1. |
The Point Of No Return
05:23
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he loved her more than water
more than music more than most
he slept hard up against her
he had driven off his ghosts
they made noise that bugged the neighbors
they bought cases of red wine
they had kids approaching college
and everything was… fine
'till he was speaking at a conference
in their mutual line of work
he caught her glance at the reception
what an unexpected perk
she crossed the room to greet him
but he met her halfway there
he was flattered the remembered
and he tried hard not to stare
and as the novel opened
and the tangled pages turned
when was the point of no return
is the rubicon accompanied
by the sign on Dante’s gate
do you hear the quiet cracking
of the thin ice that you skate
do you have to take the plunge
or does it count if you just yearn
when was the point of no return
they hit it off so easy
they grabbed their coat and hat
they were only having dinner
I mean what’s the harm in that
at the end of the evening
as he dropped her at her room
a handshake pressed with meaning
and the rocky chasm loomed
he thought I work like a dog
why shouldn’t I enjoy
a professional interaction
I don’t buy myself big toys
a big TV or a sports car
I can keep it on the road
I can keep it out all together
It won’t careen it won’t explode
and as he wrote the second chapter
of the book he should’ve burned
was this the point of no return
is it apparent when you stray
without the chance of a reprieve
does the sea-change swamp the shore
or do you get there by degrees
the road is closed the bridge is out when’s the last time you can swerve
when was the point of no return
it’s not what you imagined
the shades of gray don’t glow
the sirens on the water
they’re just people that you know
it’s not what you expected
it’s not part of the pledge
the signs on the mountain
stay well back from the edge
at first he thought that he could hide it
the jumpiness and pep
as if jogging or a diet
put the spring in his misstep
compartmentalize his feelings
little boxes in his head
but it ate at him concealing
and his dreams were dark and red
after the eruption
the boat up on the rocks
the landscape black and bitter
the jack out of the box
the cork out of the bottle
the wine spilled in the snow
the things you never thought you’d do
you did and now you know
about the strange and sad unraveling
of the peace you thought you’d earned
before the point of no return
when you look back on the road
that ran you straight into the wall
can you pick out the one wild curve
that made you drop the ball
skip some stones across the water
for the ice is never firm
south of the point of no return
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2. |
In The Song
04:05
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when it’s snowing on the boundaries
and the crowd is getting tense
and the heat from flaming arrows
is enough to melt the fence
when the bankers of emotion
say the offer is withdrawn
maybe then you’ll find me
in the song
when the zoo expels its contents
when the creatures choose their words
when the squirrels run for office
when the nuts are cracked in thirds
when the swallows have forsaken
Capistrano for Hong Kong
maybe then you’ll find me
in the song
it’s a mess you’ve blundered into
it’s two eyes for an eye
you fed the hand that bit you
it’s a sharp stick in the eye
the unseen artist paints with people
fashioned from red clay
in the pleasure dome
even Rome
wasn’t ruined in a day
when the nursery rhyme reverses
when the dish becomes the spoon
when the cow misjudges badly
and eradicates the moon
when they hunt down moose and squirrel
just because they’re badly drawn
maybe then you’ll find me
in the song
when the bride is on the barrel
the margins have been shaved
every back has got two monkeys
every dog has got two days
Clytemnestra’s out of Prozac
and she’s babbling until dawn
maybe then you’ll find me
in the song
you’ll find I’ve had my filling
you’ll find I can’t be found
Elvis left the building
he’s fled for higher ground
the oracle spews bile
while it grins from ear to ear
in the castles of the west the best
and brightest have a beer
when the listless hold the levers
and the righteous reel ‘em in
when the snipers nail the angels
that are dancing on the pin
when there’s every indication
that it’s going horribly wrong
maybe then you’ll find me
in the song
when it’s snowing on the boundaries
and the crowd is on a roll
and you follow your own footprints
to the bunkers of the soul
when there’s no one home inside you
and inside you you’re still drawn
maybe then you’ll find you
in the song
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3. |
Half Off Our Rocker
05:08
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the little tin ponies
line up at the gate
the big boys throw horseshoes
the small ones bake cake
a disturbing murmur
shoots through the crowd
one jockey must weigh
almost 400 pounds
the flag it is dropped
the action begins
the big jockey’s tin pony
breaks both its shins
but he struts to the victory circle and grins
