ANOTHER INTRODUCTION

-LYRICS-



CARE PACKAGES

Oh Teresa, who was lying?
In a mock-up passage of All’s Quiet
We had miles left to track
In a third class cabin

Whatever my ambitions might have inspired
I turned to kindling, I dashed to fire
Some couples grow happy, some couples grow old
Me — I just shake every hold

You said I could have been a doctor
You said I could have been a model
You said I could have written home
At least a couple of times

You said it just like in the movies
You said it just like in the Bible
You said it very well in care packages

We laid naked in the bed
A fatal fugue struck through my head
Briskly keyed and peddling
Over and over again

You held still for the end rhyme
You took me to task that one last time
You sent me searching for the eye mask
For a furious rest

You said I could have been a doctor
You said I could have been a model
You said I could have written home
At least a couple of times

You said it just like in the movies
You said it just like in the Bible
You said it very well in care packages

And I understand it must be troubling
To rise up a prodigious storm
And never catch a clap of thunder

Yeah I understand it must must be troubling
To rise up a prodigious storm
And never catch sight of the lightning

ALL SUCH POISONED WINE

He was a castaway —
I was a cannibal
I wasn’t the only one
In the crystal palace
Getting stoned
But I wanted to escape
The blazing eye
Of the sun

And it was so sad
What I did to him
I wanted to replace
The aching boredom
Of decay
But of course it was hell
For me to pay
Off the bloated white freak
With my love

Now on whom shall I feast
In this market of fleas?
Now that you have already
Tied yourselves to the stomachs
Of my sheep

And what could I possible taste
On this island of bad grace?
Having already suffered up
An immunity
To all such poisoned wine

And I truly starved
While I read that each word
would turn to flesh —
But I wanted to believe in a basket
Of unleavened bread

And it was so sad
What I did to him
I wanted to replace
The aching boredom
Of decay
But of course it was hell
For me to pay
Off the bloated white freak
With my love

SOFT RANDOM LIES

Now that Helen’s been had
An all good woman is expensive
And no one ever asking me for a drag
Was ever really asking me for a drag

Soft random lies, soft random lies
And smoke — lick the sky

I was living in the third district
We were all drunk we were all pathetic
We were all well dressed

I was happy as a pig in shit
Saving my last wish for one more wish
I never thought that — I never had the time

So now how do I play in this stranger’s land?
Now that I’m so aware of what my right hand
Has done — oh fuck, the damage was
Um…

Soft random lies, soft random lies
And smoke —

Now who will wrap his rotten arms
Who will wrap his rotten arms around you?

You see every ancient city’s
Got two women outside
And as fate blows the dust
Back into their eyes
They say, ’Stop that —
You were never character
You were context’

’You were soft random lies,
Soft random lies and smoke’

They say, ’Who will wrap his rotten arms,
Who will wrap his rotten arms
Around you — tonight?’

SLOW GRIND

All of the men in this city
Are bad men
They are whistling sweetly
To the song in their heart

I was a man of constant worry
Out of step with the times
Out of a hurry
I went wringing my hands
Into rude promises

And since then it’s been
A slow grind

All of the girls
All of the girls
All of the girls

It’s been
A slow grind

I took a walk
I took a bus
I took a lot of stuff
In the early 2000’s

I went out of my mind
For a time in South France

I was out for an hour
The doctor said

—According to who?

According to me
He said, ’Blah, blah, blah, blah’
— but I had to make some promises

And since then it’s been
A slow grind

Somewhere in a life
The passion catches
The hook in the skin
Of another life

So I’ve been wearing a life
Like the clothes of lost luggage
Packed for a life
In another world

I flew like a fish
Fast into the beaches
To lie in the air
On the sand
On my side

And since then it’s been
A slow grind

FOOL AROUND

I can’t make a wrong turn
Besides — I’m heading back
To where those two paths intertwine

I can’t hold on to the space
I’ve occupied —
I ran the clock out
While I was trying to decide

I don’t care if I do
Make a fool of myself
I like to fool around

What kind of bargain
Did you think that we might strike?
I don’t believe in choosing between
Two lives

You want it all so desperately
I’m back to zero, rejuvenating —
That’s right

I don’t care if I do
Make a fool of myself
I like to fool around

I’ll believe who
You tell me you are
If you don’t believe
What they say about me

I know I came on
Like a man with a plan
But you can’t piss twice
In one stream

I don’t care if I do
Make a fool of myself
I like to fool around