2.1466 : 5/8/09 : Pardon (The Golden Age: 12/100)

You may borrow someone else’s crummy poison

never knowing or intending

You may be the one doing right

to find yourself supple and bending

Pardon pardon say what you must

nothing exempts anyone from dust to dust

What you’re hearing’s nothing personal

everything’s got value howso it might seem a bust

this bad noise is making me cringe

though it’s all smoke and entertainment

there’s just some horrible people out there

and my saying so just prove’s the column’s bent

Pardon pardon say what you must

nothing exempts anyone from dust to dust

What you’re hearing’s nothing personal

everything’s got value howso it might seem a bust

pardon pardon pardon pardon

it could happen to anyone

Pardon pardon say what you must

nothing exempts anyone from dust to dust

What you’re hearing’s nothing personal

everything’s got value howso it might seem a bust

Pardon pardon say what you must

nothing exempts anyone from dust to dust

What you’re hearing’s nothing personal

everything’s got value howso it might seem a bust

nothing’s personal dust to dust

nothing’s personal dust to dust

what

2.1465 : 5/7/09 : Shun (The Golden Age: 11/100)

Shalt not shall and shalt not shall

that game is pretty old there pal

I got a lotta rule on rule I won’t do

this or that no not ever

I know I’m barking like a little dog

I know I’m not that clever

Shun darkness

seek light

wish a lot I was one

born for sweet delight

Well it’s all about all wrapping up

it’s all about the ritual

the future is a made up toy

reality is all virtual

Shun darkness

seek light

wish a lot I was one

born for sweet delight

Cannot deny the sweetness every day

Sometimes wish it was all I found to say

Shun darkness

seek light

wish a lot I wasn’t

born to these endless nights

Shun darkness

seek light

wish a lot I was one of you

born to such sweet delight

what

2.1464 : 5/6/09 : Vacate (The Golden Age: 10/100)

There’s nothing here and I’ve known that

known it ten or more years

Everything is predictable

exactly what it appears

vacate this simulacrum

of a past that’s totally gone

if you’re looking back and tasting salt

You know you’re doing it wrong

A clone of fifty malformed knobs

Surely been five hundred more

dumb doorstops of dumb obstinance

refuse to recognize the door

vacate this simulacrum

of a past that’s totally gone

if you’re looking back and tasting salt

You know you’re doing it wrong

vacate this simulacrum

of a past that’s totally gone

if you’re looking back and tasting salt

You know you’re doing it wrong

Where’s that spirit of salt

the fire in your belly is the spirit

where’s the spirit of salt

have you got that spirit

what

2.1463 : 5/5/09 : Intro (The Golden Age: 9/100)

here’s the intro

I’ll only get away with this shit once

So here’s the verse

Yeah not really what’s on my mind

you think I care at this point

you must be blind

So sing a chorus

whoah-oh

chorus whoah-oh-ah

really wish I could

cut and paste with a pen

after the second verse I have to

write that damn chorus again

So sing a chorus

whoah-oh

chorus whoah-oh-ah

here’s a little bridge so what

I really need to get this done

So sing a chorus

whoah-oh

a chorus whoah-oh-ah

Sing a chorus

whoah-oh

sing a chorus

Whoah oh hey oh oh

ah yeah

what

2.1462 : 5/4/09 : Crybaby (The Golden Age: 8/100)

What in the world is

vexing you my prince

I can’t find no causation

I can’t find no evidence

cry cry crybaby

you’re still a baby to me

cry cry crybaby

you’re still a baby to me

Pull out my hair

gnash my teeth flat

wrestle with my conscience

like I don’t get enough of that

cry cry crybaby

you’re still a baby to me

cry cry crybaby

you’re still a baby to me

cry cry crybaby

you’re still a baby to me

cry cry crybaby

you’re still a baby to me

cry cry crybaby

you’re still a baby to me

cry cry crybaby

you’re still a baby to me

what

2.1461 : 5/3/09 : Pace (The Golden Age: 7/100)