thanks for your support
looks like I win again
and we’re off to the races
off to the fights
off like a prom dress
on Saturday night
off on a bender
often unwise
half off our rocker
and out of our mind
the mother of battles
and the father of time
slipped out of the party
and drank too much wine
shitfaced and stumbling
they found their way home
smashed all the windows
and ripped out the phone
and we’re out for a good time
out for a stroll
out of our league
and way out of control
out for the duration
out like a light
half off our rocker
and out of our mind
truth doesn’t require
such twisting of words
as we slide in lockstep downhill
I always thought hawks
were such beautiful birds
at least they eat
what they kill
the blue and the gray
thundered in from the past
the red right and blue
advanced far forward fast
big things got broken
small things were missed
while demagogues dangled a detailed script
so how do you ride
this cynical slide
when Huey
and Dewey
and Louis
all lie
don’t build a wall
don’t build a fence
and don’t believe things
that don’t make any sense
and we’re into the next thing
into the blue
in over our head
and in love with the view
infinite justice
stars in our eyes
half off our rocker
and out of our mind
and we’re off to the races
off to the fights
off like a prom dress
on Saturday night
off on a bender
often unwise
half off our rocker
and out of our mind
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to the god I don’t believe in
let’s get something straight
I don’t believe in destiny
I don’t believe in fate
I don’t believe in holy wars
like chosen people do
so it will not surprise you
that I don’t believe in you
to the god I don’t believe in
you haven’t been here for a while
did you leave a valid imprint
is your credit card on file
are you just reticent by nature
in your robe and beard of white
or a hung over bystander
trying to avoid the light
to the god I don’t believe in
quit playing with the crowd
cut the tricks with weeping statues
healing waters and that shroud
I think you’re not behind the curtain
I think you’re impotent as well
I think Moses had some issues
and he torched that bush himself
to the god I don’t believe in
I give you a mixed grade
for giving us John Lennon
and then blowing him away
but thanks for Louis Armstrong
Jimi Hendrix and John Prine
you don’t need loaves and fishes
when your best work is divine
would you smite me down a sinner
would you sanctify my bluff
or maybe all of this
will have to be enough
to the god I don’t believe in
it just gets so complex
why do people scream your name
when throwing up and having sex
well all right we pray to porcelain
and to temples of the flesh
but you must have some sense of humor
to have made eggplant and John Tesh
to the god I don’t believe in
look me up if you’re in town
you know I’d make the time to see you
if you actually came round
you know I broke one of your window panes
when I was 23
I really thought I saw you
but I don’t think that you saw me
to the god I don’t believe in
are you too good to be true
do you see us in the mirror
maybe we created you
maybe we made that stone so big
that we can’t roll it in reverse
but at the end of every day
if you don’t obscure the way
when I look upward I can say
I clearly see
the universe
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look at all the funny people
climb out of the little car
see the clown
see the juggler
see the princess on the bar
see a man shot from a canon
in a splendid starched white shirt
see the spectacle
the greatest show on earth
the kids aren’t paying attention
to the woman on the wire
the clown will get the safety net
he’s tended all his life
he’s there to stem the bleeding
in case someone gets hurt
provide distraction
from the greatest show on earth
see the juggler try to keep
a dozen items in the air
balanced with great care
while running up the stairs
the freak show is still scary
though you’ve seen it all before
there’s a pinhead living just next door
underneath the big top
the elephants display
their noses up each other’s butt
like business on parade
trained tigers jump through flaming hoops
to increase their net worth
it’s a sellout
at the greatest show on earth
higher go the juggling knives
misjudge one and you’re gone
I always thought these safety nets
were built from tax-free bonds
but you’ve got to grab that golden ring
to fill up your silk purse
long term savings
for the greatest show on earth
I guess I’ll be the strong man
see the load that I can bear
you can beat the beasts back
with a bullwhip and a chair
preoccupied by shadows
in the cave against the wall
fearful that the fire’s growing small
preoccupied by patterns
and berated by the light
and pissing in the wind
(whistling in the wind)
won’t make it right
look at all the funny people
climb into the little car
I don’t like to wear this clown suit
I’m more at home with my guitar
when they shoot me from the cannon
I hope I land unhurt
performing daily
the greatest show on earth
she enters the arena
in her bathrobe and bare feet
she’s still the main attraction
even odds she goes to sleep
