1.
memory medication
she
is a little self conscious, but she looks just like a
princess, so i'm wondering why that is. she has
kept my interest, and now i hesitate to speculate what
and where her feeling is. anyway, i went to bed
at 7:30 this morning a.m., and i can honestly say it
was honestly because of my new friend and if i had a
better imagination i would pretend that her and i, and
our night, went fine, and i never did end.
i've
been trying to spend some of my time with this girlfriend
of mine. she's my memory medication. she calls me up
and i come over. and now i'm coming to this realization
that i try to forget, try to forget, try to forget what
she forgot.
she's
got her little soap opera how she thought he was the
one and how she feels alone and how now she knows it's
all for her own good. her and i have our own little movies,
starring her and starring me. 1-2-3-4-5, champagne and
a box of wine. anyway, i went to bed at 7:30 this morning
a.m., and i can honestly say it was honestly because
of my new friend and if i had a better imagination i
would pretend than her and i, and our night, went fine,
and it never did end.
i've
been trying to spend some of my time with this girlfriend
of mine. she's my memory medication. she calls me up
and i come over and now i'm coming to this realization
that i try to forget, try to forget, try to forget what
she forgot
2.
cooler than the flip side of your pillow
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3.
super guitar man
he's
always been fond of super heroes and his comic book collection
was soooo big. everyone knew he was just a little bit
different, everyone (at least) in that town that he lived
in.
put
on your mask and put on your cape as fast as you can.
from now on he will be known as super guitar man. if
you are in trouble, he'll pull a song from his ass. from
now on he will be known as super guitar man.
his
secret hideout is in the back of the bowling alley and
he made his super costume with the help of his mom. that
guitar on his chest is just taped on. no one can know
his true identity.
he
put a new engine in his 84 dodge charger and a guitar
rack on the back and he's shopping the market for a new
band, some sidekicks to help out when there's more than
one fan.
he
carries a pack of pics in his pocket, he's not just happy
to see you. his only weapon is a piece of wood with a
hole in it, 4 chords and the truth.
put
on your mask and put on your cape as fast as you can.
from now on he will be known as super guitar man if you
are in trouble, he'll pull a song from his ass. from
now on he will be known as super guitar man
4.
platinum like kryptonite
do
you think that you're doors are locked? it's a song about
her, but then again i guess they all are. she sings my
sonnets in the silence of her heart. let's sit at a barnes
and noble and lets talk, second thought, let's get out
of here and go for a walk. she looks the same as the
day (i fell in love). it's a different kind of love,
he and i are not the same, lets get on a plane to taiwan
and fly away. she drove 100 miles to bathe in my pain
would
you like to see the ring? platinum like kryptonite. superman,
guitar in hand is bleeding tonight. i want her to listen,
that's why i sing, but i did not ask for all of these
lights in my eyes. the songs come out just like i'm breathing.
listen to me breathe.
it
was like a movie but it was not fun. she asked me how
my mother was. do you think this will be the last time
we see? she says that i remind her of her past. 24 hours
ago i was alone. let me close my eyes and try to hide.
one of these years she'll be having a baby. she couldn't
tell [abraham lincoln] she was talking to me. she asked
me, "johnny, are you going to cry?"
black
night, under a parking lot light. 9:22 picture of you,
and i don't know what to do. she's wondering if she will
be the next peggy sue. related her wedding to my funeral.
she can come to mine, but to hers i cannot go. the better
half of myself is with someone else. she wore a pink
sweater with a gray tech vest. our cars went apart mine
east and her's west and i can still smell my love on
my fingertips.
would
you like to see the ring? platinum like kryptonite. superman,
guitar in hand is bleeding tonight. i want her to listen,
that's why i sing, but i did not ask for all of these
lights in my eyes. the songs come out just like i'm breathing.
listen to me breathe.
5.
she just feels the music
i
think i met her through a friend of a friend of a friend.
we were mere acquantences, not really tight. she loved
to dance. that girl would stay out all night. if you
think you've seen the color blue in somebody elses eyes,
take that blue and multiply it by five. she didn't know
that i had a heart. she didn't know that i played the
guitar.
she
doesn't care if i'm famous or not. she just feels the
music and that means a lot. i think i'm gonna write that
girl a song.
her
hair was long and curly and the color was like if you
had mixed mustard with vanilla ice cream. it was a very
beautiful color, but her best qualities could not be
seen. she's got a heart of gold, but all of these guys
in her life they just don't get it. she's been treated
like shit and she's a hopeless romantic.
