Wear Your Big Head Phones

When everything is crumbling around me
When my life is dying on the tree,
And my friends are all off in the woods
Hand in hand with the mates they've found,

I'll be on my floor, with my big head phones,
Old Records and a glass of whiskey
Thank you Henry Mancini for everything,
I've got your love letters, tucked under my arm,

I don't need to read them anymore,
because the songs are drowning out,
Everything i ever felt, and the whiskey,
Is shutting my eyelids a little bit lower,

And the smile is coming on brighter,
Just to edge out the frown.
Nothing can ever go wrong,
When you've got your big Head phones on

There's A Sand Dune Crying Somewhere

If I am made of a million pieces,
Why did they ever vote to become this
Grotesque shape of hair and phlegmatic coughs
Cigarette wheezes and bile spouts

Oh come rain fire down on me Heaven
Let me know you're there,
I'll be fine if you close the gates

I've never gotten anywhere on time.
And I never will,
Someday in the ancient past an old woman
Cursed me and my reincarnations
to never get where we're going

I'll die on this wheel until it is broken
Spinning forever in my karma grave.
Someday I'll become something that cannot die.

A sand dune in the desert of humanity.

What did we learn out here
Out here in the dark
With the dust falling
On our shoulders

What did we pick up
From the ground
Cracked and ruined

I'm ready for some water
I'm ready for this winter
To bury me in snow

Up to my hips,
Up to my lips.
I'm ready to go.