Notorious Daughter
I was waiting on tables in a café squarely on the main
Mixing martinis and metaphors while waiting for my inevitable big break
Yes. I was given the numbers and then some from the Norma Desmond era dames
But this one was the daughter of ubiquitous icons she was trying to drive to insane
(and she did)
Her mother made her dollars singing her top off
when MTV was quite young
Her father wore suede and leather, and together
they created rock n’ roll, excess, scandal (And a baby girl)
who would one day, trophy their nouveau-riche jet set chic
Yet, she can’t deny the slum, the mud in her blood and her genetic lust for notoriety
I’m in love with a Rock Star’s Daughter
I believe she’s fond of the plebeian son
But her only love is media attention
I swear that I’ve been discreet
But paparazzi find us wherever we meet
The last night I saw her we took some pictures that we swore would be destroyed
She ventured that she could love me and to feel free, to deploy my favorite tabloid
When my conscience said “burn the evidence…. JUST TO BE SURE”
By the time my foot had touched the floor, the internet world were all in the know that…
I’m in love with the Rock Star’s daughter
I believe she’s fond of the plebian son
But her only love is media attention
I swear that I’ve been discreet
But paparazzi find us off wherever we meet
(because she calls them)
I woke up next to a notorious daughter
(why did I fall in love with her)
I woke up next to a notorious daughter
(her parents bribed me to stay away from her)
I woke up next to a notorious daughter
(but no on can get a hold of her now)
Anhedonic And Loving It
I would take you anywhere, to be left alone.
Would you dislike me, if I loved myself?
I misinterpreted genius for keeping busy,
Until I found God in idleness.
Now my emotions are microwavable,
2 minutes, and they’re on the table
I’m smitten with disappointment.
Fascinated with frustration.
Been engaged to bitterness, fallen in love with rage.
I can hear you in any crowd,
That’s why you’re my friend.
When you don’t see things through my eyes,
my perception of you is impaired.
Now your nudity only seduces my fatigue. (I’m so tired)
Life is the book I am force-read,
Even though I’ve figured how it ends.
I’m smitten with Disappointment.
Fascinated with Frustration.
Been engaged to Bitterness,
Married to the Rage. (I Do)
I’ve tangled with Jealousy.
Bought a shot for Destitute.
Spent nights flirting with Success,
Only to sleep with Hate.
I’d love to love all but I’m anhedonic
I’d love to love life but you turned me off it
N.D.G. Romances
We always meet at someone’s party
You always say that I look charming
Witty, pithy and looking spiffy
“Hombre” of the city.
Wishing your love interests were more like myself
Then you wander off with everybody else
We laughed at the drunkard jocks
The fuzz who crawl from under rocks
As we mock all their flaws
But then you jump into a cab
With some typical yob
and you pressed me to delve into my trusty vinyl Southpaw
but you never call me when you’re drunk
and I would surely be stupefied
if I were the one that you drunk dialed
every once in a while
that might even make me smile
You call me on your wedding night
Saying “my lover is not my type”
Make some vague dinner date
That you always cancel late
For your meeting with A.A
This life could be fleetingly great
If we could steal away
For a few hours
If only for a few minutes
A moment in a seedy closet
I’m sure I could make you smile
Without merging out intellects (again and again)
But you never call me when you’re drunk
and I would surely be stupefied
if I were the one that you drunk dialed
every once in a while
that surely would make me smile
I’m almost sure that would make me smile
If only for a limited time
The Girl Who Delivers Eulogies
She’s a chocolate heart with passion to burn
A pepper spray tongue with a gentle concern
Tall enough to woo fruit off of any God’s tree
Have you met the girl who delivers eulogies?
She gets angry when I think cryptically
She gets worried when I speak silently
A soundtrack to souls who mourn youth quietly.
Have you met the girl who delivers eulogies?
She is everyone’s friend so she always makes the speech
Photographic memory, yet desires speaking freely
Alone in her teens but now destined to me
Have you met the girl, who delivers eulogies?
Love is like a newborn baby trying to breathe
It may be simple but never easy
(except for The Girl)
Have you met the girl who delivers eulogies?
The Diegesis
Last night an angel gave me notice
10 seconds to decide between death and life
Tried to bargain 20
She wouldn’t give to me
I chose living and phoned it in
But messengers take a lousy message
And the Server has crashed again
And the film caption read:
“Life’s always been a bitch to me”
Behind a cloudburst, I hear you
Weeping a rainstorm for a flower that will never bloom
My Invitations to tea, you always refuse politely
Now I’m stuck here in this afterlife
Playing cards with apostles
Who’d rather play dice
Maybe I’ll get it right…. next life
And the thespian said:
“Life never suffers fools like me”
next life (yes, no, maybe)
As the Film usher swept, he said;
“that had could me on screen”
Propaganda Vehicle
I roam around the world (with my propaganda vehicle)
I like to impress the girls
We’re having so much fun
Wouldn’t dare exclude anyone!
Why bleed on a double-edged sword?
When I have a sharpened tongue
And a “medium is message” bulletin board
Our goal, of course is the truth
Information super highway route
Middle aged, the old and youth
A pound of pressure on an ounce of proof
I’m placing all my stock in my propaganda vehicle
Get on this boat because it really rocks in our propaganda vehicle
Who needs a double-edged sword?
(I don’t, do you?)
