JADE THE STONE

Jade the stone has bought a lot
Of tractor-trailer treaded hearts
Dressed with neon, spiced with asphalt
Tastes familiar, tastes a lot like home

He rides the bus each day at nine
Some comfort just to recognize
Those concrete gazes paved with faces
Rocking roads on tarred and feathered pride

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Jade's falling for tin-timbred ice elation
He's got lots of love to trade for freon veins
Now he's got temporary patience
But murmuring desperation - stalks Stone

He cracks a sparrow, tacks a wing
On pavement walks beyond the factories'
Sugar-sweet black smoking breeze
He tramples spring and steamrolls linden leaves

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Jade's falling for tin-timbred isolation
He's got lots of love to trade for free
On veins now he's got temporary patience
But abulic desperation...Ohhh

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And Jade's calling for tin-timbred expiation
He's got lots of time to wait for dispensation
He's been blessed by track filled patience
Freon veins and cool ablation Ohhhh...

He bangs alone
He's Jade the Stone
He hangs alone
He rocks the road
On tired, wired pride
Allied
With none
With none
With one
He's won
He's won
One...

INCORRIGIBLE

Impressive tangibles give a good look
Though you've never earned a penny
And you barely read books
Well, maybe ones with pictures and two syllable words
You've sponged off your parents and taken the

Thirty thousand dollars they gave you for school
And spent it all in ways
To prove you're ever so cool
You pride yourself for being in the popular crowd
Normal people think you're just obnoxious and loud

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And you're out with a different girl every night
Never come home till the dark's turned to light
You're incorrigible
You're incorrigible

Wonderbread, wonderhead you fuel the show
With your 400 SE
And an eight-ball of blow
Ride through the mirror on a grin full of gin
Brake on empty, then you begin again

In your black shirt, pants and black shoes
Join the dead souls
Who've got nothing to lose
Wear on the outside what you wear on the inside
May be nothing, but it's nothing with pride!

BRIDGE
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Impressive tangibles give a good look
Though you've never earned a penny
And you barely read books
And you wear on the outside what you
Wear on the inside
May be nothing but you've nothing to hide

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Life's so great as long as you get to play
You've got what you want in a marshmallow way
You're incorrigible
You're incorrigible
You're incorrigible

TWINKIE DEFENSE

Forty-four magnum advertisements
Rip through the ears and the eyes
All that's left
When they clear up the mess
A mouth that unthinking cries "Yes."

Roll out a strong corporate image and
Own this land from sea to sea
My country tis' of thee
Land of the free
Red, white, blue slaves to TV

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The people have spoken they want their fruitcakes
Pet rocks and green linguini
Taste your death in a mint flavored breath
The Twinkie defense ain't a lie

Spilled milk begets tears and rational fears
Murder by cream filled sponge treats
Binge your last binge
Because soon it will end
When the cuisinarts all take revenge

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Taste death in a mint flavored breath
The Twinkie defense ain't a lie

OFF COLOR ANGEL

Glassy beer bottle popsicles at the party
And an orange, pink purple panty-hose on the ceiling
People passeed out on the floor all around
In the middle of a coffee table set by the wall
Sits an off color angel just returned from a fall
She says "Things are not what they seem
"Things are not what they seem."

Tundra-faced copy-catters crawl to the light
They pray this day will treat them better than did last night
Then they trade their porcelain gods for a nonchalant nod
As the off color angel makes her way to the door
All she wanted was a good time but she feels like a whore
She says "Things are not what they seem
Things are not what they seem."

(Spoken)
So the off color angel makes her way quietly from the house
She gets into her car and looks into the rearview mirror
So she can pull out of her parking place
But all she sees is her face
She's startled by the reflection
It looks just like her
Cigarette ash skin and sunken hollow eyes
Earthworms eat their way through to her soul
She blinks and they're gone
Replaced by strands of matted hair
But she knows she wasn't wrong
Things are not what they seem

Glassy beer bottle popsicles at the party
And an orange, pink, purple panty-hose on the ceiling
People passed out on the floor all around
Off color angel
Things are not what they seem
Things are not what they seem

SOLO

IS THE POT OKAY?

I trundled through the kitchen with a spear in my spine
Swept my arms about me dizzy, screamed in pain, ripped apart
The Farberware cut the air like butter and fear
Overwhelmed me as I heard her cry through Dewar’s and beer

Is the pot okay? Is the pot okay? Is the pot okay?
Is the pot okay? Is the pot okay? Is the pot okay?

I laid out on the floor between a kettle and baked beans
And I popped a naxopren and some cyclobenzaprene
I moaned aloud and threw a sprig of parsley ‘gainst the wall
And it sprinkled on my spasms as I heard a plaintive call

Is the pot okay? Is the pot okay? Is the pot okay?
Is the pot okay? Is the pot okay? Is the pot okay?

My mind all numb and sticky gum, she flip-flopped angrily
To the saucer spilled of saucy sauces laying by my feet
She chided me my anger, said I needed therapy
Then she called a friend named Fred who asked her confidentially

Is the pot okay? Is the pot okay? Is the pot okay?
Is the pot okay? Is the pot okay? Is the pot okay?

DANGER GAME

Place a name on the forehead
And I’ll try to guess the one that I am.
Am I smart? Am I fun?
Am I sexy? Am I just the
One you want to know?

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I wanna know
I wanna know you
You’re the wish. You’re the myth
Spoken of by poets, fools and martyrs.

In a metaphor game,
In a culinary way what am I?
Am I tasty? Am I sweet?
I’d like to be the cherry on top
Of your Sunday treat.

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BRIDGE
I hung from windows, burned a hand
Licked a boot, ate a sock
Even walked on bottle tops for you
But I never won the Danger Game
Till I jumped from my heart on to yours.

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BRIDGE (instrumental)

I took a name from a hat
Put it back ‘cuz it was not the right one.
Picked again and again
‘Cuz I couldn’t rest until I’d
Found the one I love

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BRIDGE

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SPLIT-ROCK SYMPHONY

May Day flautists Pan the 4PM moon
On wine lips and passion breath the cavalcade roams
Through sandstone, split-rock syphonies and a sigh
Over cholla fields, purple, pink and red blooms

Tumbleweed towns roll away like a ghost
They follow pied pipers offering up their glad toasts
Crows on the wind surf Appollonian sky
Dancing with the breeze and singing out with a cry

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They sing holy holy holy holy holy
Holy holy holy holy Hey
Ring around the rosie
Seven times it goes
Throw posies
Raise a Phoenix
Crush a glass
And square the circle at last

Cascade lovers strum through rivers of stone
Snatch a joyous tune from a ribbon rock drone
Coyotes scramble ‘cross the peaks and howl through the night
Raising desert’s dome with wild shrieks of delight

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