Big Top

There's a carnival in your eyes tonight
With lashes like red balloons
You tell me that you feel all right
You tell me that it's soon
Step up to the table, my good Sir
The grand prize is fireworks tonight


Come one, come all whenever you're around
It's like the day the carnival came to town


You spin me around tonight
On a painted horse of glass
Calling upon my audience
To hear what will come to pass
Sure to give you some terrible thrills, Sir!
And don't miss the fireworks, surely!

I sk-sk-skeeball whenever you're around
It's like the day the carnival came to town

And you and me
We're like a ferris wheel tonight
High as the highest mountain, baby
And spinnin around
And flashin lights

Now through midnight at the Big Top tent, sir!
Your name in fireworks in the night sky!
Step right up, don't be shy, you won't want to
Pass by this table any time soon!

And the fireworks resound when you're around
It's like the day the carnival came to town

Top Chef.

Oh cook, oh chef
Make me something hot and sweet
Not too heavy, not too light
Something smooth and warm and good to eat
Mix carefully, slowly
But don't make me wait
So sneak it in swiftly
Oh top of my plate
I don't want a menu
You know what I need
To hold between my cherry lips
So bring it hence, I plead!
Something to take in bit by bit
As its heat starts to spread
From my feet to my head
Something to come to rest
In my center, the heart of me
Something that must be shared between two
On this we both agree
Don't stop, don't move
Don't ask what's the matter
Just give me your heart on a silver platter.

Songwriting works best when you're bored as shit.

DARK ROOM
You gave the baby the microphone
When you got home
from playing the club and
You thought you'd hear a gargle like salt water
A burp or even
A coo like a dove and
The baby babbled when you set her down
And turned around
Like a baby oughtta do but
That baby knows the microphone
Like it's her home
And she got up
Singin like the crib was a stage
Sayin Mama Mama Mama
Put me back in the dark room
I came out too soon
The world wasn't ready
For a child like me
They're too busy eatin
And cutting down trees and
I like milk but I wanna play guitar
Booze it up with the stars
Tell the world who we are
but Mama Mama Mama
Mama Mama Mama Mama
Mama
I can't play when I'm chokin on smog and
I can't sing cause I'm barkin like a dog
Cause this world is turning too slow
I can't take it no, no
Mama made me too soon
Put me in the dark room
Cause you ain't ready for
A child like me
I said this crib ain't big
Enough for me, baby
I said you weren't ready for a
child like me, no
The world wasn't ready for
Me, baby!
You took away the baby's microphone
Took her real home
Outta her hand and
You kinda hoped she'd keep
doin her thing
Though how she could sing
You just didn't understand
The baby babbled when
you put her down
And turned around
Just like a baby oughtta do but
That baby needs the microphone
Like it's her home
So she just STOPPED
Mama Mama Mama
Put me back in the dark room
I came out too soon
The world isn't ready for
a child like me
They're too busy eatin and
cuttin down trees and
i like milk but I wanna play guitar
Booze it up with the stars
Tell the world who we are
And Mama Mama Mama
Mama Mama Mama Mama
Mama
I can't play when I'm chokin on smog and
I can't sing when I'm barkin like a dog
Cause this world is turnin too slow
I can't take it no, no
Mama made me too soon
Put me in the dark room
Put me in the dark room
Mama, put me in the dark room
Just STOP

PARROT BAY
She's a pretty good excuse for beautiful
And she wants you up in her room
You could feel the satin touch of love on your skin tonight
She wants you to buy her another
Go ahead, I'm all right
Go ahead, I'm all right
I'm all right, I'm fine
She's got a funny curve in th the
Bridge of her nose
Her cheekbones are too high
Can you still see that through your third Parrot Bay?
Do you remember when I was your
Good excuse for beautiful?
Your good excuse for beautiful?
Your good excuse for
Sneaking out into the summer night
And kissing under the city lights
And finding someplace where we could feel all right
Do you remember in the August heat
How we sweated our clothes off, let our bodies meet
You were a good excuse for beautiful
We were a good excuse for beautiful back then
THe past will stay with you
All we once went through
Will follow you, will follow through
I'll follow you, and the other girl, too
To Parrot Bay, to a place to stay
To your next excuse for beautiful

Paper Napkin

Oddly enough, idiocracy plows on slowly,

Plodding along in its galoshes, nickels in its hand.

Painting nonsense memoirs on the expensive paper

Called media

And forcing the most valued forces to scribble a few lines

On a paper napkin in a pub

And tape it to the restroom wall

And wait for a whisper of gratification

While idiocracy shouts its uprising into the microphone

Called media

Rousing the orgasms of idiots

Who are too busy with their nickels to notice a single whisper

of sincerity.

Reunion

A forward push
A backward fall
Back to where I was a year ago
Singing you love songs
Writing you sonnets
Back to the yearning I used to know
I leave home for my vacations
You come home for your vacations
And I sit and smile and don't let it show
I'll take you in
I'll let you win
I just don't want to let you go
You have my heart
I ache for yours
Rupert, don't go back, no
Five hours difference
And so far away
You broke my heart a year ago
And now you're here, I'll have you know
Even though I won't let it show
I just don't want to let you go.