it’s time to dim the house lights
let the curtain come down first
private engagement
of the greatest show on earth
appearing nightly
the greatest show on earth
for my eyes only
the greatest show on earth
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6. |
Crop Circle
04:41
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gonna build a crop circle
in the shape of my own brain
gonna mystify the experts
they’ll ask
how’d he do that
with corn and grain
gonna reproduce each synapse
every neuron every fold
because I know
what I look like on the inside
man it’ll look beautiful in snow
I’m shoving something up the incline
a broken compass that I trust
I might be spinning my wheels
but ain’t I kicking up some dust
gonna build a crop circle
in the shape of my heart
but the pattern won’t be stable
ventricles twitch
acres of amber blood will pump
time will come time for harvest
they’ll take the tractor out to plow
but my heart it’ll jam up the machinery
they can’t mow it down
my brain won’t be so lucky
they’ll plow it under ‘cause they can
but in the spring they’ll find
a million little 12 strings
like ears of corn
each playing cowgirl in the sand
I’m shoving something up the incline
a mass of words and hair and rust
I might be spinning my wheels
but ain’t I kicking up some dust
gonna build a crop circle
random angular and sparse
you won’t discern it from the background
but it’ll look just like me
gonna build a crop circle
in the shape of my butt
I’ve always wanted
to moon the moon from montana
I’ll crack the hubble’s lens
I’m shoving something up the incline
a broken compass that I trust
I might be spinning my wheels
but ain’t I kicking up some dust
I’m shoving something up the incline
something fragile small and dark
I might be spinning my wheels
but ain’t I throwing off some sparks
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7. |
The Game
04:26
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when you first play the game
you’re so sure you can beat them
set up your defense rearrange
keep your hands where they can see them
and then run
like a rabbit
chase your tail
like a dog
cover ground
and pick up bad habits
and then stumble
through the fog
when you play the game
when you play the game
there’s rules they don’t tell you
take something for the pain
wash it down with what they sell you
and then you’ll bloom
like a flower
or crash and burn
like a plane
you’ll stretch out roots
and search for water
or they’ll sift
through your remains
when you play the game
I’m no good at the game
I guess I lack that killer instinct
but I don’t smell the blood
in the waters that I swim in
mom can we please go home
I’ll pick up all the pieces
I’ll forfeit the game
to survive the game
keep a piece that you don’t show them
what they don’t know they can’t change
hidden gardens try to grow them
and then swim
like a salmon
spew your seed
into a cloud
you’ve come
where no one can touch you
now vanish
in the crowd
and you’ve won the game
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8. |
Jerry And The Mick
07:09
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born October 20th 1931
the pride of Oklahoma
Spavinaw’s favorite son
with his onomatopoeic name
he shouldered young boy’s dreams
Branch Rickey said that Mickey Mantle
was the best he’d ever seen
the last iconic Yankee
talk about big shoes
he switch-hit record homers
he paid record dues
helping out DiMaggio
his spikes caught in a drain
he tore out his tendons
and he never was the same
during Mantle’s final season
as I watched my father die
spring of 1968
the pregnancy of time
his body beat by cancer
nearly jumped out of his chair
“mantle beat out a bunt… and with his legs!”
I remember it so clearly
‘cause most things he didn’t care
Whitey Ford and Billy Martin
always liquor always fun
it must be hard on athletes
‘cause when you’re done you’re done
without the game to ground him
he drank a river down
cancer got his second liver
and by summer he was gone
but oh Mickey
the way you took that final base
the greatness of your flaws
your Okie aw shucks grace
you might have pounded 80 homers
if you hadn’t gotten hurt
you were superman in pinstripes
but you landed in the dirt
I first heard the music
must’ve been 1972
Jerome John Garcia’s band
and the windows they slipped through
the universal constant
that would never sound the same
connecting to that place
of shared experience and pain
songs that flowed like storm clouds
no direction just like me
let’s all get there together
wherever that might be
a light that stood for where you could
belong like others lost
the ripple from left field
that kept the faith and shared the cost
oh Jerry
I miss your reedy voice
the big tent of your smile
your angular sweet noise
pied paper father Christmas
to those who followed you around
but the years of smack and cigarettes
put you in the ground
nothing much in common
nothing here to see
just Mantle and Garcia
tangled up in me
August 1995
somewhere out on the road
the radio played ripple
and in the darkness I just drove
obituaries big time
for the Mick and Jerry who?
