ANTS
WAKING DRINKING NORMAL THINKING
WEARY EYES ALL BLOODSHOT BLINKING
ALWAYS SEEING WITHERED SKIES
EACH MORNING SPIT A THOUSAND LIES
GREED ARRIVES ENTANGLING
NEEDS DESIRES AND REGRETS
WATCHERS LINE THE STREETS AND BET
ON TRICKS PERFORMED WITHOU
Well, my name sure looks hilarious next to the others, but there's nothing else I can do. It's an instrumental solo for nylon. I started with every intention of something a la Leroy Carr. Then I veered into Tarrega's fingering of Ave Maria. Who gets the
BLACK IS THE COLOR
THEY GAVE ME A RIFLE
SHOWED ME MY GUN
TOLD ME ONE'S FOR KILLING AND THE OTHER'S JUST FOR FUN
DRESS WARM-IT'S COLD DOWN THERE
AND NOW BLACK IS THE COLOR MY TRUE LOVE WEARS
I'D GET MY PAYCHECK
MAYBE ONCE A WEEK
ONCE A WEEK I'D
EMAIL FROM AFGHANISTAN
PRO PATRIA MORI
OUR GOLDEN GOD-THE LASER DAYBREAK
CREEPS BLINDING THROUGH THE AFGHAN RANGE.
BLEACHED ORION FADES WITH NIGHT.
NEEDLE SPIRES, GRANITE FACETS,
DAZZLING ROCK MINARETS- STARK AND FLAYED.
A SPIDER WEBWORK OF REM
WELCOME TO HAITI
I KNOW THOSE PEARLS THAT ARE YOUR EYES.
MY LITTLE SISTER DESCRIBED THEM TO ME.
DO YOU REMEMBER THE GIRL BACK IN ZIMBABWE?
YOU NAILED HER LITTLE LEGS TO A TREE.
SO WELCOME TO HAITI, NOT SUCH A STRANGER,
WE GONNA PAINT THE TOWN RE
HOLE IN CONTROL
RED RIVERS OF STEEL
GLOW WHERE THE DARKNESS HAS WON
FLOW THROUGH THE FIELDS OF THE MINERS
DOWN TO THE SEA OF THE GUN
HOW MANY VISIONS HAVE TO GO UNSEEN?
THERE'S A HOLE IN CONTROL NOT A SOUL
ON YOUR SCREEN JUST A HOLE
THAT'S IN
MANNEQUINS IN SATIN
YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING
RIGHT AWAY SOMETHING STARTS TO BRING YOU DOWN
THE DREAMS YOU'RE HAVING LATELY MAKE YOU WANT TO MOVE UNDERGROUND.
FEELING VERY BORED FEELING RESTLESS TO THE CORE
LOOKIING FOR SOMETHING LOOKING
MANNEQ
SILENT COUNTRY
WHEN THE AIRPLANES HAVE COME AND GONE
AFTER THE VIOLENT GO TO SLEEP
WHEN THE NEON GIVES UP THE DAWN
AFTER THE PEOPLE ACT LIKE SHEEP
IT IS A SILENT COUNTRY
AND IT IS NOTHING LESS
IT IS A SILENT COUNTRY
AND IT IS IN THE PAST
W
THE BIGGER THE PICTURE
THERE’S A COUPLE OF COLD FINGERS RUNNING UP NY NECK
LIKE A DESPERATE HAND FROM A SINKING WRECK
THEY’RE RACING LIKE DOGS ALL AROUND THE PARK
BUT WHO SMELLS THE FIRES BURNING IN THE DARK?
THE BIGGER THE PICTURE
THE MORE FRIG
