Don’t lullaby me
If you’re sinister
Just don’t

On my road
Folks don’t fly that way
For naught

You ask in the wiggle of doubt
That’s all I really know
It suffices and warns

Sport
Just for sport
Yammering on
Ugly so ugly
It was all so embarrassing
And he didn’t stop you
But chose to be the and
Of Bonnie and Clyde
Cause you had all
The other parts covered
And you committed
Like a tick
On the underbelly
Of a ‘coon
And you sucked the life
Out of that moment
The air out the room
And in the stifling back seat
We knew
You knew
She was
Better than you
You were such an ass

Oh yeah
You betcha
There for a minute
You really were
A Cadillac queen
Weren’t you
But did you actually
Open the pink
I can’t remember
But my
It would have been
Just like you
You rolling through
Dirt roads and ghettos
With your better-than-you smile
And your better-than-you glare
And your better-than-you hands
Through your better-than-you hair
Driving right by the Hunts
Feeling oh so good
About yourself
And oh so small
Bet you would have
Flicked your cigarette
Bet you would have
Taken a swig
As big as you were
As big as you did
Made ya feel almost as good
Almost as sane
Almost as rich
As Enemy James and Enemy Jane

Tired deep
Of you thinking
Thinking I need a ribbing
With each question I ask
Tired deep
Cause the perfect ask
Isn’t worth my time
That, love, is called an answer
Tired deep
Of you asking not to think
Spoon-fed adults
Need to move on
Tired deep
And ever so weary
Of your cry baby mood
Just make your cry baby move
Tired deep
Of your lessons and lessons
Especially from a teacher
Who is self-professed not the one
Tired deep
And deeply tired in my bones
Cause I’ve fished here too long
And this pond‘s gone swamp
I’m tired deep

This door
Leads to the garden
Where we should
Soak the seeds
And if we had the key
I’m sure there would be
Fruit that would come
From our labor

Always always something new
Always something new
Always always something new
Always something new

The current
Goes to the delta
Where by and by
Morning comes
And if not for the damn
You know we’d wake the dawn
With fine fine songs
From our lungs

Always always something new
Always something new
Always always something new
Always something new

The newscast
Speaks with a warning
We need to heed
Lest we die dead
And if not for the past
Of lies we might believe it
But for now we’ll be
Good left alone

Always always something new
Always something new
Always always something new
Always something new

Been stepping in and out
Of having peace of mind
All thanks to you
Who placed a jester
Under my skin
Been stepping in and out
Of having the time of my life
No thanks to you
Who pulled the plug
And hemmed me in

Been falling
Been fallin’
Been falling
Been fallin’

Strum past
Your waste
Stream on
And on
Strum past
Your waste
Stream on

Been falling
Been fallin’
Been falling
Been fallin’

Been climbing in and out
Of crippled party lines
All thanks to you
Who pulled the terra-cotta
Veil over my eyes
Been climbing in and out
Of certain prairie pines
No thanks to you
Who knuckled past
The center line

That said
And it didn’t do a bit of good
That said
And the first shot
That said
And we all busted a gut
That said
And tight lips
That said
And one excuse after another
That said
And so much guilt
That said
And waves of comfort
That said
And so many things are confirmed
That said
And a bit of closure

Sit it out
Bronze and curly
Chasing around a cat
With no intentions
Of catching
Or being caught
You are the slipperiest part
Of wishy-washy high-waters
You beg and beg
To advise the president
Then hurl yourself
Into the pit of quit
With a cross-bow
Then an oar

You dizzy you
You dizzy me
And angels even
Tip their heads
And whisper
Bless her heart
Well bless her

You, chattering on
With conviction
And certainty
About how mute you must be
Articulating perfectly
It’s the high-beamed high-light
High-minded serpentine
Waver of a leader
Who would rather quit
Than punctuate a thought
Talk louder
With zigs and zags
And cut your prey
Then chew lazily

You dizzy you
You dizzy me
And angels even
Tip their heads
And whisper
Bless her heart
Well bless her

There is a deep evil
Inside all of us
Isn’t there
A capacity
To decapitate
To amputate
To nail to the floor
To dream gruesome things
To turn away
Or look
It’s a wonder
There’s a water
That can wash
It all away

Which me would you keep
Under lock and key
To stay away forever
Or walk leisurely

Which shade of my persona
Would you just as soon omit
Or magnify and linger longer
For just a little bit

Would you say that any part
Is your favorite or your haunt
That leaves you feeling full
Or starved and raw and gaunt

Would you do it all again
Are you sorry that you cared
For someone who leaves you held
But also leaves you scared

Which me – Which me
Would you keep