1.God Shuffled His Feet
After seven days
He was quite tired, so God said：
'Let there be a day
Just for picnics, with wine and bread'
He gathered up some people he had made
Created Blankets and laid back in the shade
The people sipped their wine
And what with God there, they asked him questions
Like： do you have to eat
Or get your hair cut in heaven？
And if your eye got poked out in this life
Would it be waiting up in heaven with your wife？
God suffled his feet and glanced around at them
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
So he said： 'Once there was a body
Who woke up with blue hair
To him it was a joy
Until he ran out into the warm air-
He thought of hos he friends would come to see;
And would they laugh or had he got some strange disease？'
God suffled his feet, and glanced around at them
The people cleared their throats and satred right back at him
The people sat waiting
Out on their blankets in the garden
But God said nothing
So someone asked him, 'I beg your pardon：
I'm not quite clear about what you just spoke-
Was that a parable, or a very subtle joke？'
God shuffle his feet and glanced around at them
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
2.The Psychic
She knows the future like the palm of your hand
She knows you past like the lay of the land
The first time she met me she say right through me
Some cards and a cane in here hand-and she said：
All the yeras that have come to pass
And All the years that shall be
I see here right before me
She said her visions were a bane in her life
She could not control them, they kep here up nights
I know what you're thinking, I haven't been drinking
She knew things that cut like a knife- and she said：
All the years that have come to pass
And all the years that shall be
I see here right before me
Will there be earthquakes and great tidal waves？
Can she see back to the dinosaur days？
How can she forsee just by squinting at me and
Can she see me naked in her mind's eye？
What does she think when she fortells a disease？
Would she keep it a secret it death stood before me？
What could some cards hold, where is here foothold
Can I escape what she see？ And she said：
All the years that have come to pass
And all the years that shall be
I see here right before me
3.When I Go Out With Artists
When I go out with artists
They talk about language and the cubists and the dadaists
And I try to catch their meanings
And I try to keep up with all of the martinis
I don't know which should be my favorite painitings
If I could see, if I could see, if I could
See all the symbols, unlock what they mean
Maybe I could, maybe I could, maybe I
Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally
If I were David Byrne
I'd go to galleries and not be too concerned
Well I would have a cup of coffee
And I'd find my surroundings quite amusing and
People would ask me which were my favorite paintings
What if the artists ran the TV？
All the ads would be for find scotch whiskey：
Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, the whole single malt famlily
The artists of the future
Will make up new things and different nomenclatures
And they'll stand amonst their pictures
And they'll sing and laugh and quote from scriptures and
When they go home they'll dream of brilliant paintings
4.I Think I'll Disappear Now
Running into you like this without warning
It like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning
But I'll try, I'll try to keep my food down
That's quite and after-taste that yopu've left now that you're
not around
You can just pretend we're not in the same room
Well, alright, I'll just mosey to the bathroom
You flew by like a summer vacation
And you left me with TV-movies amd a messy kitchen
I think I'll disappear now, slip out sideways
Just for a while- but until then I'll stay in a sleep late,
excuse me
I'll buy a fast car, I'll drive fast from here
There's a beach I haven't seen since last year-
It's far, but I like night drives;
If just makes it nicer where I do arrive
Aren't you going to miss me？
Aren't you goint to even say one thing to me anymore？
Well, you can bet that I'll forget how it was then：
All the drives to your farm for the weekend...
But I've seen the swimsuit magazines
And I've smelled the tequila first thing in the morning
5.MMM MMM MMM MMM
Once there was a kid who
God into an accident and couldn't come to school
But when he finally came back
His hair had turned from black into bright white
He said that it was from when
The cars had smashed him so hard
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Once there was this girl who
Wouldn't go and change with the girls in the change room
But when they finally made her
They saw bithmarks all over her body
She couldn't quite explain it
They'd always just been there
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
But both the girl and boy were glad
'Cause one kid had it worse that that
'Cause then there was this boy whose
Parents made him come directly home right after school
And when they went to church
They shook and lurched all over the church floor
He couldn'r quite explain
They'd always just gone there
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
6.Here I Stand Before Me
My doctgor told me that if was time for me to have my X ray
Of course, I had many nightmares about that fatal day
The room was dark and my skeleton was floating on the wall
My voice trembles inside me
I'm trapped way down in my body
I,I,I oh here I stand before me
But something's out of place here
My mind's eye is missing from my body
Well I know it's there but I can't see where
Well take my fingers, what do finders really mean to me？
You can easily look them up in the dictionary：
They call them digits, or technically they're known as the
'philanges'
My joints connected up inside me
Way down deep inside my body
My boned shine brightly, a map of my whole body
My vital organs just churn away inside me
Some day they're going to stop this motion
And I'll be left with...