Pace that cage yeah you’re not funny

what a strange thing to do for money

pace one pace two

wall to wall

that’s not funny

no not at all

You must know it the way you stalk

there broad bold lines the angry talk

pace one pace two

wall to wall

that’s not funny

no not at all

pace one pace two

wall to wall

that’s not funny

no not at all

pace one pace two

wall to wall

that’s not funny

no not at all

what

2.1460 : 5/2/09 : Pretty Soon (The Golden Age: 6/100)

Pretty soon pretty soon I’m gonna

pretty soon I’m gonna get there

I can’t let it stop me I guess

I can’t find no in every yes

at some point it’s got to start making sense

Someday I’ve got to find the present tense

And soon pretty soon that

train that ship that

bright new day that breakthrough trip

Push on and every other cliché

Well you’re long gone so what do you have to say

off somewhere drinking yourself to death

and I can’t say I care for the taint on my breath

oh soon pretty soon that

train that ship that

bright new day that breakthrough trip

Pretty soon pretty soon I’m gonna

Pretty soon I’m gonna get there

Oh soon pretty soon that

train that ship that

bright new day that breakthrough trip

Oh soon pretty soon that

train that ship that

bright new day that break through trip

pretty soon pretty soon I’m gonna

pretty soon I’m gonna get there

what

2.1459 : 5/1/09 : Sunshine (The Golden Age: 5/100)

Yay oh yah it’s a

bright new shiny amazing day

look how the sun shines

bunnies and valentines

shine shine shine

see what’s come to pass

shine shine blow a little sunshine up my ass

throw that bunny in a blender

throw that fist right through plate glass

blow some sunshine pretty sunshine

blow that rainbow up my ass

Shine shine shine

see what’s come to pass

Shine shine blow a little sunshine up my ass

Shine shine shine

see what’s come to pass

Shine shine blow a little sunshine up my ass

Shine shine shine

see what’s come to pass

Shine shine blow a little sunshine up my ass

if you’re down you are

feeling blue

pucker up I’ll blow a little

sunshine back at you

what

2.1458 : 4/30/09 : Rewind (The Golden Age: 4/100)

They’re saying it’s all in the

remix these days whatever

is was whatever was plays

Rewind my play look at the reels

turn and spin unspooling their spiels

I’m not turning anything into anything

I make it all from scratch every word I sing

It’s harder than it looks to rewind

jettison all your sunken cost

everything not glorified is forgotten

everything not retained is lost

The exercises are not making me stronger

what’s supposed to be succinct is getting longer

what’s supposed to be easy is complicated

no way at all to rewind what I’ve created

It’s harder than it looks to rewind

jettison all your sunken cost

everything not glorified is forgotten

everything not retained is lost

is lost everything retained not glorified

jettison rewind harder than your sunken sanctified

It’s harder than it looks to rewind

jettison all your sunken cost

everything not glorified is forgotten

everything not retained is lost

It’s harder than it looks to rewind

jettison all your sunken cost

everything not glorified is forgotten

everything not retained is lost

what

2.1457 : 4/29/09 : Ganzfeld (The Golden Age: 3/100)

Ganzfeld - a blank screen man

I’ve for material I’ve got a plan

It may be weird it may be raw

but I’ll swallow it all in my relentless maw

I have to rush so much

forget how the word was spelled

but I’ll figure it out

I swear immersed in the ganzfeld

Narrow halls that I traverse

wishing for the miraculous

It turns out somehow good or bad

marvelous or crapulous

I have to rush so much

forget how the word was spelled

but I’ll figure it out

I swear immersed in the ganzfeld

I have to rush so much

forget how the word was spelled

but I’ll figure it out

I swear immersed in the ganzfeld

I have to rush so much

forget how the word was spelled

but I’ll figure it out

I swear immersed in the ganzfeld

what

2.1456 : 4/28/09 : Lose it on the Floor (The Golden Age: 2/100)

