The Men Who Grew Out of You

Into the mirror I reflect a face or two.
I see the state of the men
who grew up out of you.

No agenda is concealed behind the scenes.
I'm just a traveler returning
       with a story it seems
             that while you played your games,
             and while you chewed your gum,
       There were forces at work
       Spreading hatred and love.

Every time that Pac-man met his lady
             The kids in China-
Didn't get a single grain of rice to eat.
Every time you won a can of soda
             A Nobel prize was-
Placed upon the mountaintop of justice

Today's reflection is a twin reality.
There's been sleeping and dreaming
growing up into me's.

The clock is ticking as I join and quit the club-
Never fully embracing
             all this hatred and love
                      should fill my skin with flames,
                      yet as the chances come,
             My blood stays cool and I live
             For the fuss and the fun.

Every time a monk has made his breakthrough,
             I punch the time clock.
Go on home and play a little hide-and-seek.

Americanized

I met a man today in My dreams.
I wore a cheap disguise.
But he could see right through to My american eyes.
He said don't be ashamed of mother's apple pie.
But still I feel I live an american lie.
Because the need for something more is buried deep inside of Me.

I've heard a thing or two about people working all their lives-
So I can dress up right for the american night.
I'm driving here and there filling needs that once were just desires.
I add My shiny heap to the american pile.
Because the right to something more's been branded somehow onto Me.
And these things that I surround Myself with will not let Me be.

Through My window on the world, what will I see?

There's no water in arabian nights
And no food in third world bellies today,
But the forty minute shower and a pizza's the american way.
As the Eskimo sinks in the sea
To provide My precious gasoline-
Will I continue to believe in this american anomaly?
Will it take the ocean's boiling rise-
To pry open these cozy, lazy, american eyes?

Dreaming anorexian dreams,
But binging on the blood 'till we gag.
Comfortable bulimics. Wrap our fat in the american flag.
Pocket satisfaction.  It's an instant payday.
Always something more to receive.
America the beautiful's pot-bellied, stingy destiny!

If it's the quest for something more that is our dream, our dream is greed.
And the more that we surround ourselves with things, the more we need.
You know the emptiness inside won't leave no matter how we feed.
Because the filling of another's cup's the only food we need.

Gravity Rats

T-Bone Sassy

In the din of haunting, I did bare my fangs.
This is the beginning of a sunny day.
There is a reflection warming over me.
Brother, can you tell me how things have changed?

Fungal crazy monkey takes away my fangs.
Man survives the crash before the station.
There is a connection warming over me.
Brother, won't you watch my transformation?

T-Bone Sassy.
Satisfy my plea for sanity.
T-Bone Sassy.
Satisfy my need for sanity-
And a satisfied life.

I am a being of light.
I am a being of light.
I am a being of light
Without that dried ivy hanging-
                strangling, persisting.

T-Bone sassy
Satisfies my plea for sanity
T-Bone Sassy
satisfies my need for sanity
T-Bone Sassy satisfied-my dreamy canopy
It's a satisfied life.

Cathedral Prism, sparkling bright.
Piercing daydream through the night.
Smiling blur but still can see,
satisfy my youthful dreams,
all at once and in between,
it took more than I could steer,
to bring the joy that I have here.
T-bone sassy.

No Dominion

Hammer through the daises
in the apple of his eye
a pillar of steam

a pillar of steam

rumble of a train
leading nowhere in union

Hammer through the daises
in the apple of his eye
a pillar of steam

a pillar of steam

rumble of a train
leading inward

death shall have no dominion

the tunnel sky-coal daydream
we run all night on tracks of light
the tunnel sky is filled
with smoke and steam
we'll run all night on tracks of light

death shall have no dominion

Safety Net

With the training wheels off, your baby rides away.
And before you can move, he's crying on the ground.
As you run to his side, your heart-- it is humming.
Now, what will you do to make it all okay?

Will you carry him home and let him grow tomorrow?
Will you be the savior?
Keep the child another day?

Will you buy him pads for knees and elbows, head and
shoulders?
Will you push him back into his cozy little stroller?

Now the man with the bomb, he said he's gonna do it.
So you take all your pills, and I wrap the house in
tape.
The alarms and the guard dogs will tell us if he's
coming.
And so now we can live our lives, underneath the TV
tray.

We are cuddling together here in a womblike net of
safety.
If we let go we might find out
that to use a savior
is to snooze a life away.

With wood chips on playground floors
and stoppers on heavy doors
and people down on all fours
there will still be danger.

With pads around metal poles
and city-wide safety goals
and gerbils kept out of holes
I'll get my share of danger.

With cops upon every street
and only veggies to eat
Cat Stevens on no-fly sheets
you'll get your share of danger.

You can't avoid the danger.
The danger is our savior.
That scary, scary danger.

To what lengths we'll go to run away-
To run away from the danger
But then, with every tragedy avoided,
someone else's fun is spoiled.

Every time we dive under the blanky,
that's one less person it will cover.
That's why with every tragedy avoided-
someone else's fun is spoiled.

Trophy By My Bed

If I only understood as well as you do,
I would accept it as the truth.
That I'm only interested in seeing your undies,
then sneaking out on you.
How you've seen it so plainly,
I can barely comprehend.
This realization you've given me's an opportunity
to admit what I intend.

Would you be my valentine, I'm begging baby?
Or something like that's what I schemed.
And my red eyes, you were right,
were just a smokescreen,
my own romantic halloween.
I thought I wanted to know your mind,
but as you eloquently said-
My real intentions were nothing more than humping you,
to put a trophy by my bed,
lying beside me in my bed.

In your eyes lie suspicion and hate,
and it does not surprise me in the least
that you would believe since I'm a man I cannot love.
Man- what a retched beast.

This song is not going out to the ladies,
but if you would girls, listen in.
Monkmeat needs you to communicate a message
to these beings we call men.
Tell them that one dick's obsession with pussy
can screw another's search for love.
And yes, I'm trying so desperately to get in your pants
to put that trophy by my bed,
lying beside me in my bed.