Ray Baby

                                  

                   
                  

                  

                   Ray Baby with the pineapple nose

                   pants always down around his knees

                   dressed in soiled  and tattered clothes

                   This man about Van

                   hangs at cathedral square

                   and anytime rain or shine

                   you can find him sleepin or shufflin there

                   Whats his story whats his game

                   his alcoholic disfigurement

                   seems a mortal shame

                   But as Ray has been drowning

                   in those wounds that he's drunk

                   his ruined face can't fathom

                   the depths to where he's sunk

                   Hows it goin Ray?

                   Ray always answers "Wonderfull Man"

                   and theres that smile in his eyes

                   that I never really understand

                   Well anyway Ray I'm glad you're smiling

                   and heres a salute to you

                   though I know you'd forego the toast

                   and prefer to have the brew!

Marionettes

                   Puppets on a string

                   we can't do anything

                   Actors in a play

                   told everything to say

                   Characters in a book

                   given a stylized

                   theme and look

                   Puppets on a string

                   make believe everything

                   You thought you were

                   but its not real

                   not even what

                   you think and feel

                   You play your part

                   the show moves on

                   you cross the stage

                   and its all gone

The Fashionably Dead

                   We see you in the glossy magazines

                   on a ten page spread!

                   your fame increased fantastically

                   since you've become one of

                   The Fashionably Dead!

                   You had it all money,fame,and power

                   though ambivalence plagued you with dread

                   but now no more to worry

                   your place is secure in that Nirvana

                   of The Fashionably Dead

                   Yes even now thousands of fans,

                   in your place

                   would happily go instead

                   Oh just to be there in Glory

                   Oh just to be one ...

                   of The Fashionably Dead

                   So as you take the last pill,

                   or hold that barrel to your head

                   just remember it might just

                   make you an Immortal

                   Maybe even the new King

                   of the Fashionably Dead!

Rent-A-Dick

                                  

                   I work security in a

                   mall department store

                   some call me a rent-a-cop

                   others call me a whore

                   But hey I need this job!

                   and I'm doin the best I can

                   and I enjoy a little satisfaction

                   in knowin I'm "The Man"

                   Some sneak thieves think they're smart

                   and others think they're cute

                   but I'm an expert at spottin em

                   and relivin em of their loot

                   So if you come in my place

                   have a good look around

                   just don't pull no funny stuff

                   or off to the pokey you'll be bound

                   Now the stores owner and I

                   have a sacred trust

                   I protect his gold for a lowly wage

                   by grabbin these boosters that I bust

                   Yes its a sorry saga

                   sometimes I'm forced to agree

                   so I'll snap the cuffs on quickly

                   cause you may just try and flee!

                   Just remember:"The Law is The Law"

                   and "The Boss is The Boss" .…..

                   neither them nor I will have any pity on you

                   if you try and cause the "Haves" a loss!

Steroid to Heaven

                   Winning isn't everything

                   but its damn thankless to lose

                   plus theres lots of rich incentives to make

                   winning the lucrative choice to choose

                   You've got your "Proud" Olympic sponsors

                   and that drug like endorsement cash

                   just smile for the corporate gluttons

                   and off with their easy bribes you'll dash?

                   Now if you're todays modern athlete

                   you've got to be buffed and be serious

                   cause commercial sports defecate billions

                   and to ignore that,you'd have to be delirious

                   So any advantage or opportunity you see

                   you've got to grab for quickly and take it

                   as for honour and other quaint considerations

                   well... the "Winning Spirit" just might be

                   the contestant who's clever enough to fake it!

Gone With The Winnebago

                   R.V.Man do you get away

                   from the heated hassels

                   the spewing urban decay

                   R.V.Man can you escape

                   from the political turmoil its

                   strangling tangle of red tape

                   R.V.Man will your

                   expensive vacation

                   buy you any kind of

                   safe or secure salvation

Dark Victory

                   Eagles are magnificent

                   in your eye

                   Eagles decorate your

                   entire patriotic sky

                   Eagles swoop and soar

                   in your head

                   and to all your beliefs

                   they're joined and wed

                   Eagles feather your

                   neat nested conception

                   and their sharp talons

                   tightly strangle out

                   any blasphemys of deception

                   Eagles have become everything

                   you think,do and say

                   you idolize and worship

                   that ravishing bird of prey

                   and as surely as

                   your Eagles do fly high,

                   certainly far below something

                   defenseless will die

Where I Want To Be

                  

                  

                   Away from the hustlers

                   and the musclers

                   Away from the chislers

                   and the fizzlers

                   Away from the assorted

                   sneaky,slimy,sleazy cheats

                   and the other ugly omnivorous

                   humiliations of these cold,

                   barren,burnt out city streets

City of Dreams

            

                   In the City of Dreams

                   everyones a dealer

                   from the real estate guru

                   to the "hip" holistic healer!

                   Here avarice paints costly illusions

                   and stokes the moneyed fire

                   but they all jump into the flames

                   for they fear their Golden Calf

                   might very soon expire?

                   Meanwhile falsehood becomes

                   the letter of the law,while

                   truth is villified the liar

                   

                  

                               

                  

                   

                                 

                 

Fever

                                  

                   We are crazy

                   and totally twisted

                   with a sick inflamation

                   of the brains

                   that can't be resisted

                   We are touched!

                   We've got more than

                   a few screws loose

                   but we can't make

                   any sense of it all

                   so whats its use?

                   Yes we're schizoid

                   and wildly psychotic

                   with irrational fantasies

                   that are both

                   deadly and erotic

                   Oh we are absolutely mad

                   and hopelessly insane

                   but only this disease

                   can hope to kill the pain

Surfaces

      

                                   

                   I want what

                   you look like

                   and what

                   you feel like

                   and what

                   you smell like

                   and what

                   you taste like

                   But thats not really you

                   is it?

                            

Battlegrounds

                   
                   Another day of fading

                   another day of jading

                   another day of wading

                   down this murky street

                   this decaying battleground

                   of endless defeat

                   where death is the only entity

                   that doesn't cheat

Need or Greed

                   We plagued ourselves with notions

                   we poisoned ourselves with potions

                   as we destroyed the forests

                   and the oceans

                   We infected ourselves with wants

                   we diseased ourselves with desires

                   and we let our good intentions

                   stoke the funeral pyres

                   All in the name of personal need

                   we moved forward

                   with a determined greed

                   We killed ourselves with addictions

                   and entertained each other

                   on the dire predictions

                   as if all the bleak forecasts

                   were just some foolish fictions

The Stealer

                   Time you old wheeler dealer

                   you really aren't much of a healer

                   you're more of an essence stealer

                   As you fade out thoughts and

                   dry up desires

                   and slowly dim the lights of

                   our dream fueled fires

                   Leaving us where?

                   in old bodies

                   plagued with aches and care

                   and whatever was that guiding light

                   now its signal is not so bright

                   It all wears down then the

                   intensities fade and scatter

                   and as for the whole crazy game

                   time withdraws the stage for it to matter

Apparitions

                            

                   People of the shadows

                   silhouette a nowhere scene

                   passing through long

                   days of twilight like

                   ghosts who've never been

                   People becoming shadows

                   fading into the gloom

                   hiding behind some dark belief

                   that shields them like a tomb

                   They're not people,just shadows

                   drifting faintly down a weary hall

                   silent,indistinct figures disappearing

                   as the night begins to fall