Let there be light let there be bass

let there be groove eternal

let it loose let it go let it breathe

celestial or eternal

If you’re going to lose it

better lose it on the floor

work it out bring it out bring it on

oh baby lose it on the floor

I haven’t got a clue or a penny

I don’t know right from wrong

I try God knows I try but I

can only bring to you my song

If you’re going to lose it

better lose it on the floor

work it out bring it out bring it on

oh baby lose it on the floor

If you’re going to lose it

better lose it on the floor

work it out bring it out bring it on

oh baby lose it on the floor

why not lose it on the floor

bring it out work it work it work it work it

work it all out on the floor

It’s what we’re dancing for

what

2.1455 : 4/27/09 : Golden Age II (The Golden Age: 1/100)

Everything is glittering- it must mean something right?

So I declare begins a golden age tonight

I knew the minute you came back to town

I would start something with you that would gain renown

no mere dalliance no passing phase

I’d draw you to my golden age to turn a phrase

You are my golden age - here’s my new golden rule

I will do anything not to look a fool… to you

It has all transpired just as I predicted

I could almost believe it to be divinely scripted

And I cannot evoke a single complaint

Each minute with you golden, dare you to say it ain’t

You are my golden age - here’s my new golden rule

I will do anything not to look a fool… to you

This is no fool’s gold, not a particle of pyrite

I am proving it all again tonight, tonight

You are my golden age - here’s my new golden rule

I will do anything not to look a fool… to you

You are my golden age - here’s my new golden rule

I will do anything not to look a fool… to you

what

2.1454 : 4/26/09 : Golden Age

Who would have guessed

the golden age was

just a matter of repeating the hook

keep everything light

and everything jolly

run it a while every line by the book

Not really my forte

not much for the bubblegum

I’ll never know if I don’t try

a cute little project

a minor distraction

while I try to hook other fish to fry

what

2.1453 : 4/25/09 : Paste

A fistful of bloody paste

smeared across the page

You’d think that given the spectacle

I would display a little rage

but I am calm my face is clear

it’s not emotional political or art

it’s just my way of getting to zero

it’s just my way to start

what

2.1452 : 4/24/09 : Kick to the Head

Could I really deliver

the kick to the head

to every worthless word

I’ve ever said

and start a blank page

something so much finer

if I dug deep enough

if I dug like a miner

what

2.1451 : 4/23/09 : Screw

I like it when you get

about two thirds in

and it starts to chirp

and squeak

while you keep twisting

give it a push try

not to strip the thread

I’ll be turning this screw

until the day I’m dead

who knows the flu could get me

I might not see next year

on top of fear itself

we’ve got every damn

thing to fear

Hey look big surprise

another job to do

no surprise at all of course

another turn of the screw

what

2.1450 : 4/22/09 : Chat

Rip everything down into

five second chat

killing time like I’ve got it

tip the hat

How smoothly she slips out of

the conversation

