That girl is a liar and she knows too much About the thing and another thing is this what I thought it was I guess it’s not Black lights like cobra strikes all night long That burn like fighting words in a song I’d never write it would be wrong Like throwing up when you turn me on Just kick me out and put your clothes back on Hey wait hey hey Subtraction! My captain! Are the bones in the mouth are the xylophone sounds That they make When they shake Are the bleed in the nose are the tooth in the ache Wear hot pants do a dance just for me Or if not gimme tea and sympathy Another Christmas on TV You gave me your black mirror for our art class But then got married and wanted it back Are you for real I have to ask Or just a ghost from my art class past? I thought we would but we didn't last Headaches like rattlesnakes in a sack That girl’s a liar when she says she has A kiss for me for the plane ride back These pants don’t fit because I’m not the same As I was when she drove me to the plane I’ll never wear these pants again You said I looked like a dead salesman Comic relief with shaky hands

Busy little bees Busy little things Flying all around me everyday Knocking over getting in the way Busy little bees Sticky little wings Uying-bay iEverythings iEverybody go away Ecretary-say Ake a letter-tay Everyday Tell me what to say Tell me what to say What do I say? Shopping ‘til they drop like flies Black Friday Busy little bees you know that I need you But I know what I’d do without you Busy little bees Not so busy please Who do these people think they are Running over me in speeding cars Busy little bees Have another drink Have another anything you like Hypertension blood sugar spike Emetary-say Visit everyday I’ll even pray Tell me what to say Tell me what to say What do I say? Tell me some of you know your right From your wrong way Busy little bees you know that I need you But I know what I’d do without you Don’t leave me alone I get sad at home But I know that every time I try To be a bee I get stung by Busy little bees Doing busy things Telling me that everything’s alright Every bee gets busy sometimes In my end-of-day Emorandum-may Let me say Nothing is OK Nothing is OK That’s what I’ll say Everybody dies at the end of this play Busy little bees you know that I need you But I know what I’d do without you

What’s that sound? Is this happening now? In my hand I’m all around you now Hummingbird Afterward You can call me on the telephone Or write me a note Little thing Sort of like her now But not quite So much more life now Hummingbird Afterward You can take me out to lunch Or buy me a drink Aren’t you like Electronic or Wound up tight Are you dangerous? Hummingbird Afterward You can say a bunch of Hail Marys And really think of the words On the ground Why on the ground now? You’re not so fast Call the witch doctor Hummingbird Afterward You can think of what you’ve done to me Then get out of town Yeah get out of town Get the hell out of town Hummingbird

Warm skin Stretched as a canvas over her bones Peppered With freckles, and smooth as a stone Painterly pleasantries Are smalltalk accessories Do not Don't make me choose, I cannot Between Smalltalk, a rock, and hard spot You'd say Don't bite the hand that feeds you Then I'd say Don't shake the hand that greets you Look. We are both humans here And as such We can get down to business without words Big Or small Weather, Bad jokes, and happenings overseas Sometimes I'd rather a crowbar blow to the knees But you are Worth talking to Your jokes Are funny and new Painterly pleasantries Are smalltalk accessories Look. We are both humans here And as such, We can just hold each other without words Big Or small Big Or small.

A guy came by here today said he was from some kind of bureau Wanted to know if I was OK my lucky number and my brand of smokes Told me to wait in the car for a while taught me to drive around in perfect circles He had number that I'd never seen scratched problems in the dirt at his feet then scrubbed them clean Said he could fix me up and make me happy again Let's do some calculations Let's build you a nice new friend Some guys came by here today and one of them looked like he could've been you from a different life His hair was longer and he wore nice pants He showed me how to separate the light Wanted to know if I knew what made airplanes fly He took some measurements and wrote things down Tore off long sheets of paper let them float to the ground Said he could fix me up and take me back into time to the year it was soft and cold for months on end and the sun barely shined We can fix you up and make you good as new Let's do some calculations Run our hands all over you.

This is between You and me I’m a thing But you are everything Say something Anything Tell me how How you see me Is there something Between you and me? Do you find Me as int er es ting? Tell me something Everything Tell me how How to not be Televisiontoastertelephone. I am between You and me Now make there be No in be tw een Pull me apart With some machine Thanks a lot… Now I’m ev er y thing. Televisiontoastertelephoneteletoastervision.