My my, the future lay before me
Hey hey, deep inside my body
7.Two Knights and Maidens
Once there were two knights and maidens
They'd walk together
Out in the garden
In all kinds of weather
The knights always pestered the maidens
To love them together
Out in the gardens
And they could watch each other
The maidens had other plans for the two knights
They'd give them potions
And make them see dreams and lights
The knights took the potions gladly
They laughed at their visions
But outside the garden
Tigers smelled them together
The maides has other plans for the two knights
They'd give them potions
And make them see dreams and lights
The knights only laughed at the tigers
They thought they were visisons
Out in the garden;
The maidens watched them together...
Ah but for the two knights
Ah but for maidens
Who gave to them dreams and lights
8.Afternoons and Coffeespoons
What is it that make me just a little be queasy？
There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy
I've had my lungs checked out with X rays
I've smelled the hospital hallways
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Times when the day is like a play be Sartre
When it seems a bookburning's in perfect order-
I gave the doctor my description
I've tried to stick to my persciptions
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot
Maybe if I couls do a play-by-playback
I could change the test results that I will get back
I've watched the summer evenings pass by
I've heard the rattle in my bronchi...
9.In the Days of the Caveman
When you go on camping trips you're stuck right out in nature
Foraging the forests like a primate
Using sharpened tools instead of hot plates
Your tumb and forefinger supposed to show you're not a wilke
beast
You can hear their noises at night time
They don't have to keep a certain bedtime
See in the shapes of my body
Leftover parts from the apes and monkeys
Sometimes when I lie awake I hear the rainfall on my tent fly
I think of all the insects that are sleeping
And wonder if the animals are dreaming
In the days of the caveman and mammoths and glaciers
Bugs and trees were your food then; no pyjamas or doctors
And when I finally get to sleep, I dream in technicolor
I see creature come back from the Ice Age
Alive and being fed inside a zoo cage
10.How Does a Duck Know？
How does a duck know what direction south is？
And how to tell his wife from all the other ducks？
You can cur a chicken's head off
But it will keep on running and twitching
When everything seems planned out
When everything seems nicely planned out
Well the human race will come and smack your face
How come all my body parts so nicely fit together
All my organs doing their jobs, no help from me!
A person pulls a spider's leg out
To watch it keep on moving and twitching
Satan lives here： on grain and earth, rain and air
How come I just smoke and smoke and smoke and curse every butt I
spit out？
All night long I grind my teeth and I wake up when I cough
You can put me in a iron lung
And I will keep on breathing and twitching
11.Swimming in Your Ocean
When I'm sampling from your bosom
Sometimes I suffer from distractions like
Why does God cause things like tornadoes and train wrecks？
When I'm swimming in
When I'm swimming in your ocean
Floating aloft on creams
And scented lotions
I can get pretty side-tracked
I hope you'll understand
When I kneel before you bounty
Sometimes I wonder if there could be really
UFO's that come from other planets
And when you let me taste your fingers
I take them like fruit and as I linger I
Wonder if my seed will find purchase in your soil...
12.Afternoons ＆ Coffeespoons
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy？
There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy
I've had my lungs checked out with x rays
I've smelled the hospital hallways
Someday i'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday i'll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Times when the day is like a play by sartre
When it seems a bookburning's in perfect order -
I gave the doctor my description
I tried to stick to my prescriptions
Someday i'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday i'll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and t.s. eliot
Maybe if i could do a play-by-playback
I could change the test results that i will get back
I've watched the summer evenings pass by
I've heard the rattle in my bronchi ...
Someday i'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday i'll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and t.s. eliot
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