i greet you now as a voice from junior high when every girl was poison and the boys had chemicals to try the popular kids were unpopular to a few and the radio was love but there were songs that only i knew how to sing my love for you sing my love for you looks like i'm still singing i used to think of you as the afterlife the devil had your tongue and heaven was meeting him twice i thought i'd think of you now as a ghost invisible but permissible to toast tarot tara no doubt there are little things about you now the same tarot tara no doubt your cards are different now your address has changed tarot tara why don't you give it to me? if memories were the future you'd be mine but predictions are addictions and hindsight is blind i thought i'd think of you with me with plans at the beginning of other beginnings that never began tarot tara no doubt there are little things about you now the same tarot tara no doubt your cards are different now your address has changed tarot tara i'm sure there is someone else divined by your touch tarot tara i'm sure we could call it love if read into it too much tarot tara

undertalented susie just went under for her fourteenth surgery oversexed johnny just got over his recovery now he says he doesn't need to tie her up no more to come misanthropic mandy blames her mother for the whole of humanity but i believe exposed to light our secrets turn into spite naked or not it's always hot in the madonna summer the disco christ is up there burning crosses and bras so now she's bare the icon of the nylon panties will do just about anything to make you stop and stare watch her groan and grunt, affront the very suckers who love to see their heroes run out of air allegiance is a dirty word the name we praise this year is next year's slur naked or not it's always hot in the madonna summer

i guess i never really knew what you wanted but i never thought that i'd have to ask i guess i never really saw what you flaunted but you'd never let me take off your mask i saw some t.v. that i thought had hidden messages i guess i was just looking too hard i heard some music that i thought was mesmerizing but i couldn't ever find it in my car i bought some photographs by robert maplethorpe which once were banned but now they're birthday cards and there's a monkey in the middle who will catch the flying spittle as the art and occupation eat their words in confrontation and they're talking with their mouths full spit it out i've seen the future and it's looking more and more like what my mother said it was after all a wife who loves me and a drink that easy does me and the kid we send through college won't call i can't decide if i should hope for more or join the club or kill everyone inside of the mall and there's a monkey in the middle who will tell a fancy riddle of the tools and regulations and the social obligations about speaking with your mouth full come on now, spit it out well, you can walk on snow but not on water lose your pride but win the lottery i guess it's all how you play it you can pray for evolution or enslave your constitution but whatever you don't want to hear someone will say it

good morning, rainy day the children woke up groaning and the grown-up's said, "okay" good morning, rainy day the iridescent summer has now put it shades away good morning, rainy day well, you and I are the best of friends and it's time for us to play 'cause you and I are here and so what? well, I really don't mind at all oh well, let it fall fall fall let it fall fall fall but let's not talk about the weather well, I really couldn't care less when I'm feeling kind of careless and neither here nor there good morning, rainy day rainbows are available to the eyes that radiate good morning, rainy day your sound is the sound of lovers and the years that separate, that separate good morning, rainy day I never thought I'd see you quite this way I couldn't care much at all

i know what she looks like now if i remember a delicate young face flush with blood the summer is still in her eyes in mid-december and by springtime her heat will sing gregorian smut she only believes in god after four beers but she says she can touch your soul through your toes she lives inside her dreams at every new year's and the secrets that she wakes up with wear no clothes baby, let's pick ourselves up now and later I will lay you down if you allow and I'm lucky she was a million places at once she was a calendar girl she was a million people I knew a stranger in this world and I was lucky she says she's a santa cause without donations a valentine designed to self destruct on independence day she makes relations and on parents days she calls, but hangs up abruptly baby, you could never keep a date and maybe your wedding day will have to wait 'til your ready she was a million places at once she was a calendar girl she was a million people I knew putting out a hand reaching for an understanding turning back the clocks losing time with every equinox take pleasure in a smile the measure of the child still left in you a stranger in this world and I was ready

