Carposina distincta

(Mike Anderson)

Verse
She could not control her guilty smile
I slept alone that night
It was on Christmas Day that nothing came
and nothing went away
The sunflowers that make you wait
while broken skins float down kitchen drains
Cicadas beat a rhythm, landscapes of music,
I pull the blinds

Sunflowers on the meadow, fixed in tireless fires
Sunlit water sparkles out your eyes

Chorus:

The Anesthetist drank all my wine
I took a bus back in time
and hid under my table
Bony limbs of tired restless children
the hot seats of a car
the singing of summer traveling
She stroked my legs with bitten fingertips
sunset fell on painted lips
the moon shone out like a halo
My face against the warm grassy air
your suntanned derrière
with despair I loved you with intentions

Verse:
Hurricane scratches out a skyline, fear of wasted years
leads me to dream a while
Sought the flesh of younger girls in his twilight years,
maybe he'll get lucky tonight
Here I am, awoken by the tulips,
your stubborn pouted lips wouldn't caress my name
I roll into my convalescent shade, I play a little game
I see you do the same

Your heart a battleship, you're weeping
hotel stops the rain
A horse compares its tail
to its mane


Chorus:

The Anesthetist drank all my wine
I took a bus back in time
and hid under my table
Bony limbs of tired restless children
the hot seats of a car
the singing of summer traveling
She stroked my legs with bitten fingertips
sunset fell on painted lips
the moon shone out like a halo
My face against the warm grassy air
your suntanned derrière
with despair I loved you with intentions

Wash You 'Till You're Dry

(By Dylan Hart)

(Verse)

We applaud and Cheer to Thee

Who lash and break the night

Who sing and plead to torture

Those who sought to write

Reformed around the ring

Was it was signed away?

Washed and drained from my ear

No choice lets evil stay

Pulled and dragged from the car

With the hard winter rain

Pinning me to the mud

Providence masked the cane

I chose my enemies

And I was soon cured

But soon enough I became

A follower and a Druid.

(chorus)

Burn all that they wrote

Sink their paper boat

Leave nothing afloat

Try to win your vote

Wash you till you're dry

Your hands wont untie

Nothings to imply

You had better comply!

My thoughts became poison

My mind turned so sour

The chants and rituals

Grew by the hour

The death climbed to the top

Pushed out my life and tongue

But with that came relief

With the air from my lung

My mind and body warped

By their magic and smiles

Who's blood is on the floor?

Is that mine on the tiles?

The savage from the station

Was screaming out my name

I tried to hide my face

I ignored his declaim.

(chorus)

Burn all that they wrote

Sink their paper boats

Leave nothing afloat

Try to win your vote

Wash you till you're dry

Your hands wont untie

Nothings to imply

You'd better comply!

Beethoven

(By Mike Anderson)

Windows opened that night!

I’m a watermelon fool!

Looked at myself sideways

Saw blood and I got hungry

I’ll just lay on my back a while

And shoot at the moon, like when we were kids

Just a lump in a big grey mountain

Then he asked me, “Mum, how far away is Scotland?”

I don’t know! I dunno kid!

Stop asking so many questions!

(Chorus):

Lick the icing off my dreams

Be polite and fall asleep

You got your Daddy’s brains

Rain in February’s strange

Why’d you draw so many houses?

You wasted 12 sheets of paper

Boy, boy, what’s wrong?!

Make a phone from those empty bean cans

It’s Ludwig Beethoven! He can really drink!

He needs vitamins! It’s so German!

Lick the icing off my dreams

Be polite and fall asleep

You got your Daddy’s brains

Rain in February’s strange

AAARRGGHH!!

Lick the icing off my dreams

Be polite and fall asleep

You got your Daddy’s brains

Rain in February’s strange

Hinden-Bird

(By Mike Anderson)

The mouths were hungry

The skulls were breathing

Hearts were beating

In the subway smoking

Had a lazy eyelid

A palsied lip

Collected subway tokens

Hid them in his typewriter

Drugs got your Daddy

All needles and elbows

And the money ran out

Laundry was homework

And her face crapped out

And her legs dropped out

She’d be unconscious for hours

A Patch of blue! Part the clouds!

Let the sky fall down! Want a mouthful of snow!

He hypnotized my mind

The heroes were dead and the ghosts were alive

I was obliged to sit down

My interest grew an inch

That old dumb moon-

Didn’t see me

I crawled under bush

Kept my head under water

Give me morphine all night long

Give me laughing gas

Makes me all emotional!

