==============================================

She was pregnant when I first met her.
We found out on our second date.
She said she loved me, but I knew better-
For me, it was just, a little too late...
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I 'spose I'm not much for religion.
All death comes quick on quiet wings.
Maybe this won't come to bear,but,
Neither will a lot of things.
April was the month for me.
I really read a lot of books.
Now, when it came to me and her?
We really got some funny looks.

Too Wild To Tame

by

Skinny

Too wild Too wild Too wild to tame
Quit while your behind You're in a losing game
Too wild Too wild Too wild to tame
If you don't like it-too bad-
You'll get more of the same-
I get drunk on Sunday just a little too much
I could tell you stories I would make you blush
I been drinkin' whiskey since the age of ten-You
Kicked me out last night, but see I'm back again cuz I'm
Too wild Too wild Too wild to tame
You can do what you want, 'cuz I already came
Too wild Too wild Too wild to tame
You are hardly a spark to my eternal flame
Because I'm Too wild Too wild
Look me up and down-You see I'm smug and conceited-
That's not what you want, I also know what you need-IT-
I live for every moment and you can't keep up to my pace-
I burn all my bridges.Just. In. Case.-'cuz I'm Too wild

Tell me how you love me, but it ain't no fun...
Odds of lovin' you?-'Bout a million to one!-cuz
Well, you get the picture

Dec. 08,2002 J.L.D.D.

by

Skinny

When the truth doesn't really matter
I'll sit down and listen to you
I'm only trying to get you in bed, and then
Leave just as soon as I'm thru

Baby, it's no fun anymore
I keep my mouth shut, so we don't fight
You won't let me walk out that door, but
You won't let me sleep thru the night

I've turned off all my emotions
It's easier that I don't feel
I hide out, in my cold basement, and
Try to figure out what's real

When the truth really don't make a difference
Or any-stupid-thing you can think of
It's so much easier, for me to lie to you,to
Get what I want, I'll use the word love

I used to stand tall, with conviction
Since the truth doesn't matter, Yes, I care
Now I'm older-wiser-richer
In my heart I'm a billionaire, Yeah
In my heart I'm a billionaire

I thought I could teach you something, but
I'm just older-dumber-fatter
At least I'm deleriously happy
Since the truth doesn't matter

Stepping on my tongue

by

Skinny

Kinda woman looks at you,
Makes you blush and stumble 'round.
Asks me but a simple question-
Voice will not produce a sound.

Anted up the sack to tell her'
"I believe you're God's own stash."
Looks at me and rolls her eyes.
I say, "That's MY move."-She laughs.

She suggests a nice cold shower.
I'd rather play some pool and drink.
I say,"I'm so naive, I thought you liked me."
She said, "It's not against the law to think."

I'm tired of games an dissolution,
Gonna crawl back in my cave.
Who's got time? Shananigans!!
Never gonna be your slave...

Once she dropped by in the morning;
Made sure she looked beautiful;
I pretended that I never noticed;
She left; Then I lost control.

Got to tell her how I feel, and
Make a move while we're still young.
I better keep on thinkin' it over.
I keep on stepping on my tongue.

Made sure she looked beautiful,

They don't make'm like they used to

by

Skinny

Grandpa P. was a farmer.Grew potatoes from rocks and sand. 10 kids and my daddy, helped him work the land.
Grandpa G. was a carpenter, build anything you need.
Everybody loved him. He was a different breed.

They don't make 'em like they used to.
Who can you trust nowadays?
Every one takes it for granted.
Grab what you can and run away.

Uncle Fred is a genious. An artist in every sense.
Had to do it his own way. Things got really tense.

I guess my dad can do anything, and all that he does is good. Which leaves me wondering about myself, tho you might not think I should...

They don't make 'em like they used to.
I can't even trust myself.

When I look in the mirror, I realize my greatest fear...
They don't make 'em like they used to.

When I'm done feeling sorry for myself

by

Skinny

Gonna get up, gonna do those dirty dishes.
Wash a load of laundry, maybe more.
Re-arrange those books and C.D. covers,
That somehow spread themselves across the floor.