that’s cool yeah I remember

that reiteration

what

2.1449 : 4/21/09 : Angry Bitch

This angry bitch I harbor in my breast

barks till it seems it’s apt to

burst my chest

these crummy little scraps of

doggerel verse

I have to wonder how

I earned this curse

what

2.1448 : 4/20/09 : Rip You Off

Just when you think 

they couldn’t rip you off harder

just when you thought you

were working it smarter

just when you think

you figured it out

they’ll change the rules on you

without a doubt

balls anyway

they got you playing the game

and a pile of dung

by any other name

might grow a perfect rose

yes it might well

but by the time you climb to pluck it

you’ll have lost your sense of smell

what

2.1447 : 4/19/09 : The Natural

Can this be the natural

outcome of blind circumstances

can this sick suboptimal

world be the sum of all our chances

feel like something’s out to get me

Well you say I’m paranoid

Haven’t you noticed every man or woman

that’s ever been has finally been destroyed

I do my best to reconcile this world with God

you chalk it all up to the natural world

I don’t see the difference as all that vast

despite all the venom that’s been hurled

Guess I could try for the lecture circuit

I bet I’d be a natural at that

but I’ve got some dim aspiration

to a higher calling so to you I tip my hat

what

2.1446 : 4/18/09 : Silver Fish

You better be ready to

be quick with your true wish

tonight you’re going to hook that silver fish

out of the stream that flows

in every neighborhood on earth

mostly live in pipes around these parts

think on that shame for what it’s worth

but in a dream my hooks are sharp

and silver plated steel

I drop it without bait or bobbin

play it just by feel

knowing I’ll feel a touch

and knowing what that touch will be

I’ll land my little silver fish and for its promise

gladly set it free

what

2.1445 : 4/17/09 : Circle

Got lost in the woods stupid kept walking

She got that look on her face

Stupid just kept talking

It’s hard to say because to me

these trees all look the same

but it sure looks to me like

we are back to just the place we came

from and the circle we

moronically described out there

is just the perfect metaphor

said stupid to a blank stare

oh stupid sees it now the way the days

have spilled out of his hand

while he tried to concoct a story 

of how it was all really planned

there is no resolution no

solution no because

So stupid plowed ahead again

so stupid is as stupid does

what

2.1444 : 4/16/09 : Days

Dropping days like beats and I’m

sick of keeping track

Dropping words like cords of wood

I’m chopping tossing on the stack

Nothing I can eat and if I burn it

it won’t burn for long

meant not to but here again

I’m writing about the song

hell with it what if I just

don’t want to take my life out of the box

something should be left mine

to last when all the bullshit walks

So this gets the iteration

just the endless why why why

I sent it to the fire I swear

but somehow it just would not die

what

2.1443 : 4/15/09 : Hour and Hour

Bright and dark hour and hour

a stupid reason for a stupid habit

only the hollow clamor sickness growing strong

nothing waiting anywhere, no one there to grab it

what

2.1442 : 4/14/09 : Chain

3,362 : 11 ?