The voice on the phone! Its Naomi screaming!

You’ll wake the neighbours! You’ll wake the neighbours!

Chorus:

I Play Spades, I take lives

I rape your ears with the jangle of my knives

I feel the joy, like a little boy

Sleeping bad at dawns orange-dusk light

Drink that cheap Soda

Gives you weird ideas

Hitler’s in the ceiling

He holds a nazi dagger

Drowned in your mirror

Pump the dead body fulla music

Hear its big belly laugh

“A do-do-do-do-do-“

Pinwheeling my arms through poison gas

Stepping on snakes under the overpass

And he only had a half-nose

Smooth eyes, I have him loose change

The crab waved its claws

The maracas all a click-clack

He gave me an African Parrot

I kept it on Whiskey

And I taught that bird to sing! I taught it to sing!

I taught that birdy to sing! Sing for me!

(bird solo)

Chorus:

I Play Spades, I take lives

I rape your ears with the jangle of my knives

I feel the joy, like a little boy

Sleeping bad at dawns orange-dusk light

Everything is Twisted

(By Dylan Hart)

Everything is twisted

Watching the Lines dry

Everything is twisted

Hoping that it dies

Everything is twisted

Your faith like wire

Everything is twisted

Climbing up the spire

Everything is twisted

Our lives are on TV

Everything is twisted

When you're sober like me

Everything is twisted

They fight right on through

Everything is twisted

They've been coming for you.

Sentinel

(By Dylan Hart)

In the hotel of the town i was staying

The owner cautioned me about the road ahead

The ancient evils that lay dormant in the hills

In a ditch behind a bush she found me nearly dead'

We met each other on the road to Denonder

She brought me back to her home and healed me best she could

Once she said to me that she did not live alone

I didn't see anyone else and never would

I still cant remember what I was looking for

I cant remember why i traveled to the hills

What i found left me not needing to look for more

I was impressed by her ability and skill

Where the hills met the mountains, her home tucked away

Her home sat surrounded by a ring of red dirt

Where she must have paced around it, shuffling her feet

As though her steps had killed the ground and the earth

I was not a religious man and still I'm not

She always carried an old book like a red tome

I sneaked a look at the book and saw a painting

It was a shrine in the mountain near her home

She had lived in the hills her entire life

And she will most likely live there for a few more

She said to me that god sent her here to hide it

She never told me what it was and what its for

I followed her to the place painted in the book

The white came down and covered up all the black

Like then i could feel my life being pulled away

We continued to follow a path with no track

She told me that to live i had to go with her

Because i was still actually sick and riddled

To save my body i needed its remedy

The water flowed into my hands, none was spilled.

Madame Dupuy

(By Mike Anderson)

Agonising in desire to please, she was amateur

Drop a little oil into my brown-washed dry hinges

Naked in the Pink Room, shoulders

I filled my glass and raised it

The tension in his set eyes was vacant and now released

He stopped transfixed by the light

She could not explain her insect bites

Its thirsty weather, said the bus conductor, he said it all through the Summer

An elegant stain, gesture, paralyzed passionate look

He stopped transfixed by the light

She could not explain her insect bites

His voice was curt and masculine

I took a whiff of mescaline

A flake of coke on abdomen

On a skin that felt African

Jesus allow this moment

Between lips parched and open

Your cream, a scented lotion

Your Roman ocean, golden

Volatile, uneasy Summer of 1939

I didn’t need to work, I was beyond fame

He stopped transfixed by the light

She could not explain her insect bites

Laid on Marcelles bed with the phonograph

Criticised yourself, taste for self analysis

He stopped transfixed by the light

She could not explain her insect bites

 His voice was curt and masculine

I took a whiff of mescaline

A flake of coke on abdomen

On a skin that felt African

Jesus allow this moment

Between lips parched and open

Your cream, a scented lotion

Your Roman ocean, golden

Letter Back Home

(By Dylan Hart)

We wore the clothes that they gave us

We took the guns that they gave us

We took the bombs that they gave us

We used the maps that they gave us

We ate the food that they gave us

We used the shelter they gave us

We took the hope that they gave us

We took the fear that they gave us

We signed the letters they gave us

We took the shovels they gave us

We took the pills that they gave us

We flew the planes they gave us

We wore the masks they gave us

We took the hate they gave us

We took the money they gave us

I took the lives that they gave to me.

