sup + i gave her my best shot. she shot me down
she had me in her sights as the man
she showed no fear, she took the stand
she had me lookin just like a clown
i gave her my best shot, she shot me down
my vision was hasy, id lost my aim
didnt have the time to find someone to blame
but ya should have heard the sound.
i gave her me best shot
and she shot me down.

WATCH THE BIRDIE + is it u im tryin to get a hold of? my momma? my son? my self? why are u so slippery, so sovereign? cherries have more control over gravity than these feeble arms have over a God like you. You just take everything over, do it all to yer own glory, write yer own story, the size of the universe itself. dont i get a chapter? a page? a breif of dialogue?  u have written so much of my story, least i know u held the pen in yer hand. now how does my story sound to you? is there wrath in store for me? compassion? hatred on your lips, or understanding?  you are not stupid, but perhaps i am for not always curling up in prayer at your feet, not putting real roots in yer dirt, not growing from your light, all this time. holding on to you holding on to me. let go, let God, let go.

Dunday Morning + Corn wiskey in my coffee at 10 its no wonder im pissing in the bed at night. Likens itself to the rest of the shit i eat fer breakfast everyday. The whole world is full of preservtives, little peices that crowd out the meat, cling to the cells, stay there forever. Society has been declared to last forever and it only even exists in our minds. We are making it like its meth, and im so high i cant hear the smoke alarms goin off. Theres enough in my brain to shake a stick at, but most peolple got theirs stuck up their ass, so the smoke just thickens till an explosion is inevitable, and everybody ends up running around in public, trying to keep their skin on. Ive only heard that story. never seen it in real life. What I have seen looks like corn wiskey poured in my coffee by hard werkin hands on a Sunday morning, its strong, is bad fer yer health, and even in the throws of it i can hear you reaching out for the leaves and the promises of the earth and moon and fire and God. we'll shortly have no other place to go, i spose, if the stories are true. i just hope we can get out of our skin before EVERYTHING goes up in flames.

full monty + so there i was, naked, in the full light of the sun, under the eyes of everybody and the Lord. All my junk was hangin out. im gettn skinnier, look sickly. top half looks like the grinch and the bottom like tinkerbell. lies and the culture round em paint a picture of stress on my face, the eyes say stay away from me. somebody told me i dont get enough affection. damn straight, id say, and it shows. everybody knows my habits, my lurking in the dark corners, my crying in the street, reving my engine, breaking glass. dont judge me. i am not someone else. i am you. and fer God's sake will somebody give me my clothes?