as if dying’s always
the most important thing we do
the mantle of redemption
crucifixion for the freak
yeah death to those damned 60’s
it was just a lucky streak
I thought about my father
I thought about that bunt
transcendent grit and muscle
or just an acrobatic stunt
I thought about the times
that I played dead songs all night long
feeling part of something
and knowing it was gone
oh people
just a druggie and a drunk
the error in the bone
like gemstones in the junk
like the flaws that make us human
like the heroes that we pick
I’ll say goodbye to Jerry and the Mick
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9. |
Wake Up Dead
03:54
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sometimes I feel like I was
born strapped to the table
with the buzz saw heading
right between my knees
sometimes I’m standing in
more water than I can bail
and there’s one door
and I’m fumbling for the keys
I hoe the road
I live the code
I never know
I shovel coal
into the mouth of the machine
and then I
go to bed wake up dead
beat myself about the head
lose it out on dead man’s curve
cut myself to show the nerve
shake my flaccid empty fist
run screaming from the premises
take it on the chin and then
get up and do it all again
when did this world of possibilities grow narrow
I thought I was on track
now I’m locked in
sometimes I wish I’d throw that switch
and just derail
watch those tracks just twist into a grin
I’ll do some damage walk away
from the linear array
to the dissonant clear blue
but now I’ll
go to bed wake up dead
beat myself about the head
see the mirror shifting red
more days behind me than ahead
drive this ancient tired train
into the hail wind and rain
take one for the team and then
get up and do it all again
when you die
do you get back the things that you lost
dreams and time
and that morning you looked at me
your eyes all over me
come hither stay with me
I had to go to a meeting
what was I thinking
sometimes I swear I must still be an adolescent
no different now than when I was 15
thin skinned then turning toward
translucent incandescent
and craving deviation from the mean
but I see the world through the same eyes
it ain’t no different people lie
when they’re older they just
do it while they smile
but now I’ll
go to bed wake up dead
beat myself about the head
nudge the train back on the track
give the goose a little smack
pay the incremental cost
invigorate my albatross
put my game face on and then
get up and do it all again
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10. |
Easy Right Hand
05:04
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the snow never falls
like they say on TV
six to eight inches in the suburbs
I’ll stick my head out the window
if it comes back white they’re right
but you can’t predict snow
with just words
I read the entrails of a goat once
but I could not stand the smell
I’ve got bumps on my own head
that I can’t tell
I had my palm read once
but I prefer it blue
I think it’s what I do
let me find my easy right hand
let me play one more song with the band
just grant this one request
let me learn what I do best
let me find my easy right hand
the snow came in the window
and blanketed the bed
I didn’t have the heart
to grab a shovel
so I turned the mattress over
and pretended I was dead
some things just aren’t worth the trouble
Robert Johnson at the crossroads
Robert Frost’s untaken road
Robert Hunter’s box of rain
eyeball to the grindstone
and jawbone on the ground
sniffing like a hound
trying to find my easy right hand
let me play one more song with the band
just grant this one request
let me learn what I do best
let me find my easy right hand
the snow was always deep
when I was a kid
but now the trees are taller
so cut me down cut me open
you’ll see my growth rings
is that why these dreams seem smaller
I’ve got a seat now at the table
but I don’t like what they serve
I juggle broken glass to find the nerve
something scary’s at the window
so I guess I’ll change my tune
and shovel snow off the moon
with my easy right hand
let me play one more song with the band
just grant this one request
let me learn what I do best
let me find my easy right hand
I made a jigsaw puzzle
From a picture of myself
the pieces on the edge were recollections
I pushed one piece in ‘till I broke
I could not make me fit
I wish these things would come with directions
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so I’m a little spacey
I forget stuff all the time
I’ve parked my car in places
I nearly could not find
I forget my anniversary
my mother’s birthday too
why do I still remember you
I forget to put the seat up
I forget to fold the clothes
to wear my hat in winter
bundle up against the cold
I forget to slow for children
‘till they’re almost in full view
why do I still remember you
there was no agonizing moment
where I should’ve but I hedged
there was no picnic on the hilltop
just me out on the edge
I’ve forgotten Deuteronomy
and capitals of states
I’ve forgotten trigonometry
and calculus and Yeats
I forget who ran with Clinton
In 1992
why do I still remember you
I’ve forgotten grateful dead songs
I used to know by heart
I forget the national anthem
at that line about ramparts
I sometimes call the kids
by the wrong name which one are you
why do I still remember you
when there’s nothing to regret here
cause it wasn’t even close
just a dream
of a memory
of a phantom
of a ghost
aging’s analgesic
the sated vacant Zen
I forget people instantly
what was your name again
what were your moments made of
that the neurons turned to glue
why do I still remember you
why did I laminate a memory
of a thing that did not be
neither drink nor time and distance
can expunge your thing from me
