Villains

i turned the volume up this morning
till there was ringing in my ears
i haven’t felt this good in years

another villain on the cover
of every major magazine
the victim somewhere inbetween

see how they twist and shout

and as i’m searching for the story
subscription card falls to the floor
i’m losing interest more and more

to pick it up i’m bending over
out of the corner of my eye
i see a pair of blazing thighs

see how they twist and shout
see how they twist and shout

i straighten up to look her over
and up my back a shooting pain
it’s bound to settle in my brain

another villain on the cover
of every major magazine
the victim somewhere inbetween

see how they twist and shout
see how they twist and shout

Myself

you never seen nobody as divine as
she can see reflections
in her own eyes
an admission of desire,
on a handsome afternoon
is an ovation to her ego
in her everyone is everything and
everything is mine

ms. marceau
you don’t need another,
you’ll always be your own hero
myself ms. marceau
you don’t need another, you’ll always
be your own hero

as if we’re speaking in
another language
every word means i, me,
mine every hello every good
no escape to the life of the average
its an ovation to my ego
in her everyone is everything
and everything is mine

we’re very fortunate to have her here
accounts are empty and my friends
deserted long ago but
she say that i’m okay, so i’m okay

The Freshmen

when i was young i knew everything
and she a punk who rarely ever took advice
now i’m guilt stricken,
sobbing with my head on the floor
stop a baby’s breath and a shoe full of rice

i can’t be held responsible
cause she was touching her face
i won’t be held responsible
she fell in love in the first place

for the life of me i cannot remember
what made us think that we were wise and
we’d never compromise
for the life of me i cannot believe
we’d ever die for these sins
we were merely freshmen

my best friend took a week’s
vacation to forget her
his girl took a week’s worth of
valium and slept
now he’s guilt stricken sobbing with his
head on the floor
thinks about her now and how he never really
wept he says

we’ve tried to wash our hands of all of this
we never talk of our lacking relationships
and how we’re guilt stricken sobbing with our
heads on the floor
we fell throught the ice when we tried not to
slip, we’d say

Photograph

if you want a beautiful, pitiful,
have me in a picture
and if you want make me dance,
throuw me round spin upon your
finger

blind labors the blind and I am
unwilling to uncover my eyes

and if you want to take your time rifle
through, find a very nice one
if there’s a crease in my face over
time, there’s plenty more where
that came from

words, frozen, will thaw when i am
wasted, i am better shut up
and a frame is quite confining,
hang me up...hang me up

i’m in the photograph

when i’m alone and the world is a
fist, i am weightless
a universe, gravitate, orchestrate,
i am fearless
and spin, the sky surrounding free
from all the picture perfect
and spin the sky surrounding,
larger than life, meanwhile