If I don’t break this chain

I fear this train will run me over

while I’m bending down trying to

pluck myself a four leaf clover

but what the hell at this late date

have I tried all or nothing

This wreck I hate this

dumb state and always always rushing

I started building links before

my voice had changed

and when I hit the ivory tower

delivery had been arranged

and I made sure each job I took

gave me the time to forge a few

each day and now the chain

lies thick and knotted between me and you

And I can say any bold words

I don’t have faith in proclamations

And if you don’t know where to run

you can’t expect your destinations

It’s nice to be forthright and cheerful

good to stalwartly face pain

but how much does it matter

nothing seems to break the chain

what

2.1441 : 4/13/09 : Worse Than Expected

To find it’s not even as good as

but worse than expected

the idea of getting ahead

fully rejected and

my mind full of useless

graceless wants

and not a bit of anything

in all my old haunts

I want to be better

and not just to be so

but when I try to find what’s worth it

every door seems to say no

and my last idea

got thrown under this bus

hope I can fish it back out

but I am dubious

what

2.1440 : 4/12/09 : Faith

Getting my faith tested by

the faithful but dense

my arrogance, my woeful

charity is immense

I’m guilty of a heart of violence

guilty of greed

and it’s a soft and cloudy faith

that lives in me indeed

what

2.1439 : 4/11/09 : Fully Defeated

Feeling fully defeated

by the prevailing spirit

and the weak ass rhymes

that this weak flesh doth inherit

did you hear my little talk

the fine tremor in my voice

that made you miss my slyly slipping in

the abolition of choice

and if it isn’t just a story

what the hell would you call it

and excuse me if I listen

with my hand upon my wallet

The thing about us defeated

we’re not afraid of losing

so it’s some other cup of sorrow

that I’m pointlessly refusing

what

2.1438 : 4/10/09 : Evil

Did you like my little

talk about how

evil persists

did I trap a little

weak sunshine from

in the midst of the mists

here’s the secret

that’s no secret

I am hardly satisfied

I ran out of fingers

long ago to

Count how many lied

I think I know

what evil is but

mix it up on sight

just to find I’m getting

shown a fancy city

from a great height

what

2.1437 : 4/9/09 : Disband

Disband the truth brigade

the market’s collapsed

for propaganda

dissolve the Ministry

authority’s headed

the way of the panda

and the handlers haven’t

got a pot left

to piss in

but lie back and relax

when I start to

slip this in

Your motivation’s

being disbanded

as well mate

and didn’t you always

wax rhapsodic

over the clean slate

I wouldn’t presume to

even guess at

their demands

but I guess we’ll all be

bent over that barrel

when it disbands

what

2.1436 : 4/8/09 : Monster

observe the monster in its

habitat

Sure you’ve got to wonder how it

got like that

So grave and growling like

an old mill stone

You got to wonder how it got

so alone

Don’t think the monster won’t

Chase you down

Don’t think it won’t leave the forest, take a

trip to town

Don’t think that the monster won’t

Show up at your door

Don’t think it’s the postman ringing

at your door

what

2.1435 : 4/7/09 : Insanity

I am bored beyond endurance

by your definition of insanity

indeed it’s very clever but

did you notice that it’s

absolutely no help to me

did you notice knowing what’s insane

is all but useless in these parts

a counterpoint to sanity

that heaves and stalls in fits and starts

and your great works of clarity

gave birth to children not so sane

even perhaps the monsters of

this reckless age’s reaction chain

what

2.1434 : 4/6/09 : Machine

3,625 : 4 ?

The machine

is barely functioning

everything is getting phoned in

while the unmanned drones all honed in

on the

assets of interest

surely we can trust their judgment

was for the best

never send moral meat

to do a machine’s job

history’s replete

with such lessons straight as a plumb bob

if it simply stops where will it lead us

the majority who think

seem to think that it will cleave us

sundered

post-society

no more civil order no more propriety

I myself

can’t begin to envision

better for peace

not so great for decision

what

2.1433 : 4/5/09 : Palm

Can you read this palm

Lord or is that witchcraft

I’m just trying to get an edge

I’m just trying to get a laugh

I guess I came unequipped

to quote some epistle or psalm

I guess I’m just a hanger on

just waving my palm

what

2.1432 : 4/4/09 : Dracula

This world is my dracula

draining me I don’t know why

sustains itself on my poor heart

and I suppose that it will turn me by and by

the wire is my dracula

all that it carries and brings out

you’d think I’d end up with more, somehow I end up with less

sad as I contemplate one last weak shout

every human being is dracula

we’re all selfish all we do is feed

some think we’ll suck our way to no existence

some days I think that’d be a fine thing indeed

what

2.1431 : 4/3/09 : Point

I’ve forgotten the point

already but still

I’ll pretend it’s just to draw an X

and so I will

what

2.1430 : 4/2/09 : No Connection

Really no connection

on the line

my fortitude is

dying on the vine

What a sad little

run this one’s been

rushed every time

look like adding up to nothing

if I believed the plot I kept

pushing myself to buy

Would something change over

turn upside down would I stop being that guy

nobody’s watching

but one day it shall all be revealed

by then everyone will

have forgotten what I had concealed

what

2.1429 : 4/1/09 : The Charm

Third time is maybe the charm

could this plodding drum get more tedious

I’m sure everyone sees where my eyes stray

I’m sure it’s very obvious

And I will not go to your haunts

and I will not replay your words

my last remaining separation

from the doomed and milling herds

the charm is in the disconnect

the gulf far from reality

it all fades to a razor point

a moment a totality

I’m writing in the wrong again

trying to hack the manifesto

trying to believe destiny’s in play

some magic charm, hooray, hey presto

what