I never killed anyone
I've got nothing to hide
this toon is dying
and I'm crying deep inside
don't cover your eyes

'cause when I look at you
I know you're going to Hell
If you could die, you'd fly
away and cast a spell
all over the town, how pretty is your frown,
baby, maybe we can save the day

I don't like you, but I'll help you
anyway

Please, don't make me take
this shot. Someone is dying
ready or not
if my baby breaks my heart,
then i might start, I'm
falling apart


but you know what happens
when you can't stop laughin'
YOU DIE
you fly away and play
the harp--you die!
oh oh oh!




that's all folks

take a nap and take some pills
take a long walk to forget that you're ill
walk on the snow to silence this sin
they won't hear us go
but they'll know where we've been
stand by a dead tree
soak up the death
stare at the smoke that gets laced with your breath
wait in the silence and try not to sing
hate and love are the same damn thing
walk on the snow to quiet this sin
they won't know we're gone
but they'll see where we've been

Misery is coming up the road in purple shoes
everybody, paint your houses blue
and if he sees me watching from my little golden room
I'll turn my head and lay back
in bed
until he's gone
--not for long

talking to the ceiling with a pillow to my ear
if this room could hear
id always be right here

after the storm dies out and sinks into the dirt
won't you come outside to lift it up
and ask it if it's hurt?
will it lay there forever
--until the end of time
statues might grow old
but they don't die
--they don't die

listen to the statues
they're so quiet when they talk
standing still as if to say:
just look at me and go away
i've never been so angry at a rock
i've never been so angry at a rock
i've never been so angry at a rock

The tree stares back in envy
Or so it seems
Green, glowing leaves hold the power
Of deception, the jaded ambiguity of life
Surfacing to merely show its color
Caught in the plastic glow of floodlights
Engulfed in the deepest black
I look back with unwelcome curiosity
Without the will to act, sometimes actions gleam
Like emerald splinters
Jutting from a diamond’s jagged face
Descending a spiral staircase
That leads into nothing
But darkness and space, a black hole
Ascends the light waves in all directions
And explosion of vibrant jade
That lingers in time and looks about space
I stare
Hoping to notice its breath

The mundane vernacular of modern criticism
held its standpoint like a vice:
let it radiate and pervade the tangent
noise—two-dimensional cities, 45 degrees
North of Highway Zero—
and, therefore, language was light…
Noise and sound shined like a Lite-Brite;
the stars broke free in 45 directions,
bent time and pervaded space,
and knew the victory of chance.
Their light breathed the language of life.

tiny blades of grass
devour the amber sun
radiating life