La La La
(I boogie in my buggy)
A Metaphysical Girl
Ah…Metaphysical Girl
She owns all the handles
Her minarets of faith cover every angle
Ah…Metaphysical girl
Harbors an answer
In a body blood that leave Christian rockers in traction
A Metaphysical girl
She’s interested in the afterlife
And the plans you make
When you’re done gallivanting with your wife
She’ll question your theology
But once the curtains are drawn,
She summons varied deities
A Metaphysical Girl
I heard she shoplifts a man’s state,
And places his head
On a Sotheby (hmm) auctioned collection Plate.
I’ve seen her spiritual world
And heard her landlord lament
of those Sunday morning rituals.
A Metaphysical Girl
She knows.
She’s all knowing.
Answers are questions with cursed punctuations.
A man and woman alone end in revelations
Lili St. Cyr
Lili St. Cyr
Was always sincere
When she was writhing in her Undie World
Flying G’s and greased police
(Nothing has changed in the 21st century)
Lili St. Cyr
Was always sincere
When she wed lovers and escorted beards
Tommy gun men were swelling with tears
When Lili said; “I do” to Hollywood
La La La Lili St.Cyr
Our loved and lust pioneer
From Sunset to Beautiful Quebec
Where Sex was currency, Lili paid the debt
Wet in a bath on Gayety’s mat
Now every vixen owes you an epitaph
Be my guest friends of burlesque
But don’t be remiss and forget
The Reverse Strip started HERE!
With Lili St. Cyr…
We love you Lili.
You lovely Sinner.
Our loved and Lust Pioneer
The Superb Eastenders
The Elderly complaining
of rising costs and leaders who never fall
Adolescents in secluded embarrassment
Wonder why their first loves never call
Neighborhood watchers worried about the new family
who isn’t from the old country
The postman opens half the mail
An uncle spends his half on bail
Time passed will call this comedy
But today we call it life with The Superb Eastenders
A sister’s LP borrowed and scratched
A brother the bailiff has yet to catch
And a family line between circle and arc
A mother in God and TV she vows
A father who reads on the Hippodrome couch
And a pet who prefers your closet to the park
The next door neighbor trims his lawn
And wonders where your aunt is gone
Because he craves her just desserts
The tenant is a transvestite
the garden smells of pesticide
And a curious child gurgles and learns
In the key of D minor
The postman opens half the mail
An uncle spends his half on bail
Time passed will call this comedy
But today we call it life
with The Superb Eastenders
Metropolis
Unveiling foreign currencies
Taking snapshots of rank street corners
In a scene that wishes it was Paris
Designed to levee more taxes
To some this is tourism heaven
Devour a piece in about 2 weeks
We call this our home for the remainder
Though countless push us off the mountain
Metropolis, your burden is insatiable
Who will carry it when we leave?
Who will pay for all the energy that lights our ordained alleys
Equine gifts, cobblestone and potholes
Brewery wafts are enough to Gomorrahlize me
the exodus will soon finish us
So seize 2 of each sin as you leave her
A broken neck will see in all directions
That is your view of us I’ve reckoned
From their high horse, all is peaceful
But From Where I stand all is abandoned
Metropolis, your burden is insatiable
Who will carry it when we leave?
Who will pay for all the energy that lights your ordained alleys?
Goodbye old lover, Adieu old friend
I want to take you with me but you know I can’t
Au Revoir Metropolis
Adieu Metropolis
Coliseum
“Smile for once” you plead with me
“You tipple spite like a fine wine”
All the joy we deemed so easy
Dissipates when I see your face
White stars line us up to see, that
We’re ominous like an icicle dangling
Your deafening stare leaves me despaired
And wondering where we go from there
If we went out walking
They might think that we were
some old world Hollywood couple
Who roared in black in white
But they don’t see the lovers whose passion has slowly died
And if you think ours is la vie en rose
You must be color blind, My Dear.
Romantics think they’re the Coliseum
Touched by gods to defy Ages
More often they’re the tower of Pisa.
Whom gravity assures all crash to earth
If we went out walking
They might think that we were
some old world glamorous couple
Who roared in black in white
But they don’t see the lovers whose passion has slowly died
And if you think ours is la vie en rose
You must be color blind, My Dear.
You must be color blind. My Dear
That’s us.
Some Days Never Come
Underachievers, under takers, faith fakers begging to sign the waiver
While they pray for an ever after and the rolls of lucky seven
Some days, they never come.
The pope’s in a limo, waiting for Godot
While Billy Shakes equates;
“I am bickerings too slow with nervous perverts and the pimps in negotiation”
But some days, even players on the stage, never come
Some days, they never come
Adam and Eve sitting in a tree, S.I.N.N.I.N.G.
While the trinity check the odds and lay down the parlay
Some days, they never come
East ender, starers at shiny tassel wearers (who)
Exhaust positions with well to do musicians
For the royalty, and a slice of the copyright infringement
Like your moment to shine, like love, like justice
Some days, they never come
Looking for a potion. Flying frozen oceans
Dying to solve the quotient when the usual pharmaceuticals
Wont soothe you (because their isn’t one) and there never was
Like your moment to shine, like love, like justice
Some days, they never come
The Moon and the Sun in a fisticuff.
Debating their importance with Jamaican Rum
No One Won. (The argument pre-empted by us silly humans).
Like your moment to shine, like love, like justice
Some days, they never come
Somewhere a hoodlum watches graffiti run, worried about a policeman.
Somewhere a Singer waits for an old friend to lay down the drums
But like your moment to shine, like love, like justice
Some days they never come.
One day, some day will never come.
Detractor Trailer
I’m sure, you’ll come out of the woodwork
When my song goes number one.
I’m sure you’ll pen a tell all book
When my song goes number one.
Let Laman Know