The Lament Of Pretty Baby

I saw something I was not supposed to see. A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me. . (The kitchen door was open a crack,. So naively we peeked inside).

The Great Decay

The Game Of Who Needs Who The Worst

A little bit closer,. I know you're not bashful. There, now that's not so bad, is it?. So what was that secret?. What did that prick whisper to you?. Was it playful and flirty.

The Farewell Party

"Bon Voyage". And promptly he hung up the phone. There was a doorbell ringing. So he snuck out onto the terrace. He said "If these were my last words,.

The Dirt Of The Vineyard

Less talk, more dancing. If we could push off the sick conversation one more night. I surely would. My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard. Have I soiled your gown?.

The Censor

It's not a song about old friends,. backstabbers, leeches, or cretins.. It's not about you, and it isn't true.. . It's not a song about family,. how the lack thereof can be crippling..

The Casualty

The night has fallen down the staircase. And I, for one, have felt its bruises. Equilbrium; inebriated. Our social graces have been displaced. . As we sink deeper into the drink.

The Bitter End

When the bitter end arrives,. will we be at war or sadly, madly in love?. Will we beg for one more night?. Or will we have our bags packed. waiting at the door?.

Tempest

Wind blown. A semi capsized in the storm. Stranded. The rains of June have cleansed it. A baptism of sufferage. . Take two. One man beneath a waning moon.

Tall Tales Telltales

Now and again you'll remember the sound. Of the sails waving helpless. The cables wrapping one another into knots so strong. You're lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneath.

Sucker & Dry

everything is alright and awful. get yourself another. we'll stay up all night. and toast to friends we never had. stranger angels have swung around this table.

Staying Alive

I've decided tonight I'm staying alive just kicking & screaming. Blood boiling & steaming. There are things far too dark to comprehend. Sleep on it one more night my sad old friend.

Some Red Handed Slight Of Hand

And now we proudly present. Songs perverse and songs of lament. A couple hymns of confession. And songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along I'm on the ugly organ again.

Some Red Handed Sleight Of Hand

And now, we proudly present. Songs perverse and songs of lament.. A couple of hymns of confession,. And songs that recognize our sick obsessions.. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again..

So-so Gigolo

If you got the looks and if you got the goods. I suppose you could make it anywhere. You want to get made and you want to get laid. My model agent says you gots to get paid.

Sink To The Beat

I'll try to make this perfectly clear,. I'm so transparent I disappear.. These words I lyrically defecate,. Upon songs I boldly claim to create.. Clint steps in to establish the beat,.

Sierra

In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,. There's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails.. And hermom calls out from an apartment balcony,.

Shallow Means, Deep Ends

Swimming at night. We've dug this hole. The water's fine. I wonder how far down it goes. Down it goes.... Down it goes.... . The stars above have lost their shine.

Semantics Of Sermon

Since I wrote this am I the culprit. These useless wisdoms I dispense. At your expense. Picture postcards. A three minute essay. Some scribbled words to four line verse.

Rise Up! Rise Up!

Dear preacher, thanks for making time for me today. Hope you don't mind if I hide behind the curtain. It's been fifteen years since my last confession.