must have been a long time ago i can't seem to remember that kid i used to know a long time ago must have spent a long time inert when my ego took a trip it just brought me back this lousy t-shirt that says, "kiss me, i'm hurt" must have blown my mind a time or two used to count on my brain cells working but now i count on you and a little human glue i'm not ashamed of skin that i have been or futures i have told i have picked the gift of laughter and put wrapping around my soul there's not a thing that i believe in but rock and roll rewind the days and find your place between hellos and break ups ignore advice, explore your life in whatever way you make up if you can love yourself like someone else then you're never alone must have been a little karma waste when it came back tasting funny i couldn't even finish my plate a little karma waste must have seen the dream that i forgot whenever i woke up sweating bullets i could have taken a shot at the dream that i forgot must have been my evil twin dave martin

well now I'm riding on a mellow mountaintop I'm driving through a yellow green riding on a mellow mountaintop I'm driving through a yellow green and yellow green there's a path I've seen it goes walk don't run, run don't walk don't run away too soon it goes walk don't run, run don't walk, walk don't run away with the spoon riding on a mellow mountaintop I'm driving thorough a yellow green riding on a mellow mountaintop driving through a yellow green now I've been told if there's a fork in the road you go left or right or straight or right or straight or left or straight or left or right down to the valley you go left or right or straight or right or straight or left or straight or left or right but you may not dilly dally well now I'm riding on a mellow mountaintop I'm driving through a yellow green riding on a mellow mountaintop I'm driving through a yellow green and yellow green there's a path I've seen it goes walk don't run, run don't walk don't run away too soon it goes walk don't run, run don't walk, walk don't run away with the spoon well now I'm riding on a mellow mountaintop I'm driving through a yellow green riding on a mellow mountaintop I'm driving through a yellow green

it was green, this highway the floor was only these green balloons the size of apples with countless, faceless people floating by on them I was standing in the corner, watching them and thinking, "well, no face, no eyes" I could do anything, they wouldn't know but when I looked down my own body was fading first to a hologram and then just nothing I could see them but not myself and I started to just float I felt like an untrained astronaut, figure that I couldn't hold on to anything not even an idea, or my own name I was just evaporating but then, I don't remember how, but these five giraffes pulled me down with their teeth and suddenly I was me again and I was mad, like forgetting was better these giraffes (I think they took pity on me), they dropped me down gently next to a green guillotine and this woman started stroking my hair she looked like an angel with skin no halo, just kind of a shimmer to her bronze face and, oh, she had a face, let me tell you she blinded me my limbs froze which made it easier for her to force my head into the lock and say, "you don't love yourself" and she was crying but I could see j-o-y written in green on every cool blue teardrop she was falling from her eyes and I felt my head slide and my body went thud and the angel picked up my head in her hands like a baby and she said, well now, I couldn't tell if she said "mine" or "mind" but I was pretty sure then that she said, "sleep now, and dream of god" and I looked up and her eyes had that little glint against the sun like a. . .like a match in a dark, empty gym and then she said it again she said, "sleep now, and dream of god. . .god, who's androgynous, and you and me and her and him, us well, we're his anatomic bombs and kind of like an angel, I listened

every day of the year there's an american in pain every day of the year people get married just to hyphenate their names every day of the year someone's wishing there were blonde every day of the year you either kill yourself or live on every day of the year ufo's are reading our minds every day of the year people willingly make themselves go blind every day of the year some guy would rather be a girl every day of the year you either spin your wheels or you give it a whirl and if time had a mouth it'd never shut up every day of the year there are monsters under the bed every day of the year weeping mothers take their missing children for dead every day of the year someone slips on a banana peel every day of the year it's either fantasy or we believe it's real and if time would hear me out I'd never shut up rockabye baby in your racking chair you tempus fugitive you start out life naked and you leave it with no hair you tempus fugitive your time to live is now if every day was christmas there'd be no more days to shop peace on earth, baby, give me all you got if every day was halloween, well, people would have to dress up every morning when they wake up with the secret identities that they make up every day