Armchair Apocrypha

The finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney With remains of the small flightless birds that you failed to protect But the yolk isn't easy in fact it's a drag As they're blowin' through cornfields and mountains of rags All over the suburbs acro

Some people wake up on Monday mornings Barring maelstroms and red flare warnings With no explosions and no surprises Perform a series of exercises Hold your fire Take your place around an open fire Before your neurons declare a crisis Before your tra

When I was just a little boy I threw away all of my action toys While a I became obsessed with Operation With hearts and minds and certain glands You gotta learn to keep a steady hand And thus began my morbid fascination Tore the spines from out of a

he's keeping busy yeah he's bleeding stones with his machinations and his palindromes it was anything but hear the voice that says that we're all basically alone poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions when he put his Bunsen burners all away

when our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others and the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers milk that sours is promptly spat light will fill our eyes like cats and they shall enter from the back with spears and scepters and squ

i dreamed you were a cosmonaut of the space between our chairs and i was a cartographer of the tangles in y our hair i sighed a song that silence brings it's the one that everybody knows oh everybody knows the dong that silence sings and this was how