While I'm up, I just might grab a hairbrush.
Untangle this unruly set of locks.
Sweep the area behind the stove, then,
Toss or mend a pile of holey socks.

Re-upolster that old ottoman,(in leather).
Check the fridge, clean out that bottom shelf.
I'll do all that, and then I'll do some more stuff,
When I'm done feeling sorry for myself.

I think, I'll invent, some new, but useful language,
Or, decode the ones, that no one's figured out.
Talk with ghosts, that no one toasts-
Ride the rails, or set my sails-
Find out what I'm really all about...

Complete that screenplay, then, make it a movie.
Double, triple, maybe quad my wealth.
Gonna drive across the country 'til I find you.
When I'm done feeling sorry for myself.

Gonna re-read all the classics, even Tolstoy.
I've been crazy-leave that for someone else.
Go play guitar, for all the kids in sick ward,
When I'm done feeling sorry for myself...

back to alone

by

Skinny

Didn't see this coming,
Flashlight in the woods.
Where were we going again?
I used to feel good, but l can't remember when.

Don't regret a thing.
Don't regret a word.
But.. Highly suspicious that any of it was heard.

Didn't see this coming.
Semi without lights.
Speeding through a hundred nights.
The ride is killer-but the end bites.

Don't regret a thing, don't regret a word,
And i don't point the finger, that none of it was heard.
Don't want to carry a chip, or even the score.
Physician heal thyself.o.k..l don't want it any more.

Couldn't see this coming,-Brilliiant! Stone meets stone.
And all of a sudden...l'm back to alone.

Nothing makes sense.A babe in the woods.
..and i'm thinking...
We're building a forest of coulds.

Don't regret a thing,don't regret a word.
I don't point the finger, that you never even heard.
Don't want to carry a chip, or even the score.
The real truth is, l don't want it any more.

Brilliant! Brill-i-ant!! Sone meets stone.
& all of a sudden...i'm back to alone...

skinny's folly

by

Skinny

i'd admit it looked bad, but i'd seen worse.
if this love is sick, call a hearse.
i've been lost and lonely, hungry and cold.
i don't see a rainbow, but i sense there's gold... or valuables.. or something...

The only thing sadder than lost love,
is half of a lost love.

one day we're making plans, and the future glows bright,
but i'm walking home alone on the very same night...sick

I can't believe you. i'm sick and shocked,
You cuddle me you snuggle me, and tell me to fuk of (sic)

sick, i'm sick- because you're sick.
go spread that shit around.
what else did i catch?
Body, Mind, Spirit, Soul. you'll put me in the ground.

i'm gonna learn that damned guitar.
but you know me, i ain't no star.

make me indistinguishable-from any one around.
make me to have no feelings, or to make no sound.

sick? Yeah i'm sick... because you're sick.
by proxy, by God, by my word- it'll stick.

sick to my stomach, sick to my core.
sick...but to people around? just a bore.

Merc

by

Skinny

Hi-ways nothin' but curves, i been makin' my way North.
I see she straightens out ahead, so i shift her into fourth.
Motor's got a roar like no other on the road.
And the ten to one compression really makes the gas explode.
Neighbors don't say much, but i'm sure that they'd complain,
If they knew that it was me a-spinnin' doughnuts in the rain.

Haven't done much else since my honey left our home.
But when i'm in that hot-rod, well, i never feel alone.

She don't drift or rally-race, that's just not where i'm at.
Ya see the steerin's kinda heavy and the tires are kinda fat.
If ya wanna talk horse, man, she's got all you'll ever need.
Like when i punch it off the line, it could make yer nose bleed.

Haven't seen another woman since my Betty left our home.
I just hop into my Merc if i ever feel alone.

Haven't done much else, since my honey left our home-
But, when i'm in that hot-rod, well, i never feel alone.

A Solid Line

by

Skinny

Would it be a suprize, if you came to realize, that on the back wall of your mind, is a clock that's keeping time, to the soundtrack of your life.

