Pete and Ray

Fuck it, people.

Your friend and humble narrator

can only go so far down

and give you the play by play.

Yes, one day

we're gonna play this out

to overtime-

sudden death,

if you will.

Right now though

I'm watching two cats

go ape-shit nuts

as I walk through the door

after a day of getting horse whipped.

The little fuckers are absolutely charming.

They yowl, bolt and squirm.

All my cherished bookshelf bits

are broken by these little bastards,

but do I want to tandoori these two?

No.

They and my DanaGirl (who conned me into this)

are my heroin.

They are sweet relief.

They are my trying to get away

from everything.

Get Lost

A ladybug

struggles to climb out of a glass

of stale champagne.

Little fucker is drunk,

stealing the fluid I need

to warm my soulless guts.

Asshole.

I'm contemplating the ash

of this last cigarette

hanging over a yellowed coffee cup.

Ladybug, you've failed.

Ladybug, you're not commercially viable.

You're gonna die.

You're gonna decease never known

and not even forgotten.

What the hell have I been doing?

Strumming and shouting in a vacuum

until I'm deaf and voiceless.

Isn't there something else I can find

to waste this time?

Jesus Christ,

how long does this have to go on?

I don't need you.

I don't need you here.

It's better if you never listen.

It's better if you never knew.

Never knew my story.

The more you learn

the less you know.

Get lost.

On The Nod

I hear a distant drumming twinkling like stars in the night

behind the lids of my eyes.

She told me that she never loved me and I knew she was right.

I knew she's was right .

I found a fix to the problem and I'm now

on the nod can't you see it?

I found a fix to the problem and I'm now

on the nod... believe it.

The world is full, the jig is up, there's a breach in the hull

and we're out of luck.

I couldn't care, I wouldn't dare and another thing;

I don't give a fuck.

I got a fix to the problem and I'm now

on the nod can't you see it?

I need a fix to the problem 'cause I'm now

on the nod... believe it.

on the nod... believe it.

on the nod... believe it.

I

Howard Marks

I keep my channels open nobody knows where I come from.

My mind's a gadget it's imploding like a nuclear bomb.

Some can't prove it.

Some can't prove it.

Some can't prove it.

Some can't prove it.

I'm mister nice, you're in check and the end my arm.

They hold me up in customs and they pull my bags off of the plane.

Dope sick in Hong Kong cause my drugs are on the red eye to Spain.

Some can't prove it.

Some can't prove it.

Some can't prove it.

Some can't prove it.

I got the looks that make officers set off alarms.

All my connections they are turning on the drop of a dime.

Feeling the heat inside my bloodstream flowing into the wine.

Some can't prove it.

Some can't prove it.

Some can't prove it.

Some can't prove it.

Some can't prove it.

Some can't prove it.

I'm mister nice and I'm one step ahead of the man.

I'm mister nice and I'm one step ahead of the man.

Permanent High C

What I been doing

steeped in sweet sweet.

What I been doing

steeped in sweet sweet whine,

steeped in sweet sweet drone.

What I been doing

steeped in black black.

What I been doing

steeped in black black clouds,

steeped in black black tones.

The constant sound

The constant sound

The constant sound.

What I been doing

soaked with powerful.

What I been doing

soaked with powerful wine,

soaked with powerful ohms.

The constant sound

The constant sound

The constant sound.

What I been doing

bleached all in white.

What I been doing

bleached all in white whine,

bleached all in white bones.

Message For "The Bug"

Christ,

here they come again.

The nightly medicine show.

Broadcast towers of the ferris wheel

spinning fortune in front of murdering eyes.

Every whispered message never heard but known

is the word "Rise" painted on a wall in Krenwinkel scrawl.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch,

it's been a long, long, long time.

Alex and Dennis tore up the highway,

stoned in the desert foothills in search of fast pussy.

It was them, your Honor.

It was them all of you, yes you.

The world of television

is just the mirror image of your lies.

The prisons are benedictine monasteries

keeping safe your truth.

Out there in the lock up

is your salvation.

Piss stained glass windows in the barred clerestory

shaft the light in blades on the sacraments;

desire's excrement bleeding self interest.

Godly greed in fear's name

virtue and lust.

Mickie Most

I came down with a case of the blues

and passed out millennial illness

to the millions.

Some guy on a bubble

points to a chart and calls it golden.

Lead us to the incision and let us in.

What?

You'd tell me I'm in the wrong

when I tell you the truth.

You wouldn't believe me

even when I lie.

They bottled up my vision.

It's in your prescription.

In the slaughterhouse

they shit in the mouth of the cattle

and call it meat.

Ha ha, said the clown.

Is it bringing you down?

Is the night being tight on romance??

Let me take you to the movies for the blind

projected in braille across a belt sander.

They'll rub your face in it

and you'll come back for more

until someone sweeps up

the broken teeth and hair.