I am something I am not I can't escape myself that's the point that's the problem that's the price of a boney shell I want to think so fast that I don't need skin and bones anymore I want to fly over these houses under my own power but I can't ignore it's the brains in the head fill the lungs scratch the back make the heart in the chest go rat-a-tat-tat make the mouth make a sound make the eyeballs roll around in the head it's the brains that make animals do absolutely what they tell them to do when I was a baby all I did was scream and eat not a choice but an instinct it was my brain controlling me but now I'm grown and I do anything that I like or so it would seem but I dare you to tell me when the change took place or why I I have to think it's the brains in the head fill the lungs scratch the back make the heart in the chest go rat-a-tat-tat make the mouth make a sound make the eyeballs roll around in the head it's the brains that make animals do only what the brains demand them to do tell me why I'm seeing visions tell me why I hear voices telling me the worst things tell me why I've got the fear If you're proud of the path that you've chosen to take and you feel so in control tell me who do you think is pulling the wool over your eyes and who really runs this show it's the brains in the head point the finger pull the hair make the thoughts in the mind stray everywhere you may think you have a choice 'cause that brain gave you a voice but you know as well as I that animals do absolutely what they don't want to do

when there is proof of my extensive lies I'll blur the truth enough to change your mind when I am sure that there's a wolf at my door I'll ask him in he won't be expecting that day for night night for day I could go either way and who's to say what's real or fake what once was blue is gray they filled me up nitrogen oxygen they sawed my teeth to look american It was enough to get stoned in my place by what's-her-snake-haircut I ain't so great at faces day for night night for day I could go either way and who's to say what's real or fake what once was blue is gray load the camera just like this make sure to tip your publicist now stand in place and frame the shot a sun for moon is what we want I had a brief moment of clarity but now I am sock puppet parody day for night night for day I could go either way and who's to say what's real or fake what once was blue is gray

of all the ways we have to get down to B from A the organized walk in time creeps me out the protest the funeral the municipal "come one come all" and speaking of funerals i hope i never have to ever carry your pall i hope i never have to ever carry your pall so line up the lost toys in endless columns of rows and send them down to first and main with the band when we are numerous in our discontent we will sick in and we will walk out and we will circle the block until you meet our demands we will circle the block until you meet our demands

Little mysteries plucked from daily life In the curve of a shell in the path of a kite Mysteries can be solved what’s the meaning of this? What’s that on the floor? It’s a broken dish You won’t see it hop up collect itself On the tabletop or the kitchen shelf Entropy has won as it always will There’s a law for that it’s been known to kill Disorder is on the rise again I cut my finger But you won’t see the blood go back in If this universe started to contract Would we fall up the stairs? Would we be sent back To a time that we had no memory of? Even though we’d been there we’d been there once before Pulling bites of French toast out my mouth Reassemble my breakfast watch me spit it out I’m a gluey ball I’m a ball of string I’m an antipart I’m an everything If you think that you thought so therefore you were You forgot that your thoughts aren’t yours so you’re not Have I been so blessed or have I been cursed? Is this the gift that keeps on taking the worst? Or do I belong to a terrible club Of people who believe everything they dream up? And if you think that there’s more than just the words that I’ve said You will find out that there’s not when you are finally dead If this universe started to contract Would we fall up the stairs? Would I be sent back To the time I got sick and I had to leave My apartment and live with my family? Would I then get back every "wasted" year? Would my eyes like magnets attract my tears?

The telephone is ringing on and off the wall and there are Fed-Ex packages stacked in the hall Were I to shave, my face would rub my razor raw It's been so long And I don't use my hands or feet or voice at all Nobody gets to know what I'm doing Nobody gets to know what I'm up to Nobody gets to guess what I'm thinking Nobody wants to know what I'm thinking I told you all about the time that cats broke in and I'll be damned if I let them do that again That's why I'm taking special steps to keep myself all to myself My head is heavy with the notions it befriends The road at night is calling me to drive and drive into the tunnel vision of my ancient mind The humans scurry to their nests as soon as their sun lays to rest and then it's mine again and that's the reason why I said Nobody gets to know what I'm doing Nobody gets to know what I'm up to Nobody gets to guess what I'm thinking Nobody wants to know what I'm thinking Each man's an island and each woman is a boat to ferry them from isolation back to hope Sometimes I think that would be nice and other times I'm quite alright with having coconut and crab leg every night Because Nobody gets to know what I'm doing Nobody gets to know what I'm up to Nobody gets to guess what I'm thinking You don't want to know what I'm thinking