It’s like a normal times square day on 42nd street
I feel like trashing some windows and crunching some feet
I watch society crumble and I just laugh (hee hee)
They soon will see what its like to be the other half

But I’m trying
Said I’m trying to forget
And it ain’t happened yet

I musta woke up this morning with a bug up my ass
I think I’ll just haul off and belt the next jerk that I pass
My old man says I’m just a stoned little punk
But he keeps himself a pistol and he’s always drunk

I know
Somethings gonna give
Pretty soon
I know it
Somethings gonna give
I wanna live
I wanna mess thing whole world around

Go on and poison all the water, use up all the air
Blow your stupid heads off, see if I could care
Put me down but don’t blame me for what you did
cause inside everyone is a heavy metal kid

I was a sweet little kid once
Now I’m a full grown crank
And when I die I’ll probably come back as a sherman tank
I know that I could make this world so peaceful and calm
If I could only get my hands on a hydrogen bomb

Sometimes its hard to look up under
The times we’re going through
I scratch my head and stare and wonder
How to face the day anew
But it gives my life a bit more meaning
To feel in love with you

So heavy, I don’t want to weigh you down
Oh baby, I don’t want to tie you down

I don’t want a thing to mar this ever
The picture that we make
The balance of our minds together
The perfect give and take
For me to let my love possess you
Would be the worst mistake

I’m sorry, I don’t want to bring you down
Oh baby, I don’t want to tie you down
Oh jesus, I don’t want to nail you down
Oh baby, I don’t want to tie you down

Fill up your mind with all it can know
Don’t forget that your body will let it all go
Fill up your mind with all it can know
What would we be without wishful thinking

Chambers of chains
With red plastic mouths
The inside of outside
No one has found
How to unring the bell
It’s just as well

The turntable sizzles
Casting the spells
The pressure devices
Hell in a nutshell
Is any song worth singing
If it doesn’t help

Fill up your mind with all it can know
Don’t forget that your body will let it all go
Fill up your mind with all it can know
‘Cause what would love be without wishful thinking

Open your arms as far as they will go
We take off your dress
An embarrassing poem
Was written when I was alone
In love with you

I shook down those lines
To shine up the streets
I got up off my hands and knees
To thank my lucky stars that you’re not me

What would we be without wishful thinking
What would we be without wishful thinking
What would we be without wishful thinking

“How can you do this to me?”
“How can you do this to me?”
She asked, “How can you?”

My reply: “I don’t know why,
You can’t see that I’m not doing anything to you.
This is happening to us.”

You say, you want everything to be alright.
I say, “everything will be alright.
Just not tonight
Not tonight.”

Mobile phones: electric letters
Spending more time apart than together
Finally it’s taken it’s toll
I can feel myself helplessly spinning
Out of control

So sorry I could not ease your mind
Rather busy trying not to lose mine
Not to lose mine
Not to lose mine

You can say the soul is gone
The feeling’s just not there
Not like it was so long ago.

On the empty page before you
You can fill in what you care
Try to make it new before you go.

Take the simple case of the Sarge’
Who wouldn’t go back to war
‘Cause the hippies
tore down everything
that he was fighting for.

Or the lovers on the blankets
The city turned to whores
With memories
of green kissed by the sun.

You can say the soul is gone
And close another door
Just be sure
that yours is not the one.

And I’m singing for the stringman
Who lately lost his wife
There is no dearer friend of mine
That I know in this life.

On his shoulder rests a violin
For his head where chaos reigns
But his heart
can’t find a simple way
To live with all those things.

All those things to pull
He’s a stringman
A stringman
All those strings to pull

Did you get your disconnection notice?
Mine came in the mail today
They seem to think I’m disconnected
Don’t think I know what to read or write or say
Glossaries injected daily
Words and numbers spell out the price to pay
It simply states “you’re disconnected baby”
See how easily it all slips away

This is no direction
Prepare for the city
Angels turn on heaven’s light

Hurry up, the stage awaits you
Don’t forget to memorize your lines
Can you hear them congratulate you?
Out of step just can’t find the time
Will we pass thru undetected?
Everything’s right here inside our file
You’re not so free to be so unprotected
A secret Mona Lisa hides behind her smile

This is no direction
Prepare for the city
Angels turn on heaven’s light

Did you get your disconnection notice?
Mine came in the mail today
They seem to think I’m disconnected
Don’t think I know what to read or write or say
Glossaries injected daily
Words and numbers spell out the price to pay
It simply states “you’re disconnected baby”
See how easily it all slips away

pigs, they tend to wiggle when they walk
the infrastructure rots
and the owners hate the jocks
with their agents and their dates

if the signatures are checked
you’ll just have to wait

and we’re counting up the instants that we save
tired nation so depraved
from the cheap seats see us
wave to the camera
it took a giant ramrod
to raze the demon settlement

but high-ho silver, ride
high-ho silver, ride

take another ride to see me home
listen to me! i’m on the stereo stereo
oh my baby baby baby baby babe
gave me malaria hysteria

what about the voice of geddy lee
how did it get so high?
i wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy?
(i know him and he does!)

and you’re my fact-checkin’ cuz
(Aww…)

well focus on the quasar in the mist
the kaiser has a cyst
and i’m a blank want list
the qualms you have and if they stick
they will drown you in a crick
in the neck of a woods
that was populated by
tired nation on the fly
everybody knows advice
that was give out for free
lots of details to discern
lots of details

but high-ho silver ride
high-ho silver ride
takes another ride to make me
oh, get off the air
i’m on the stereo stereo
oh my baby baby baby baby baby babe
gave me malaria hysteria

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won’t flinch and
I won’t blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won’t blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons
our nights
our bodies
spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won’t use it
yet.

“Raw With Love”, -Charles Bukowski