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?

CHORUS
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.

CHORUS

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.

CHORUS
CHORUS

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

CHORUS

BRIDGE

CHORUS
CHORUS

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

CHORUS
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

CHORUS
CHORUS