In a hell hole of idiots and ruin And screenfulls of world saving ghosts Always in the sunshine, always wishing for rain I just ain’t rock n roll; time to call it a day I went to the crossroads and I talked to the devil And I offered him my soul He said ‘man you can keep it’, ‘your stuff is boring’ ‘cause it ain’t the blues or rock n roll’ I never had a hooker, I mostly keep alone had very little drugs and heartbreak I’m just immature and old And here I am all grey and sober Trying to do a song… I’m trying to do a song: Bring on the dancing horses And fetch me roman orgies Do it for the lady That sometimes in her eyes Your star is on the rise Yeh, your star is on the rise, in my boring life.

I got goats and I got blues I got about a thousand friends So I guess I must be makin’ sense So pardon my spelling and pardon my French Sweet Abigail left and the house is so quiet I light a match in the dark The house now is so quiet… (The child is twitching her lids I guess it must be the fever) all that freedom… I got people behind me And all that freedom… Since, that bitch, Abigail left And the house got so damn quiet I light a match in the dark The house is so damn quiet I got a furry fender strat Deep in the woods in a shack A long sad beard and a smoking gun Since madness visited the suburb Now Paint me Abby and fill me with lies In my head your light will never die I light a match in the dark The kid’s got twitchy eyes… Jesus made me do it I swear to god Jesus made me do it And Jimmie sang ‘hey Bob’ Jesus made me do it Abigail! You’re so cold…

I hide my head in the pillow I keep my body very still I’m in love with this woman on the bed That was bitten till I bled She’s the star in this And she’s ready again… I just hold on to the sheets Here she comes again… Do you love her as much as I do? You better love as much as I do She never hurts as much as I do Yeh you better love her as much as I do Her marks will only stay with me And only I will stay with you my love now it’s some morning after we sit across a quiet table the narrative is over… do you still love her? It’s another morning after 200 miles of quiet table the narrative is over… are you still in love with her? You better love her…

The ways of seagulls Like the ways of crows The souls of butterflies Grey against your door Their beautiful ashes Raining from above That indelible verse Running out of words: ‘Someday everyday and always yours… And always yours.’ Trapdoors to the stars Doorways to the sun All the way to fall back To the top And all the diamond snow Glittering and warm Like a couple lost Forever lost in love And what never happened Cannot be undone…

Love’s a secret Like the mercy of lies Painting a sun Over a rainy night Or the beautiful truth Or some iron proof So what am I to you? Your love seemed endlessly Bound by the shackles of dreams Caught in the borders of beauty Between the perfect lips Or some beautiful truth That’s all yours for keeps Fly, fly Now baby let me fly Like a bird fading up In your sky Your river was deep and your mountain was high But now I’ll fly Fly, fly Baby, watch me fly No blood in the clouds, there’s no pain in the sky The mountain got steep and the water was high So now, alone, I’m flying… It’s one hell of a world There’s a life to live The mud is a getting too thick and so is the scum of things but here I’m singing this in sweet victory… now the flesh is weak and the spirit’s just the weakest part of it… in sweet victory…

‘A pretty pass in the rear view mirror, It’s coming on the overtake… I’ve got to stop panicking. Got to keep cool Got to learn to live with my mistakes Overdue debt to the taxman, I tried to have and eat my cake. I think I must have been crazy in retrospect; All the lines run together They just don’t seem to connect I want to update my memory I want to rewrite my past… Ooh, found out, no chance I think I must have been crazy to do The stuff I did I think I must have been crazy, crazy, crazy I think I must have been crazy But that’s the price we pay- Every lucky throw of the dice Will come back to us one of these days I want to update my memory I want rewrite my past I don’t like what it’s telling me It all floods back so fast I guess I was my own worst enemy…’ ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (And now… And now I’m fucked..)

(and she said) ‘Do you wanna play? I can play your sister You can take my picture, we can feed our dollies We can scream and yell. Stay up for weeks on end Deep into the red Promise that you love me or else… I’m your one and only star or else… I’ll be a fly, a buzzing fly I’ll be a fly, a fly with a knife a butterfly around you I’ll fly… sister… sister…’ PSU: ‘this grisly bear’s my ego, roaring in the moonlight a red queen full of anger feeding on her court sure I’ll take your picture you were heaven sent to sit before my lens. Hey, look my feet look neat I dip my toes in i-ching What was your name again, you little bitch?’ And then they drove their guest back to the airport, hastily bought a ticket and sent her back home. The next day she logged in and she wrote back: ‘remember my sweet toes you photographed? I’m cleaning my toenails with switchblade, I’m cutting myself, I bleed… xxxxx’ And the next day she logged in and she wrote back: ‘I will force-feed your dollies, I will KILL YOU!!!’ And then the other one had a panic attack : (‘me, me, me, me….’) And about two truckloads of xanax: (‘xanax, xanax, xanax, xanax..’) Things didn’t improve for a couple of days And then the referee blew his whistle And ended the match…