you’re my dirty little secret
you’re the thing I can’t forget
you’re the rare unopened bottle
you’re the unsmoked cigarette
you’re the click that’s quietly ticking
and you haven’t got a clue
that I still remember you
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13. |
Shaker Chair Intro
00:35
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14. |
Shaker Chair
04:05
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I’m just a plain shaker chair
propped up in the corner
I don’t know who put me there
no pad straight legs straight back
stripped to bare essentials
but there’s nothing that I lack
I may be very simple
but form follows function fine
it’s been 200 years
but I’m in fashion at this time
and I’m just a plain shaker chair
well I’m a naugahyde barcalounger
and I live to recline
I hold your fat white butt in comfort
while you channel surf and dine
I’ve got potato chips and pretzels
in my crevices and cracks
spilled lite beer and pizza
and other nasty snacks
you might laugh at my morphology
but I am just what I see
I’m a naugahyde barcalounger
lay your sweaty flesh on me
well I’m a king size heated waterbed
and I don’t get no respect
people think I’m only good
for cheesy motel sex
but mister I’m here to tell you
I hold a family of five
while mom and dad read stories
to the little ones at night
and I’m so warm and comfy
oh they tell me that I am
that dad can’t stay awake
while reading green eggs and ham
they ride on gentle waves of vinyl
‘till they all fall fast asleep
then daddy carries the little ones
from the waterbed
to the other bed
it’s a bunk bed
it’s so functional
so impersonal
not like a waterbed
then mom and dad make sleepylove
in the waterbed
well
I am just a pair of sox behind the bedroom couch
I know that I’m not furniture
but I just felt left out
I’m just a plain shaker chair
god I wish that you would sit on me
you don’t even know I’m there
I know I can’t compete
with mister naugahyde barcalounger
or a waterbed with heat
but maybe 50 years from now
when the waterbed’s run dry
the barcalounger’s come unstuffed
and it’s just you and I
you’ll sit
in a plain
shaker chair
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15. |
Social Intercourse Intro
00:38
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16. |
Social Intercourse
02:52
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let’s talk about Kandinsky
let’s talk about De Carte
let’s talk about the value of liberal arts
let’s talk about the problems
with the Russians and their views
baby I’ve just gotta have some social intercourse with you
let’s talk about the Bosnians
the Muslims and the Serbs
the Sunnis and the Shiites
and the Coptics and the Kurds
let’s talk about religion
and the things that god won’t do
baby I’ve just gotta have some social intercourse with you
let’s talk about the situation
you know I love adult education
let’s talk until there’s something else to do
let’s talk about technology
the things that we embrace
you can’t make contact on the web
you have to do it face to face
bandwidth’s overrated
but human touch is true
baby I’ve just gotta have some social intercourse with you
let’s talk about Ulysses
James Joyce was really smart
all that polylingual punning
what was your favorite part?
Molly Bloom’s soliloquy?
fancy that me too
baby I’ve just gotta have some social intercourse with you
let’s talk about the things that matter
I like engaging your grey matter
I like iambic pentameter, too
you’re intrigued by my huge concepts
I’m attracted to your verbs
let’s interact substantially and have a frank and fruitful interchange culminating in meaningful stimulating intercourse on a diverse slate of social economic scientific and artistic issues which showcase the rich complex multifaceted nature of our personalities and highlight that we are so much more than just these vessels
of flesh
in which we are encased
nice dress
but please don’t be suspicious
if the conversation VEERS
I only want to titillate
the stuff between your ears
if it’s mental masturbation
it’s way more fun with two
baby I’ve just gotta have some social intercourse with you
let’s talk about… architecture
the empire state building
the space needle
the Washington monument
the Eiffel tower
last tango in Paris
(god I loved that movie)
and that coffee table book that Madonna did I found it truly intriguing I never fully appreciated her depth as an artist before
uh…
I sense that you’re uneasy
Is it something that I said
why did you dump your fine expensive
meal on my head
I try to interact with women
but they’re such a mystery
why won’t anybody have some social intercourse with me
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17. |
I Met Myself
05:24
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I met myself the other day
I recognized me right away
I was in my early 20s
I looked good
I was still in college at UMass
chasing girls and smoking grass
and figuring out how to stay another year
I looked myself right in the eye
one of me was good and high
I said oh lordie what happened to you
you used run that ragged edge
now you look like such a veg
I mean christ it looks like you own life insurance or something
I said lighten up I’ve still got the fire
I’m writing songs and squealing tires
I’m not pining for the way it used to be
I still satisfy my needs
but now I’ve got four mouths to feed
and when was the last time you washed those jeans
if I could meet myself as a young man
I’m not sure I could stand the smell
there ain’t no harm in looking backwards
there ain’t no shame in doing well
I said you’ve mean you’ve done that whole married bit
wife job house kids and all that shit
are you completely out of your mind?