I guess i caught a lucky break, cuz the chances that i take, means the dice are always rolling, and the few things we're controlling, like the shit that really matters, if you mind the snakes and ladders, and your pitfalls and your pleasures, surely these are lifes great treasures. Silly smiles, and looks that linger, had you twirlin' round my finger. Is it late?- well, don't ask me. I'm as "up" as i could be.

Say the word, or give a sign.
I swear i walk a solid line.

Would it be a shock, if i dropped by to talk, and we shared common mind, any subject we could find, we could argue or discuss, what it all meant to us. No-one joking, no-one faking, while the music that we're making, takes us to another place, or a plateau, in this here case. Have i been seduced or charmed?- I know this- I've been disarmed.

Say the word, or give a sign.
I swear i walk a solid line.

So if you look and you find, that in the back of your mind, someone waits patiently there. Well, we're all here to learn, and i see it's my turn, but then, maybe it's something to share?

Say the word, or give a sign.
Iswear i walk a solid line.

forever your move

by

Skinny

can't live on dreams, so i'm askin' you,
it's forever your move, what will you do?

would you cut off your ear, as the ultimate sacrifice,
for a whore, who wouldn't think about you twice?

when you were in that limo, that sweet sweet ride,
would you throw a bone, to the folks outside?

when you ran that mansion, way up on that hill,
did you treat your servants like people still?

when you were at the gaming tables, just a-bettin' your ass
did you feel as one, in with an elite class?

Now,

when you're sleepin' on the sidewalk, the sun in your eyes,
how could you be smilin'? you been feedin' me lies?

you've lost home and family, the respect of your peers,
Why? Why are you smilng? Why?
he looked at me, now serious,
"because i've cried my last tears...

if i should die this winter, in my newspaper bed,
remember all i've taught you, and the things i've said,
from ashes to ashes, from rich man to poor,
just love one-another, it's all we're here for."

he was right, he died that winter, but he was never wrong,
and all he left behind was a moral and a song.

So,

i couldn't live on dreams, as i waited for you,
and it was always your move, what.could.i.do??

It Is Good For People In Love

by

Skinny

It is good for people in love,
to pace back and forth on the rug,
like an animal trapped in a cage,
or a junkie kicking a drug...
It is good for a person in love.

It is good for peolple in love,
to ignore and forget their friends.
From the first one you ever made,
'til the last one no longer pretends.
It is good for a person in love.

It's a fine way to lie to yourself;
That everything's fine, couldn't be more O.K.;
But you can't close your eyes at night;
Without regretting the next day:

But, then again; it's good to get away...

( a good time to look in the mirror- is-
when you can't afford one more fear )

It is good for people in love,
to stare at the ground- and drag their feet-
to come home from work- turn on the t.v.-
hit the beer and the couch- why bother to eat?

Is it easy to forget me?
Is it any warm body, a joint, and t.v.?

Too lazy to climb- too scared to jump;
It is good for people in love.

Need

by

Skinny

Tell you what i think you need,
Someone just as strong as you.
Challenge you, -push you through.
Share the loss, and share the lead.

I protect a dying flame.
You're not afraid to be alone.
But, don't pretend you're tough as stone.
I know you're soul- not just you're name.

I haven't dreampt about you since.
It's not that I don't think of you.
It's not that i've found someone new.
Oh- you must think i'm fucking dense!

Tell you what I really think.
You prefer to look busy,
Instead of being busy, K?
Work would be the missing link.

You refer to me as, "what's his name".
Why do I protect the flame?
I sill question why you pushed me along.
No one to cry, after you're gone?

Cut and run, so you don't see me bleed.
Why do I care, so what YOU need?!?

Nervous when I see you.
How should I behave?
Next time I see you on the street...
I might not wave...
And that's what you need.

Truth

by

Skinny

If I cared for the truth,
I'd care a lot more,
About what I've got,
And what I'm looking for.

I NOtice when you cast your eyes,
Away from mine, and look for lies.

I NOtice when the phone won't ring,
And you suggest it means not a thing.

I know 'cuz I see right through you.
I know because I've done it TO you.

