Lou wanted to be noticed and understood, but he was so quiet. So one day he wrote the following poem: a four or five piece band where three or four
Once there was nothing but nothingness Then something happened and now there is somethingness Now there is allness and tallness and smallness Now there
And now, I would like to speak about fish I have never spoken about fish before At least, not that I can think of So now would most certainly be a good
The Heavy Holy Man sits on the hill, Holding hard wooden ball. Hears mysteries of the universe unfolding but blocks it all out. He has one eye pointed
Open the door to your heart and your mind There are so many places to go Open the gateway to a new time There are so many things to know (These next
Mr. Johnson lives on the corner of our street And he laughs at our bell-bottom trousers and our bare feet And he calls us long-haired faggots as we walk
Nah, but I'm sorry But look I'm sorry But, Rock n Roll? Rock n' Roll will never die It's going nowhere It's here to stay What are you, fucking stupid?
Sensitive Artist by John S Hall King Missile (dog fly religion) _Fluting On The Hump_ Shimmy Disc 1987 I am a sensitive artist... I am a sensitive artist
I don't know what it is That is or isn't inside me That gives me that empty feeling inside of me A voice said to put it all down Pretend that it's all
Sex with you is all I want, Sex with you and sometimes food is all I really want, Sex with you and sometimes food and maybe a movie or a play Is all I
She had nothing to say She had nothing to say "Well, that's a start," she thought to herself And she picked up her pen and the small notepad And she laid
Holy, holy, holy, holy All is holy in the sink In the sinking all is holy Holy, holy down the sink Holy sinking, sinking down the hole Holy, holy sinking
She was surrounded by a warm glow She felt calm and relaxed For a change It all started to seem so funny to her So meaningless, so beautiful For a change
I'd like to go to Scotland, I'd like to wear I kilt, I'd like to show off my two legs And do just what I wilt I'd like to go to Scotland And show off
Take stuff from work. It's the best way to feel better about your job. Never buy pens or pencils or paper. Take 'em from work. Rubber bands, paper clips
Take me home, take me home Take me home and throw me down Take me home, take me home Take me home and tie me up 'Cuz you're the one my body's been waiting
I remember the last time I donated blood The nurse put a bandage on my arm. She told me Not to remove it for six hours The time was five o'clock, and
They put him in the box And they gave him toys to play with They gave him the best of Beethoven And a bowling ball And they told him to invent games They