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Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
When you're perfect in every way
I can't wait to look in the mirror
'Cause I get better lookin' each day

To know me is to love me
I must be a hell of a man
Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
But I'm doin' the best that I can
 
Last night i was driving around
Nothing to do
Thinking of you
I sighted here on the bend
Reindeer and then it was through

And I floated toward the moon
And I noted from on high
That the Lord Howe reef
Looks like Daniel Boone
And he was showing me his smile

Last night I was driving around
Nothing to do
Thinking of you
I sighted there on the bend
Reindeer and then it was through

And I floated toward the moon
And I noted from on high
That the Lord Howe reef
Looks like Daniel Boone
And he was showing me his smile

Sometimes
I see white
Sometimes
Blue
Blue

And I'm floating down to you
And I'm noting from on high
That the Lord Howe reef
Looks like Daniel Boone
And he is showing me his smile
And he is showing me his smile

--Daniel Boone, by the Pixies, from Beneath The Eyrie

 
When I ask for a date, the answer is no.
You don't know what you're saying.
Don't you know the war's on,
Everything is rationed,
How 'bout that jive, keep me alive?

Baby, let bygones be bygones,
'cause men are scarce as nylons.
And if you can't smile and say yes,
Please don't cry and say no!

- Louis Jordan
 
[Sour Me. Ouch!]
I was friendly with this girl,
Who insisted on touching my face
She told outrageous stories
I believed them 'til the endings
Were changing from endings before
She's not touching me anymore
Untogether, I couldn't help her I got hard
You can try your life
You can't save the unsavably untogether
I was shipwrecked with this frog,
Who was endlessly testing my faith
He made outrageous demands
I ignored him
'Til I strapped on my boat feet
And surfed into shore.
He's not touching me anymore
Untogether, I couldn't help him I got hard
You can try your life
You can't change the unchangably untogether
Now the bird nest on my back
Keeps me turning and straining to see
We threw outrageous parties
We were golden
Now the bird keeps its distance,
And I keep my speech
Sometimes there's no poison like a dream
Untogether, I couldn't help it, it got hard
You can dry your eyes
You can't hold the impossibly untogether
 
He would see faces in movies, on T.V., in magazines, and in books.
He thought that some of these faces might be right for him.
And through the years, by keeping an ideal facial structure fixed in his mind,
Or somewhere in the back of his mind,.
That he might, by force of will, cause his face to approach those of his ideal.
The change would be very subtle...It might take ten years or so.
Gradually his face would change its' shape...
A more hooked nose...wider, thinner lips...beady eyes...a larger forehead.
He imagined that this was an ability he shared with most other people;
They had also molded their faced according to some ideal.
Maybe they imagined that their new face would better suit their personality.
Or maybe they imagined that their personality would be forced to change to fit the new appearance.
This is why first impressions are often correct.
Although some people might have made mistakes.
They may have arrived at an appearance that bears no relationship to them.
They may have picked an ideal appearance based on some childish whim, or momentary impulse.
Some may have gotten half-way there, and then changed their minds.
He wonders if he too might have made a similar mistake.
 
All the streets are filled with laughter and light
And the music of the season
And the merchants’ windows are all bright
With the faces of the children
And the families hurrying to their homes
As the sky darkens and freezes
They’ll be gathering around the hearths and tales
Giving thanks for all God’s graces
And the birth of the rebel Jesus

Well they call him by the prince of peace
And they call him by the savior
And they pray to him upon the seas
And in every bold endeavor
As they fill his churches with their pride and gold
And their faith in him increases
But they’ve turned the nature that I worshipped in
From a temple to a robber’s den
In the words of the rebel Jesus

We guard our world with locks and guns
And we guard our fine possessions
And once a year when Christmas comes
We give to our relations
And perhaps we give a little to the poor
If the generosity should seize us
But if any one of us should interfere
In the business of why they are poor
They get the same as the rebel Jesus

But please forgive me if I seem
To take the tone of judgment
For I’ve no wish to come between
This day and your enjoyment
In this life of hardship and of earthly toil
We have need for anything that frees us
So I bid you pleasure
And I bid you cheer
From a heathen and a pagan
On the side of the rebel Jesus.
 
There was a guy
An under water guy who controlled the sea
Got killed by ten million pounds of sludge
From New York and New Jersey

This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven

The creature in the sky
Got sucked in a hole
Now there's a hole in the sky
And the ground's not cold
And if the ground's not cold
Everything is gonna burn
We'll all take turns, I'll get mine too

This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven

Rock me Joe

If man is five, if man is five, if man is five
Then the devil is six, then the devil is six
The devil is six, the devil is six and if the devil is six
Then God is seven , then God is seven, the God is seven

This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
 
I took three days to drive down one street
The radio on, tuned to the big fleet
Invisible planes are cracking the concrete
That's just what some people say
I put down my blanket on cigarette-butt beach
I saw the old man, he was doing okay
He's making his last stand
On old bottles and cans
'Round there, Calistan way
Used to be sixteen lanes
Used to be Nuevo Spain
Used to be Juan Wayne
Used to be Mexico
Used to be Navajo
Used to be yippy-ay-I-don't-know
Went in from the weather when I got wheezy
I play some Pachinko I play Parcheesi
And St. Anne is still making it breezy
In the valley of tar that once was L.A.
And my best friend he's the king of Karaoke
He struck up a chord and he took it away
Out of the pan
And into Japan
'Round there, Calistan way
Used to be sixteen lanes
Used to be Juan Wayne
Used to Mexicain
Used to be España Nuevo
Used to be Navajo
Used to be yippie-ay-I-don't-know.
 
There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes:
I threw them to sea but a
Gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes
That you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living.
It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father but a donor of seeds to a
Poor single mother that would raise us alone,
We'd never see the money that
Went down your throat
Through the hole in your belly.
Thirteen years old in the suburbs of Denver
Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner at the catholic church. the servers
Wore crosses
To shield from the suffering plaguing the others.
Styrofoam plates, cafeteria
Tables charity reeks of cheap wine and pity
And I'm thinking of you. I do every year
When we count all our blessings
And wonder what we're doing here.
You're a disgrace to the concept of family
The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily and I'll stand up and scream
If the mourning remains quiet,
You can deck out a lie in a suit but I won't buy it.
I won't join in the procession that's speaking their peace.
Using five dollar words while praising his integrity.
And just cause he's gone it doesn't change the fact:
He was a bastard in life thus a bastard in death.
 
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