I never could be a one woman man
I’m seeing three women right now
I said I know and if memory serves me right you’re about to get yourself into serious trouble
I said very soon you’ll find true love
you’ll come perilously close to screwing it up but trust me then you’ll have incredible sex for the next 20 years of your life
and you can be faithful I’ll show you how
which is why we’re having this conversation now
you arrogant insolent conceited self-absorbed little shit
why you pompous geezer windbag fart
who the hell do you think you are
I don’t want your damned hindsight
I don’t even want to grow up and be you
you sold out big and sold out fast
I’ll kick your geezer windbag ass
and well it all just kind of went downhill from there
I threw myself down on the ground
and I proceeded to try and pound
the crap out of myself while simultaneously trying to beat some sense into myself
but one of me was far too tired
and one of me was way too wired
so we called it a draw and agreed to go find a bar somewhere
I said nice car
I said thanks I always wanted one
I said I know
if I could meet myself as a young man
I guess we’d raise a little hell…
bartender would you please send
another round for me and my friend
we’ve got a lot of catching up to do
I’m the happiest I’ve ever been
focused balanced yang and yin
I like where I’ve wound up at 42
and you need to lay off that “sell out” stuff
maybe I ain’t sold out enough
do you know how hard it is to keep the faith
I’m still a registered democrat
I voted republican once and that
was for bill weld and he was running against that idiot John Silber so I think that was pretty defensible
man, you are such a bag of hot gas
admit it you wish you were me
unfettered by responsibility
you only like being 42 because you can’t be 21
and you need me here to play this part
chasing women so you don’t start
to regret all those crazy things you should’ve done
now about that woman of our dreams
what do you think about this scheme
we won’t be unfaithful if we both go home and uh check her out
nah I think that’d be a big mistake
the kids are probably still awake
besides I spent YEARS undoing the damage you did lay a finger on her and I’ll hit you so hard it’ll hurt me
and you know something I love women too
every bit as much as you
but this swagger of yours gets a little old
you blather on about running free but
well I was you and I remember clearly
the truth is most nights you slept alone
well that just hacked me right off and I had to buy myself numerous rounds of spirits and libations in an attempt to calm myself down
I tried to console myself but the truth was that in matters of both quality and quantity I was kicking my 21 year old butt I knew it and there was nothing I could do about it
if I could meet myself as a young man
some of those lies might ring a bell…
well I didn’t think that I’d be able
but I drank myself under the table
I’m glad that I can keep it up with age
‘cause I’m a kinder gentler Rob Siegel
all my vices are now legal
but my coffee intake concerns me deeply
so I called myself two cabs home
one to newton where I belong
and the other one back to 1978
I sure hope I grow up to be
the person that I saw in me
but if I didn’t grow up at all
that’d be great
I was pondering my mental health
after spending all night talking to myself
when a Harley pulled up
with an old guy on it
his hair was white as it could be
and he looked an awful lot like me
and he said
hey sonny
you got a minute?
if I could meet myself as an old man
oh the stories we could tell…
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Rob Siegel Boston, Massachusetts
Rob Siegel is well-known in Boston folk music circles as an innovative songwriter who draws from his idyllic yet stressed-
out middle-class suburban existence and produces memorable, intelligent, well-crafted songs.
His first new CD in 14 years, "A Landscape of Ghosts," will be out in April, with a CD release show at Club Passim on Monday April 30th.
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