If I cared for the truth,
I'd care a lot more,
About what I've done,
And what I stand for.

Profanity and insults? Try someone else.
See? Omly I can hurt myself.
But- Why do the Gods cry?

A million stars just sympathize.
A galaxy of alibis.
Convention, custom; which is worse?
We build a bullshit universe.

But-If I cared for the truth?
I'd follow leads and write the news.
Then, send it out across the wires.
Exposing phoneys, fakes, and liars.

And just in case you never heard,
I'd reprint it all, every God-damned word.

Legends

by

Skinny

Remember Salome dancing, with the seven veils?
I do! And every single time, it never fails...
To move me.

She never said a word, she spoke just with her eyes.
The narrative enhances nothing but lies,
To prove to me;

That maybe I was dreaming, it was all in my head.
We're talkin' non-stop action- we can sleep when we're dead.
She says, "They still ALL love me!"

Well, they completely exagerated what was said,
But it was too late, the reputation stayed,
And thats how legends are made.

She hums along and dances, but there is no song,
As she waves to a parade that has long since gone.
Too sad, too true.

Won't answer the door, won't come out.
Won't see anyone, there's no doubt.
Too sad, too true.

The records are scratched, but they still get played.
The candles burn until the pictures fade,
And that's how legends are made.

The Words Just Sound Nice

by

Skinny

I used to think it all the time.
I may have even said it twice.
She said "What?"- I said "Nothin',
The words just sound nice."

Something missing from a song,
A missing line, a missing thought.
I would pinch it from her sentence,
And I never once got caught.

Well...
We were sitting at the movies,
And I had a revelation,
Deep enough to turn the burning world
Into a nation-But then!-
She whispered in my ear... What was I?...

I used to think it all the time.
I'm sure I even said it twice.
She said "What?"- I said "Nothin',
The words just sound nice."

Oh, and the shit that she'd pull?
Almost always, less than proper.
I should confess, it never even
Crossed my mind to stop her!

She was always on a roll, but
Half the time, out of control.

Late one Friday, by the lake,
It was all that I could take;
Just to keep from pulling over,
So I could kiss her in the clover.

I would never tell you lies.
Sun directly in my eyes.
Well, they said we hit a deer.
Should the story stop right here?

I used to do it all the time.
I know I even said it twice.
She said "What?"- I said "Nothin',
The words just sound nice."

Legends

by

Skinny

Remember Salome dancing, with the seven veils?
I do! And every single time, it never fails...
To move me.

She never said a word, she spoke just with her eyes.
The narrative enhances nothing but lies,
To prove to me;

That maybe I was dreaming, it was all in my head.
We're talkin' non-stop action- we can sleep when we're dead.
She says, "They still ALL love me!"

Well, they completely exagerated what was said,
But it was too late, the reputation stayed,
And thats how legends are made.

She hums along and dances, but there is no song,
As she waves to a parade that has long since gone.
Too sad, too true.

Won't answer the door, won't come out.
Won't see anyone, there's no doubt.
Too sad, too true.

The records are scratched, but they still get played.
The candles burn until the pictures fade,
And that's how legends are made.

The Words Just Sound Nice

by

Skinny

I used to think it all the time.
I may have even said it twice.
She said "What?"- I said "Nothin',
The words just sound nice."

Something missing from a song,
A missing line, a missing thought.
I would pinch it from her sentence,
And I never once got caught.

Well...
We were sitting at the movies,
And I had a revelation,
Deep enough to turn the burning world
Into a nation-But then!-
She whispered in my ear... What was I?...

I used to think it all the time.
I'm sure I even said it twice.
She said "What?"- I said "Nothin',
The words just sound nice."

Oh, and the shit that she'd pull?
Almost always, less than proper.
I should confess, it never even
Crossed my mind to stop her!

She was always on a roll, but
Half the time, out of control.

Late one Friday, by the lake,
It was all that I could take;
Just to keep from pulling over,
So I could kiss her in the clover.

I would never tell you lies.
Sun directly in my eyes.
Well, they said we hit a deer.
Should the story stop right here?

