From Under

if you don't like your number
trying to get out from under
providence comes and offers sweetly
swallow the dream you like

some buy a dream crutch to survive
somebody says, "don't sell me lies" ...

so providence kindhearted lady
sent round all her salesmen
with toy revolutions and more ...

cadillac gurus
old jesus new circus
blind fifties revivals
the wind up pelvis band
keeps on playing
still someone's saying
"don't sell me lies"

so providence called her last friend
heroin the charming ocean
patient enough for every problem
silent enough to drown so many good friends

providence of illusion
providence whore of fat kings
leave them alone!

lady you'll never get them
lady you'll never win
they are miles from your zoo

even sad
even dying of sadness
they are the winners
beautiful winners
they are the land of your fall ...

Harlequin

and everyone of us
junkees and ghosts of freedom square
spoke through his waving hands
wept on his brother face
wispered through painted lips
rusty phrases forgotten lines
thinking of arrows lost
shooting them past the pain

and everyone of us
losers and lost and underdogs
just scraps of our younger minds
we danced all around the square
jumped to his see-through horn
screaming shouting forgotten lines
shooting our rage again
like arrows far past the pain

and when the dogs fast arrived
baying across the town
we were there
all of us
a million harlequins

and the town
bloomed alive
like a beautiful night fair
and we were there
all of us
to be the rite of many ...

Chocolate Kings

shirly temple dipped her dimples
in favorite nurcery rhymes
big mamas love was pure and simple
and gentle dollar signs
sang out lullabies

so sorry
her superman is losing fans
and i am so sorry
so sorry
they've packed her bags
they've stacked her flags
and we are so sorry

her supermarket kingdom is falling
her war machines on sale
no one left to worship the heroes
her tv gods have failed
hope she takes a look in the mirror
while she is on her way home ...

her supermarket kingdom is falling
her war machines on sale
no one left to worship the heroes
her tv gods have failed
so sorry

her superman is losing fans
and i am so sorry
so sorry
they've packed her bags
they've stacked her flags
and we are so sorry

Out on the Roundabout

got a cotton hat
to wear all year round
got a time disease
that keeps me upsidedown
and the willow trees
are spittin' out some green
i would give a look
but springtime looks a scream
        out of the roundabout
        out of the roundabout

new all the seasons run together
and the middle days are gone
wothout our weather repetitions
i can't shake my dice
can't skip a line no no no no no ...

2.
had my bicycle risin'
fast wheelin' and climbin'
the equinox hurdles
over gates of heat

even numbrs to bring out
and courses to follow
in search of the days
before i missed their beat

i ran into a black cat
good taste for all timing
his ivory shaker
couldn't pour out rain

i've been truckin' and trackin'
still missin' the rhythm
of changes that used to
make me feel all right ...

i met birds on a cable
a dark feathered station
time flown for migration
but they wouldn't fly

askin' cherries and peaches
to work on their accents
a natural compass
but they fooled me good

i've been joggin' and jugglin'
still missin' the rhythm
of changes that used to
make me feel all right ...

Paper Charmes

how far we seemed to fly
calling life a sugar spoon
pain was a bird to fight
sending feathered sticky kites
through the night

spring saw us leaving
thinking to slide down a moony river
but reaching just a cardboard sea
the promised wonderland

cross the drums
battle sounds
soon we lost
our paper wings

knew the thirst
knew the pain
learned to walk

to the man
trying to stand
we composed
our best songs

iron shoes
tramped on us
mad fanfare
of dirty tunes

then we knew
taste of dust
learned to fight

to the man
shaking fists
we composed
our last songs