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January 15, 2003

one more ride

Sitting at the edge of the shore, digging in the sand
waves roll and tumble back, sun dropping fast

runs through your fingers, like so many cares
holes fill in, and soon, like they were never there

not many walking, packing up to go
a little late in the season
but that never stopped you before

always the last to go
just one more for the road
hoping it will bring you
back for a moment, back for a bit
back for a moment, sometimes I just sit

just one silhouette, framed by the tide
brings back a time, just one more ride

try and find the point, so much time has passed
another chance to see the world, that spins so fast

he's digging, I'm sitting
he's jumping, I'm frozen
next time, next time

two silhouettes, framed by the tide
bring back a time, just one more ride

glow of the tube

wake up, on it comes, dog and a cat and a gray mouse too
will they ever get off that island? cocoanut radio can't bring a rescue

harsh words, lost turns, all is washed clean away
safe and warm, in the glow of the tube

he has to work late, tater tots in a metal meal
trouble at the four oh double seven, and perky Mary blew the deal

harsh words, lost turns, all is washed clean away
safe and warm, in the glow of the tube

monkey around, birds in the hand, do they really play?
Come on Bob, is he really insane? But the doorman can stay

split apart, or threats thereof, tune it out and turn it up
safe and warm in the glow of the tube

everything wraps up, in 23 or less
except for two parters
I have a clue for you, I shot jr and bobby too

now it's gritty and shakes, reality scripted a bit too late
admit the man he beat us, and reruns for my mate

split apart, or threats thereof, tune it out and turn it up
safe and warm in the glow of the tube

cul d' sac memories

Shiny polyester and lightweight metal siding
Sliding off the sofa but it sticks to naugahyde
Tackle fumble, smear the queer and hockey in the street
The carpool is home and there's helper for the meat

Which floorplan did you get? Our's is 3 plus 2
I understand we can go with beige or tan
Did you hear who moved in right next door?
We're out of milk honey, can you run to the store?

Danger on the rocks, scotch is there too
Time to take stock, how do you do?
Cul de sac memories, suburban dreams
Cul de sac memories, suburban dreams

Show up for class, the first day is tough
That Scooby Doo backpack is so last year's news
Finding your way but sometimes it don't clique
Your words and your feet are no match for a stick

It shines so bright it hurts
Lockstep lives can't miss a beat
The next wave making more than the last
Or tune it out and hope for a better past

Catch you on the flip side, last words he said to me
Time wounds all heels and drops the rest
The street lost it's shine and seems smaller now
But ready for another round to find out how

Danger on the rocks, scotch is there too
Time to take stock, how do you do?
Cul de sac memories, suburban dreams
Cul de sac memories, suburban dreams

maestro x and mr. depression

I saw the fireworks, neighbors screaming
Or was it applause?
Descent into madness, gladness
That leering eye, Mr. Depression and Maestro X
In the cardboard hotel
Preparing for the big test flight

Cooking in a corner, the garage smells sweet
Time for the monster step, blast shields down
The bundle brings great joy
Now a trip to the ranch, payment due and time served

Big Al chases the dragon, I slump and watch
And scrape the cooler for a pile of my own
George looks like Jesus, and feels like him too

Sodium burns big and bright
Say, how much to clean the kitchen?
Her biker friends left quite a mess
Just don't break the glassware

Are the streets safe for the little man?
Sqeeze tight, take a big bite
We can always prop you up if need be

One missed christmas proved enough
Back home with tail between the legs
Your friends will never be welcome here
Time for a new set anyway

Thought I saw one of the crew in court
Ducked down the hall, leave that world behind
Must push forward, can't slide back
If the neighbors only knew

Maestro X and Mr. Depression, taking static from the boys

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