6.
just because
if
i ever get out of here, i swear i'm never coming back,
as a matter a fact, because i need to get away. tonight
it seems as though my hands are tied with only a piano
to set them free. what she doesn't know only hurts me.
even though she's gone i cannot forget.
i
can guess her wedding day, but i'd rather not know the
answer. i wanna ask her, "do you remember when i
would sing?" because her eyes open and shut, because
i fell in love, because i fucked up. my reason why, "just
because"
can
you blame me for wanting to see her eyes light up the
sky again? do you believe that i miss her more each day?
tonight i just wanna be left alone, left alone with the
thought of a past love. wonder what she is doing tonight.
does she know that she's on my mind? if i can't fall
asleep i'll go crazy.
i
can guess her wedding day, but i'd rather not know the
answer. i wanna ask her, "do you remember when i
would sing?" because her eyes open and shut, because
i fell in love, because i fucked up. my reason why, "just
because"
7.
the soundtrack of Her movie
she
lays in a movie. and in this movie, she wakes up, and
her heart beats still. she's tossing and turning and
thinking she's dreaming in a spinning wheel. she's waiting
and and thanking and saying to me "is this real".
if i could steal her heart from her lover, i would love
her, put it all in my chest with all of the rest that
was left unsaid under covers.
please
return immediately the screenplay you wrote inside of
me. the personal became public, the private became what
people see. i want her to hear, i want her to see, i
want her to feel something real with me. the soundtrack
of her movie...i am writing. writing in circles, writing
anything goes.
she
lays in a movie. she's dragging her hands in the sand,
the lines have been drawn, i'll keep running away today
until i'm gone, if she keeps flirting with me, i'll keep
working for her on this song. i wanna say, i wanna pray
she's not dragging me along. equal distance between two
places you'd rather not be with the hollywood bravado
of liberace. she opens her mouth, but she can't speak
because she is in a movie starring her...no, it's starring
me.
8.
sunday in a blink
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9.
fallen for a material girl
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10. Dorothy
dorothy
you seem to be nice. dorothy in black and white. dorothy
you got in a fight, with the lady who rides the bike.
one witch is dead, house landed on her head, oh no,
and to the midgets you said, i want you to know i want
to go home. they said follow the yellow brick road.
as
dorothy goes, not going fast, not going slow, she's
going with the flow until she ran into mr. scarecrow.
you can ask me questions, but the answers, i don't
know. i wrote a song without a brain and this is how
it goes. if i only had a brain, a brain brain brain,
if i only had a brain.
so
now there's two heading down the road as fast as they
can, until the the two of them ran into mr. tin-man.
he needed some oil, he was unhappy with the tinsmith,
because he doesn't have a heart and here's a song about
it. if i only had a heart, a heart heart heart, if
i only had a heart.
so
now there's three heading down the road heading east.
tot screams as they meet a lionish beast. i'm afraid
of anything and everything louder than a telephone
ring, and yes i am afraid i've also got a song to sing.
if i only had the nerve, the nerve nerve nerve, if
i only had the nerve.
then
they met johnny, a musician from hollywood, who once
had this really great car and now he wishes he could,
but he's broke off his ass, living in that bowling
alley back. his cars a piece of crap and here's a song
about that. if i only had a new car, a new car car
car, if i only had a new car.
so
dorothy, lion, johnny, toto, tin-man, and the scarecrow
all went for a stroll down that golden road. they went
to the wizard of O.Z. and said what can you do for
me? he said if you believe, your wishes are easy. here's
your brain, here's a heart, here's the nerve, and here's
a rolls, but dorothy i don't know how to get you back
home. would you stay please? would you marry me? i'd
be the king of oz and you could be the queen.
11. sessions
of silence
she
called me up. she's got some troubles you know. things
are a little less favorable on the flip side of the
globe. she's happy to hear my voice and i am to hear
hers again. her troubles are terrible and she does
not see an end.
her
day is ruined and her sleep is restless. she wants to
go back in time to 1993. a handfull of stardust and the
seven seas. these sessions of silence are getting to
me.
ask
me about a girl that i once knew, and know, and still
see then and every now. we fight too much, what about
love? not on good terms you say. now you're walking away
holding up the sides of your dress. barefoot on the concrete
with your tan calves. you left me to write a brief little
8-liner, if i could find her...the opportunity passed
no
i am not going downtown tonight. engagement in my hand
to, no plan to. but the nerve of you to get so excited
when you found out that i was in a band too. gonna try
to get a little bit more complex, tired of all of this
shit yes. people conforming and i'm finding the boring,
but i really want to meet that girl in the dress.
her
day is ruined and her sleep is restless. she wants to
go back in time to 1993. a handfull of stardust and the
seven seas. these sessions of silence are getting to
me.
