Sunday, February 15, 2009

Batman Forever

I can feel the signal rise
Above me.
I can don my dark disguise
To love me.
I can drive so fast at night,
To hunt it.
I get some then I'm out of sight,
And running, running.

Then I come back to my cave
I undress and shower.
Resurface at the break of day,
No witnesses, no doubters.
But when I take off my disguise
There's just another layer.
And this one isn't coming off,
And it's already getting later.

I guess I'm going to be this way,
Forever.
I guess we're going to be this way,
Forever.

My Hairiest Adventure

I want to rise up and take my place,
Not in some kind of heaven, just behind my face.
I want to live well inside myself
And love with strength, fortitude, and health.

But it's not easy.
Change!

I will not hide behind irony,
I will not be afraid of pop.
I don't want to be Wilde or Morrissey,
I don't want the bottom or the top.

I will not hide behind irony,
I will mean everything I say.
I don't want to be Wilde or Morrissey,
I don't want to live and die that way.

Play Ball Like a Girl

Are you OK, are you OK, Jonathan?
Your new pictures are lovely, but why are you so thin?
And all your emails have their grammar and their capitalization,
And they tell me Hitler's hot, and you like punishment.

Now your real friends are all high
And your mom is out again,
But when you jack off on my screen,
I can almost feel your hand.

And I know you love me best
'Cause you know we'll never touch,
So I make up who I am
'Cause who I am just ain't that much.

Now it's OK, it's OK, Jonathan.
You don't have to know or hear of every single band.
Just know that I love you in your bathroom mirror, opening your pants.
And I love that you asked me if you should shave it, oh how you crave my glance.

We're a thousand miles away
And we curse it every day
But you know that I suspect
It's the reason we connect.

Free Willy

You! Me! Now!

All you willies, come on, drug me,
Find me, touch me, heal me, hug me.
Everything's allowed inside here,
I can always open wider.

You! Me! Now!

Dunkin' Don

I'm watching real couples
that post porn on the net,
I'm wondering if they've deserved
Everything they get.

I'm watching real couples
they're kissing on the stairs,
how shamelessly that they invite
other people's glares.

I'm watching real couples,
they need and whine and bitch,
they've given their entire lives
to be forever kids.

I'm watching real couples,
who just can't stand themselves.
The only way that they survive
Is in front of everyone else.

And then I hear the same voice they do...

"You! Twentysomething!
Your body's still good, but not for long!
You know what to do!
Put down your book, and earn some money!
Then surrender your fate!
Attract a mate!
And procreate!"

I'm watching real couples
who aren't really love,
Yeah they just need their moms and dads
and powers from above.

Choco Taco

Only the young should:

Be allowed in parks
Read and quote Marx
Act like stars
Fight in wars
Shower together
Fit in leather

If only the young might hear me sing,
Then the young, the young might let me back in,
Let me back in, let me back in, let me back in.

Rainbow Camper

So that I can be one of you,
Have a tendency, see it through,
I go out at night, into town
Where identity's lost and found.

Show me your scars, I'll show you my scars
And then we'll build a hospital, knock it down.
Because you can't build a structure on urban ground
But you can't get healed without his mouth.

Show me your cards, I'll show you my cards,
And then we'll build a house and then blow it down.
Because you can't build a house on urban ground,
And you can't find love inside your house.