2.5013 : 1/23/19 : Do I Dare

Do I dare?

Boy I must

think I'm special

to think the

universe would notice

I'd get halfway

near that threshold

this unfashionable

slum

in the great

Milky Way

just a turn of phrase

I assure you

not remotely

in play

what

2.4932 : 11/3/18 : The Joy

All I want

the joy the passion

jettison politics

commerce

fashion

if only you'd confirm

the art for

my pursuit

am I ignoring

the obvious

or waiting for a

dead tree to bear fruit

what

2.3599 : 3/11/15 : Must Be the Ties (Endless Axis 332/500)

Must be the ties

or the blue shoelaces

must be luck

or friends in high places

none of the above

some just excel

some seem born

to sigh say oh well

If everybody

gave it all and then some

if everybody

got behind Kingdom Come

we'd be outta jobs

we professional mopes

lucky these days

everybody's buried under tropes

what

35 : 5/15/98 : Go Away

They don't look like us
They don't act like us
They don't have respect
They look back at us
They don't dress like us
They don't talk like us
They don't live like us
They don't walk like us

They don't...

Why don't they make them go away
Cause all the problems anyway
They're standin' in front of our bright new day
Wouldn't it all be better if they all just went away...

They don't...

We the people
In order to form a more perfect union
We the people
In order to form a more perfect union
We the people
In order to form a more perfect union

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here

5 : 4/15/98 : Men Without Style

(“What is Fashion?... It is usually a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months” - Oscar Wilde)

We're wear wear wearing
our coats of many colors
with the black side out
So as not to raise a shout

We keep our colors
Up against our skins
we don't reveal our intention
And we pass you without mention

What you call fashion
One more circuit to drain your energy
We are men without style
Without encumbrance almost relatively free

You won't forget the day when
we reverse our tactics
When we let our colors fly
And raise our ragged battle cry

The men without style have landed
We are among you...
We are among you...

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here