The Late Show

(By Mike Anderson)

I lay down my robe, and the sea was hungry

My skin was cold in the angry shade

The children there were not my enemies

I bought apartments there on the corner of Knife and Handle

The alleys, the bars, the long highways

My automobile rusted by the river

And the water there was not my enemy

I have a brother who drowned in the Gulf of Mexico

So I hiked a hitch with a blandly mother

I’m a youthful stranger, unlike your other

The exits there were not the end of me

Drunk in my jacket, I sold them insurance

Son have you heard the hermit in the mountains?

His sunflower unholy battered soul

What more could I name, what more could I name?

Grime skin mad black things spiked his eyes

I said, “Sir, that man is not my enemy.”

And the pigeon pots on the window sill wilted down with fear

I lifted a knife in the house of love

Like a child catholic throws a dove

And the death that comes from your enemy

Plays sweet sad music like a horse head sings Sinatra

“You think you’re a big kind of dreamer?!”

Moon moon moon and a million lives!

The circus of forms that you send to me

I stove away under the stool of my piano

Long melancholy of long-legged Mary

Tried to scratch out the moons decaying gloom

Watching the late show with a cigarette in the room

The station close projects a shimmer on her skin

On an elevator 100 miles away

Squirts insulin in a fistful of his skin

The sugars there were not his enemies

Apples in ice-cream: a perfume to his soul

The Wooden Box

(By Dylan Hart)

Sitting by the pool of fire

Mesmerised upon the rocks

Thinking that we're all liars

Hidden in the wooden box

Just like you, I'm a slave

To this world and its decay

Did you take what it gave

I took it without Delay

I knew a man that lived alone

Who tried to do what he could

In his house made of stone

Pride, pity, straw and wood

Ive been stuck in this dream

For so long that its real

Its all stranger than it seems

I forgot how life feels

The flowing fountain slowed

And trickled away

The drained river showed

A pathway to yesterday

Walking down the stone stairs

That have become exposed

My mouth fills with prayers

But i try to keep it closed

Half buried next to the bank

Was a box that was locked

I grabbed it as it sank

Into the mud and the rocks

It tried to take me too

As the water began to rise

Trying to pull me through

Until I opened my eyes.

Basket Ball

(By Mike Anderson)

Little black boys playing ball by the light pole

backboard bolted up top of their shouting

10 foot tall and rising

Leaning down to stab a cigarette out

And the ball ricochets off the rim

Everybody smoked marijuana with him

He drank all night and he thought of her

Carefully had memorized the curves of her legs

Still pretty despite loves stinkin smell

He hated you because it took courage to love

Balloons and blondes scaring kids

Plang pah-lang lang

Stung by life, the blossoms shake

I moved it once, sparkling beads

Hummingbirds chance upon

Flowers left by waning love

Hold the ball at the free-throw line

Natural, gliding by

Know the way, through the grades

Folded coats, after-smoke

The swans drowned in waste water up by the sign

The bull made a symphony out of the sun

A thousand days she’s been underground

Sunflowers sink down on my drunken arms

Let the maggots crawl into my mouth

I loved my life but I preferred his wife

“You’ve hurt my feelings,” she said

Plang, pah-lang lang

Stung by life, the blossoms shake

I moved it once, sparkling beads

Hummingbirds chance upon

Flowers left by waning love

Hold the ball at the free-throw line

Natural, gliding by

Know the way, through the grades

Folded coats, after-smoke

Weather

By Dylan Hart

doctor, butcher and the priest
Watched the moon sink into the city

Driving around a place they dont know

With a stomach full of pity.

The priest said at the top

That he did not really like the view

Where the stains of planes walk behind

Suitcases filled with clocks and shoes

(Chorus)

Trapped under glass for all of time

In the recessed of the slime

Beckoning calls over airwaves

Assist the struggle of the Slaves

Dont be weak, hold our sign up high

Our bombs are clouding up the sky

Their fat bellies make an easy shot

Take their wallets and schemes they plot

They caught it as it dripped into the cup

That ball of light fell ceaselessly

It liquefied and smelled just like paint

Revealing, unveiling eternity

When the bartender said to me

That I would surely have a plan

I said "pour me another and ill tell"

"And we'll drive as high as we can!"

Trapped under glass for all of time

In the recessed of the slime

Beckoning calls over airwaves

Assist the struggle of the Slaves

Dont be weak, hold our sign up high

Our bombs are clouding up the sky

Their fat bellies make an easy shot

Take their wallets and schemes they plot