Audio Addiction
I must admit I've got this audio addiction
It's a serious affliction it's a life support system
I'd do most anything for the spiritual nutrition
That I find when I am lost inside my compact disk collection
I walk into work with my Walkman hair
A little disheveled and recessed from ear to ear
Might look a little funny but I do not care
With my soundtrack in my head I've got nothing to fear
I've gotta say I woke up blue but now I'm feeling born anew
Suspended in the phrases of a didgeridoo
Finding that song was like falling in love
I floated off the ground and I kissed the sky above
I am a slave To the audio wave
You scammers and you pushers and you street preachers
You snake oil salesmen and similar creatures
Keep in mind you might as well consider me dead
I'm in a world apart with these phones on my head
My audio addiction sends me on a mission
My Walkman and I we're going CD fishing
We're hanging out a lot around these record stores
Hey hey there Mister Virgin have you got a little more of that AH AH AH AH AH...
Inside the Internet
I used to have these friends
That one day up and went
Inside the internet...
And when I miss these friends
I just do a search for them
Inside the internet...
And now I see them through my looking glass
Floating like ghosts in their Ethernet
Their voices are memories
Their emails like letters from across the seas
I think about the times we actually shared
But now my Friendsters, they've got me scared
'Cause I might not even know if they'd died
Their web sites would still be hanging up inside
Inside the internet...
My Wife Had A Dream
My wife had a dream
That I had a clone
And while I was away
The clone would keep her company
Upon my scheduled returns
The clone was programmed to go away
It went on like this for years
And we all lived happily...
But then one day came sad news
I'd had a fatal car crash...
Upon my scheduled return
The clone was programmed to go away
Upon my scheduled return
The clone was programmed to go away
But she didn't want it to
She didn't want it to...
The Butterfly and the Entomologist
Out on the road I met a butterfly
She had a fantastic wingspan, almost two feet wide
She'd recently been injured and she could not fly
So she asked me if she could bum a ride
In the old shell of her chrysalis she carried her things
She tossed it in the back and stretched her beautiful wings
She sat there next to me with her front legs on the dashboard
Those wings folded behind her and her little head cocked forward
She told me her story, a price was on her head
This bastard entomologist pursued her live or dead
He'd vowed to hunt her down as there was a large reward
He'd captured her and drugged her and nailed her to a board
Her escape was narrow, she'd torn through her own wing
She saw my look of horror and she started to sing
"I'm going to a no man's land Because men and violence are intertwined"
Well, I see, I said.
But not all men are violent
I'm not a violent man myself
She laughed and said try not to get too attached to me
'Cause soon I will be well and I will fly away from thee
One night when we had stopped into a diner for a meal
She laughed and laughed about the plastic flowers on the tables
I started seeing through her eyes the passing desert scenery
She watched the birds and tumbleweeds
With fondness and with envy
We came across some sad road kill, a beautiful coyote
She sighed her butterfly sigh and once again sang softly:
"I'm going to a no man's land Because men and violence are intertwined"
Next morning as I came out of a Texaco station,
I saw she wasn't at the car, and I figured she had run
Then I heard her high squeal and I heard his low laughter
"You'll never out run me" he said, "you are the girl I'm after."
I chased down the sound to the side of the station,
She was cornered between the wall and a soda machine
I moved as if by instinct, I did it without thought
I clipped him and I kicked him
And I grabbed him 'round the throat
I pinned him to the wall and his eyes were bulging wide
I said if there's a next time I will see YOU crucified
With this I released him and he crumpled to the ground
The butterfly was gone again when I turned around
But then her little song drew our attention to the sky
Though with a certain lack of grace she had begun to fly
That was the last I saw of her, she never said goodbye
She just flapped off and disappeared
While singing with a sigh
"I'm going to a no man's land Because men and violence are intertwined"
In Barcelonely
In Barcelonely
Reality is hitting me
I'll never sleep again without you
But that's okay
I'll go to a movie
And dream the roles we'd have played
And then I'll go to the ocean
And sit upon a giant stone
And watch the waves come crashing in
all lyrics by Thomas Truax, copyright 2005
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