Brute - Nine High a Pallet

 

 

Westport Ferry

I went a back assed way to berkley
When I rode the Westport ferry
I should've known it would change my life when
I rode the w.f.

What did I do aboard the boat,
On the Westport ferry
I wrapped warm bodies in plastic wrap
on the westport ferry

The current is mighty and the channel is steep
around the Westport ferry
think of how many brilliant men were lost in that murky deep
around the Westport ferry

I will float again
when they're done dredging
That stubborn crowd won't disperse
Till that barge becomes a hearse

 

Blight

we sat on the couch a-playin
touch the tongue and bump the table
but i was scorned after little ado
tossed right outinto the blue

I set into a downward spiral
caught an illness that literally viral
i heard some words of wistom the otherday
and they went in one of my ears and out of the other one

I awoke from this beatific binge
with prismatic eyes now life is tinged
with all the vapours that the vile humans brew
shining through the blight of you
shining through the blight of you
shining through the blight of you

 

Good morning Mr. Hard On

Good morning mr HO you've been so strange here lately
Good morning mrs teacup you're such a fine lady
Who's the basketcase in this rock n'roll face
Since the body is braced for a major piece of action

Good morning mr HO you're such a sight presently
Good morning mr razor are we gonna do some tangling
Whats the big to-do why the stiffy salute
who'll get the tribute from this major piece of action

Good morning mr HO you're looking awful brunchy
Good morning mrs window yours is such a fractured beauty
push the envelope toward the treacherous slope
mr. HO will float toward this major piece of action

 

I ain't crazy enough

I ain't crazy enough to get away with such
I ain't looney on paper to pull off such a caper

All of my life all of my time i spent figuring
All of the figures all of the numbers ahve been suffering

I ain't cut out for math still i chose a ruled path
but I ain't foaming at the mouth I guess I can probably work things out

All of the pressures, all of the fissures are not internal
Still I haven't ruled out a weakening bout with the infernal

I ain't good enough at annoying to really enjoy it
Please give me another chance I swear to God that i'll go in a trance

 

Protein Drink / Sewing Machine

protein drink on a flat sink, ice on the old window
kitchen light just isn't right i need full spectrum
corn field is post yield
creek lake froze. lake effect snows
and a mushroom so very very nasty in my mouth

i will graze akron tomorrow but today i'm staying put
now my mood could use a little saccharine but soon i'll be light of foot, lighter fluid
You're in Santa Monica on a numbered street
I'll be on a salty highway burning up a lucky streak


Suck in your gut, clench your fist
just finished scaling a big black fish
on a bench out behind the tool shack
in a patch of poison sumac

Mama ordered us some catalogue jeans
She made the cuffs on the sewing machine
sewing machine..

Granny wrote a letter up under table lamp
said her thumbs hurt cause all the beans she had to snap
I lay on the porch looking through the cracks
see the dog asleep and watch those ugly chickens scratch

The prom is coming big sister should be a queen
Mama makes a dress on the sewing machine
sewing machine..

Daddy is asleep he's just home from work
in his comfy chair in his yellowed undershirt
Sister is sad she just got the curse
I am fairly happy cause my go-cart kinda works

I want to be a vampire for the halloween
Mama makes a cape on the sewing machine
sewing machine...

 

Let's get down to Business

Lets get down to business, shall we? its time we quit playing games
Lets get down to business, shall we? lets quit with this lame pretense
and tackle this what shackles us all of this pressing business

well why didn't you tell me that things had gotten this bad?
I was off in my own little world
and i couldn't see through your tai chi
that I was being so sad

well why didn't you tell me that things were falling apart
I was off in my own little world
and i didn't discern
your slow burn
amidst all these fluttering hearts

Lets get down to business, shall we? its time we quit playing games
Lets get down to business, shall we? lets quit with this lame pretense
and tackle this what shackles us all of this pressing business
and tackle this what shackles us all of this pressing business
and tackle this what shackles us all of this pressing business

 

George Wallace

Love of the old adage. Love of the tablets. What do they say?
Love of spider webs. Love of the dead. What do they say?
I ain't heard them say anything Isaac
I ain't heard them say anything as of late.

Love of rusty cannons. Love of prayer candles. What do they say?
Love of sunken ships, Love of bad trips, What did you say?
I ain't heard you say anything Isaac
I ain't heard you say anything as of late.

here I am at my crystal radio
Listening for a signal from decades ago

Love of the rewarmed. Love the deformed, what do they say?
Love of the demolished, Love of George Wallace. What does he say?

 

PC

You're so politically correct it crawls down my neck
Smug as a bug in your righteousness
You talk like you're the original socialist
They all sit at you're feet like you are some maharishi
As you knock off all of the easy targets
And knockup all of the tightest teachers pets

And now you are rich man you bought yourself a band
You're talking tough and you're playing loud
You sure know how to please your crowd
They all rally around you in their sweat shop stylie-man suits
Flashing their bright red union cards
Blaring all your CDs from their oriental cars.

 

Snow Blind

you say it was this morning when you last saw ur good friend
alive on the pavement with the misery in his brain
sprawled on some cushion he found upon the wall
some unholy bathroom in southern ? hall
he only had a dollar to live on till next monday
and he spend it on comfort for his mind
he'd say he thinks he's blind

someone should call his family a sister or a brother
they'll come to take him back home on a bus
and he'll always be a problem for his poor ? mother
and he'll always be another one of us

he only had a dollar to live on till next monday
he said he wanted heaven, ? was too slow
so he bought a one way ticket on an airline made of snow

he says theres your good friend flyin low
dyin slow, flyin low, dyin slow, flyin low

 

Miserable

I am miserable in my big musty suit
I am even with my every version of the truth
I fiddle with the ring on my writing hand
That old clear jewel in a massive band
Spider veins decorate my face
Alcohol wakes my nasal space alcohol based sprays
My ear lobes with ceremony
My lust is thick with matrimony, nuptial, matromony.

 

Bastards in Bubbles

Bastards in bubbles float around
their tissuey eyes bulging out
amongst the marbles for some bright blue steel
they love the marvels that the machines do mill

Bastards in bubbles
Bastards in bubbles
Bastards in bubbles
Bastards in bubbles

Bastards in bubbles float around
their filmy eyes bulge with doubt
they doubt the physics of the focused storm
they hate the breath that blew their form

Bastards in bubbles
Bastards in bubbles
Bastards in bubbles
Bastards in bubbles

 

Cataclysm

Bang the hubcap slowly but swing the hammer hard,
the cataclysm is over, they've swept away the shards
shout a loud hosanna, burn a big brassiere
the cataclysm is over, that fast the tragic path is cleared
Keep a steady vigil, a church in your lunchbox
the cataclysm is over, they've reset the horror clocks