Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I took the train past winding roads and lofty lanes
clasped my heart in a locket cause it's all I got
met those who were open to meeting
and sped past men who weren't looking.

I took the train where they served liver and cod
on a silver platter with wine and white linen
or was it lace?

I took the train, the one with the express line
not bumping just swishing
looking to the engineer with raised brow.

I took the train cause I'm waiting
the other served beer.

teeter totter tempting fate and even hear it's laughter

tangled up in$$$$$$$$$

blue states

i crossed the line the other day and nearly touched divinity
then fell down hard now thanx to god and his holy trinity

and sped past men who weren't looking.

I am on fehrlinghetti's train
down at the end of the line with the tombstones and rusty mattresses, I don't mind

true love is perfect kindness
when the eye reocnoiters for what is pleasing to the heart

You like hot or you like cold?

She lives in a blue state
Ever shifting, daunting, begging for extra helpings
Greedy in their need to feed everyone
Limbs freezing but being warmed by the boy next door

He lives in a red state
Sort of snakey and sneaky it bubbles and blows
Greedy for more paper for the fire
It's hot but old blue is waiting for more

Ego Superego and Id, my holy trinity as a child, Crazy mike looking for answers but not from G-d

then fell down hard now thanx to god and his holy trinity

the holy spirit the spirit of truth that means something to me, I can turn my back on The Son, but I got issues with his daddy

i'm not in the world i'm in my head
sweet smell from the garden and my strawberry bed

no look i found i can fly
like a bird with a word
and a beautiful cry

holy shit!

I thought fehrlinghetti was a station passed long ago
down by the tunnel where the mattresses squeak
and the engines sputter for more
where the nipples leak and it feels good to be poor

You speak of love but I saw those eyes
paying attention to what's up with Mother Time
Frosting the hair, romancing the moans
of the Much Overdue Line.

holy shit!

take me home country road
past the brick and mortar
the frozen asphalt breaks my back

find that place where i belong
between now and then here and there
below the shade of a willow tree
sweet grass behind my head

west viginia maybe not
wyoming is more my swing
find me here and take me ther
just don't forget to tell me what to wear

sounds like bob denver

Oh I'll tell ya what to wear babe
Know those heals with them spikes?
move aside the snoopy and little tykes

please

sigh

Yeah babe I'll tell you what to wear
no, no, no
not yesterday's underwear painted in red

Didn't I tell you to change them!
You never hear a fucking word I've said!
Forget you, you over-used bitch
Sit. Lay Down. Beg.

(appologies for bad language just thwap me if I should edit)

bob denver bob denver
i like hime when ever
driving down a country road
singing of his sweet abode
flying up there in teh sky
in an airplane way up high

Pitter pat, tizz's got her plastic umbrella and supersonic hat!