I used to do it all the time.
I know I even said it twice.
She said "What?"- I said "Nothin',
The words just sound nice."

WKND

by

Skinny

Punch a midget, on a bender, Kick a ginger, smash a Fender (guitar).
Wrap the strings around his throat.
Shoot a hobo, hump a goat.
"Cuz it's the weekend.

Pull an upper-decker, at your favorite aunts.
Skate down Main Street, with no pants.
Release a skunk, in a Duty-free shop.
Pound 30 Red Bulls, non-stop. "Cuz, you guessed it.
It's the weekend.

Tell your girlfriend she looks fat.
Vomit on her welcome mat.
Tell a biker he's a rat.
Explain you've got no time to chat.
Tell a cop, "There's drugs in the bar.
Then stand and piss on top his car.
When he comes out, base-ball bat.
Didja tell your girlfriend she looks fat?

Light your room mates hair on fire.
Suggest he join the local choir.
Add, "A little modesty would suit you fine."
As you one-chug all his wine.

Strangle a hooker- But, don't hide the body,
Once she stinks, spray Hai-Karate.
Next, go play hockey, with a sword.
Decapitate the referee, after you've scored.

This weekend will be where it's at.
Tell your girlfriend that you love her.

A Great Man

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Skinny

A great man- I'll never be. I'm living- but just barely.
Always tired, and always awake- I won't give myself a break.
As the alcohol works it's magic, I recall times less tragic.
But- then I stop myself, before I feel too good...
Not the drinking, just the feeling.

I was listening to punk. I was staying off the junk.
I was working on a script. The protagonist was gripped,
By a feeling of remorse, and I could relate- of course.
'Cuz that shit's right up my alley-
And if someone kept a tally-
They would surely note the frequency,
That I was him, and he was me- but,
Who's got time to keep a score?-
The crowd is way too loud- the roar
Can be deafening at times- can obliterate the crimes-
Of a great man.

But- A great man, I'll never be- and it's no catastrophe-
I'm just a father to my daughter, and not so hot at that-
'Though it's better not to mention-
'Cuz it's her most dear contention...
That I am a great man.

Untitled

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Skinny

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Like You- Like Me

by

Skinny

Lovin' you,.. is not going so good.
You never do anything I think you should.
So I'll never be, what I could be.
Oh My God- You're fucked like me.

Being with you ain't going so well.
One part love, and one part hell.
I never do what you tell me to do.
Oh My God- I'm fucked like you.

We spent the better part of our lives
Leavin' the most important people behind.
Now we're trapped with each other in a shrinking cell.
Feels like the bottom of a very deep well.
--Then it feels like heaven when you hold me tight.
-And it feels like forever, squeezed into one night.
Now, it feels like you're choking the life out of me.
So? Soon I won't feel anything... Finally.

But.Leavin' you don't sound so good.
'Cuz I never do anything that I should.
I don't know from insanity.
My God You're fucked!- You're fucked like me.

I'm a well-tempered soul, but with one modest goal.
I'm sorry and lost-Now I want back control.
First, it's pure love forever, then despise one another.
It's fucked, we're perfect! (For each other).

Like You- Like Me

by

Skinny

Lovin' you,.. is not going so good.
You never do anything I think you should.
So I'll never be, what I could be.
Oh My God- You're fucked like me.

Being with you ain't going so well.
One part love, and one part hell.
I never do what you tell me to do.
Oh My God- I'm fucked like you.

We spent the better part of our lives
Leavin' the most important people behind.
Now we're trapped with each other in a shrinking cell.
Feels like the bottom of a very deep well.
--Then it feels like heaven when you hold me tight.
-And it feels like forever, squeezed into one night.
Now, it feels like you're choking the life out of me.
So? Soon I won't feel anything... Finally.

But.Leavin' you don't sound so good.
'Cuz I never do anything that I should.
I don't know from insanity.
My God You're fucked!- You're fucked like me.

I'm a well-tempered soul, but with one modest goal.
I'm sorry and lost-Now I want back control.
First, it's pure love forever, then despise one another.
It's fucked, we're perfect! (For each other).