Enjoy Every Sandwich
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to pull rank on you.
I didn't want to have to do this.
I'm with the Mattress Police.
There are no tags on these mattresses.
Monday, December 30, 2019
I've wasted all my tears
Wasted all those years
And nothing had the chance to be good
Nothing ever could
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads
Sunday, December 29, 2019
They did the job, money came with ease
But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
He robbed another and another and a sister and her brother
Saturday, December 28, 2019
Yeah when you call my name
I salivate like a Pavlov dog
Yeah when you lay me out
My heart is beating louder than a big bass drum, alright
Our problem is that people are obedient allover the world in the face of poverty and
starvation and stupidity, and war and cruelty. Our problem is that people are obedient while the jails are full of petty thieves.. (and) the grand thieves are running the country
Friday, December 27, 2019
We all need a big reduction in the amount of tears
And all the people you made in your image
See them fighting in the street
Cause they can't make opinions meet about
Thursday, December 26, 2019
I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwing punches around
And preaching from my chair
If you can walk away from a landing, it's a good landing.
If you use the airplane the next day, it's an outstanding landing.
Wednesday, December 25, 2019
He's the king of the jungle jive
Look at that caveman go!
He's got a chauffeur that's a genuine dinosaur
Tuesday, December 24, 2019
How am I feelin', better, I suppose
How am I lookin', I don't want the truth
What am I doin', I ain't in my youth
I'm past my prime, or was that just a pose?
As stars are born and die, the phenomena of suffering and love are projected
onto Earth to play out in the seeming inconsequentiality of our human lives.
We are the broken metaphors of a cosmos that is beyond
Friday, December 20, 2019
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paperboy brings more
There's a lotta things about me you don't know anything about, Dottie.
Things you wouldn't understand.
Things you couldn't understand.
Things you shouldn't understand.
Hey, baby, do you come here often?
Would you like some wine?
Hey, mama, I'd like to talk to you about your moon sign
Thursday, December 19, 2019
When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think I am free
Pittsburgh isn't there anymore
rode by it
on the gray horse and instead
a place where they go sick
a place of only mist
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
I got to get into this dude's pelt and crawl around for a few days.
Who's the gopher's ally? His friends.
The harmless squirrel and the friendly rabbit.
Tuesday, December 17, 2019
Wednesday, December 4, 2019
Well Stu I'll tell you, surfing's not a sport, it's a way of life, it's no hobby.
It's a way of looking at that wave and saying,
"Hey bud, let's party!"
Tuesday, December 3, 2019
Caught my attention then you grabbed my heart
I felt your good vibrations right from the start
I can't seem to bring myself to say
Monday, December 2, 2019
Loving you isn't the right thing to do
How can I ever change things that I feel?
If I could, maybe I'd give you my world
How can I when you won't take it from me?
Sunday, December 1, 2019
... So many people that we've loved and cared about are not here anymore,
but you carry them around inside you.
The older you get, the more your life becomes a quiet conversation with the dead.