gregrparker
Sep 12, 2018

Lyrics Looking for Music

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LETHAL INJECTION

There is a 5-way, traffic snared and angry

Take a turn for the better, lose the grief

Find relief

 

Take some time for introspection

Turn the volume down

Take a hit, a lethal injection

Of love

 

Gina Lola, my pin-up girl at 12

Hayley Mills at 13, I was

Maturin’

 

Take some time for introspection

Turn the volume down

Take a hit, a lethal injection

Of love

 

Take a hit, a lethal injection

Of love

gregrparker
Sep 12, 2018Edited: Sep 12, 2018

B GRADE BLUES

You are a monster

You don't have fins or scales

And your claws don't rip my flesh

You're low budget and you're trash

You're a rubber B grade monster, baby

Well yes, yes, yes

 

And I loved watching you after midnight

In that boozy monochrome

The light were dim, the smoke was thin

And we were all alone

You're a rubber B Grade monster, baby

Oh baby, please be gone

 

Then something came off the rails

While we were dancin' at the stomp

I thought I had you in my spotlight

While you were draggin' me to your swamp

You're a rubber B Grade monster

Oh baby, please be gone

 

You are a monster

You don't have fins or scales

And you claws don't rip my flesh

You're low budget and you're trash

You're a rubber B grade monster, baby

Well yes, yes, yes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

gregrparker
Sep 12, 2018Edited: Sep 12, 2018

DAY IT IS DYING Day it is dying

The air is soft whispers

All melancholy and brooding

Particular structures

In symbiotic dancing

While finding a fence

to sit on Day it is dying

In a deformed quietude

So beguiling it may

Take the edge off

your Martguerita, too

 

Day it is dying

And the clouds are all boiling

Like a dangerous smudge

Clinging to the riotous pages

Of an Ed Wood script

 

Day it is dying

Falling into it's own memory

Of recycled half-truths

Where we all congregate

Waiting for last drinks at the bar

 

Day it is dying

The air is soft whispers

All melancholy and brooding

Particular structures

In symbiotic dancing

While finding a fence

To sit on

gregrparker
Sep 12, 2018Edited: Sep 12, 2018

SHADOWBOY AND SONGBIRD

 

Hiding in the shadows

With diamonds in his eyes

Some call it stardust

While other say he's blind Shadowboy declares "I don't like it here,

The poets all tell lies

And things are getting weird" Darkness holds the land

Though there's some who call it night

The power and the glory Is just the money and the might The Colonel and the broker,

They keep it so sincere

But for Shadowboy and Songbird

It's all so clear

Yes, Shadowboy and Songbird The word is going 'round You're the shade behind the music And they say you're going down hey, yeah, hey yeah She pours herself a strong one And mixes in some dry Then changes both her names While others change their minds

And Songbird sings a tune Just like a wounded bird

But from her fallout shelter

You just cannot hear a word And Afferbeck Lauder

Recites his A-B-C While Finnegan begins again

To work on you and me So dressed in hi-heel sneakers,

A skillet in his hands

He radiates his power,

He radiates his plan

 

 

gregrparker
Sep 12, 2018

SAIL DOWN A BORDERLINE Desire calls us all to question Calls us to account

The advertizing dollar,

The sermon on the mount It's a burden I can't bear

These voices crisp and clear

From the servant and the master

Who tell me, "do not fear"

And you and I soon will know What it is we've lost

And though the road was open

The bridge was never crossed I climb up on a laser beam,

I wrestle with an epithet,

I sail down a borderline,

I sleep inside a clarinet

 

I cancel all subscriptions,

I dial the weary weatherman,

I speak your name quietly,

I stencil in another plan

 

The war is won

Oh, the war is lost

In the service of blind justice

In the blood spilled on the frost

And there's a scar now in the Heavens

Where our star, it fell

And there's a scar now in the Heavens

Where our star, it fell

 

 

 

gregrparker
Sep 12, 2018Edited: Sep 12, 2018

SUZANNAH OF CALYTHRIX

 

Who are you Where are you

Suzannah of Calythrix?

Lost in the blindness

 

Our best is behind us But Suzannah, we give thanks

For your kindness

And our sins Suzannah , the climber

Of the smoky fire

Where the flames are so cold

On the skin

 

Suzannah on the high wire

Waiting for the world to begin

 

Now I see you in your black dress

The street's in unrest

And they say the war Is won from within

 

You're a ghost, you're a symptom

You're bitter, you're lonesome

While I'm only

Hungry and thin

Tomorrow it's winter,

There'll be just a slither

Of hope that the deal is clear

And some light can get in

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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