12. then
suddenly nothing less
i
need to shave my face. i told myself that i would not
cut my hair again until i saw you again at my place.
i told you i needed you. i told myself that i would
not fall in love again, because i'm hating it again
and feeling helpless again. what are you doing tonight?
can you stop? sleep well knowing you can have me if
you want. as you discover yourself, i discover my fate.
caught in an inward maze as i contemplate.
you're
giving me more. now you say you want it to end. nothing
more than just friends, then suddenly, suddenly, nothing
less.
goodnight
my friend, that's what i should have said. kissed you
instead of leaving well enough alone again you said
some things i would have never guessed. we slept and
i held your back against my chest. now you're torn
between two lovers, and i'm torn because you chose
the other. you're asking me please set memories aside.
i'm begging and pleading one more time.
you're
giving me more. now you say you want it to end. nothing
more than just friends, then suddenly, suddenly, nothing
less.
13. elvis
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14. in
my mind remain
it
was 70 degrees two weeks ago this evening. but tonight
it was cold i saw snow you know. went out with some friends,
celebratin' and dancing. after that we we didn't go far,
we went to the bar and i met you.
two
beautiful women sitting alone. you talked about your
culture shock i talked about my milwaukee home. your
friend was unimpressed, but you were hanging on every
word i said. you told me about your 6'5" brother and
you laughed when i said that i was 6'1"
i
never got your name, but your dark hair and your eyes
in my mind remain.
your
friend was from new york and you were visiting from madison.
you told me that you worked at a bar there, but i never
asked which one. i asked if you liked to dance and you
said yes. then your friend pulled you away to girl talk
and i wished you hadn't left.
everyone
kept commenting on your body, but i never got past your
eyes. i'm trying to call what it is you wore. was it
a tank top? yellow or white?
i
never got your name, but your dark hair and your eyes
in my mind remain.
15.
moment before a sneeze
you're
only a phone call away, but i'm more concerned about
miles. you're
over an hour away, and you know that i hate to drive. i
had a great time with you last monday, but i haven't
held you since then and now it's sunday night.
you're very busy and you know so am i. trying to play
this guitar of mine for a living. while
i'm missing you and your body inside, i swear i want
the night. i'll
pour a drink and i'll pull the blinds for you one more
time
is
it too early? is it safe to say love? is it
foolish? is it too late to say love? that uneasy
feeling before a sneeze, inside of me. i want
to see thee and it's ok if you say love to
me.
i
don't want her to hear it or read it. i want her to
feel it. i
want my words to run like water, like blood in her
veins. if
she could only stay, would things be different? i'll
pour a drink and i'll pull the blinds, not wanting
you to go away. let
it rain, as the drop through the leaves, let
it make mud. on a field of green, on top and next to
me with uncovered feet. i
will fall asleep with you feeling lovely like
a vacation or a holiday
16. further
lonely
maybe
it's the smell in the air, my mind is running wild.
don't even know the girls name that is driving me shy.
i've got a feeling that this one will last. is it just
me or does time go so fast. i feel like a mosquito
in the middle of a hurricane. september 25th girl.
he
said she went to a jacuzzi party with an entertainer
like myself. does it feel like everyone of your friends
is getting married to somebody else. maybe i'm lonely
but i do not take it to the rooftops. was that hang up
on my answering machine you?
there
was a hole in her soul where love fell through. she loved
to love the sadness while i was loving you. put your
ear on my mouth because i would rather not repeat this
train of thought. i feel like a mosquito in the middle
of a hurricane. september 25th girl.
17. King
of the living room
rest
your head, rest your eyes. off, i'm gonna take this
night. take it all off and take it all in. is chandler
bing your favorite friend? exploit my mind and resurrect
my soul. this rocky road is on a rocky roll. serve
the eboard and the seeds they sow. the comments scroll
on the .com poll
i
hope that you realize that you're making a big mistake.
i've taken all i can take. you keep telling me to believe,
it'll happen soon. someday, becasue of you, i will be
the king of the living room.
alphabet
backwards 2nd verse. what have you done for me lately.
all of these costly tickets for speeding, i remember
them faintly. a more reasonable answer. i spell "her"
but can't define "her" the memory was all just a blur
in the living room in october.
18. i
said i know
it's
just me without clothes, without closure. climb the
empire state building or tear myself apart. everyone
has their particular responsibilities. four easy payments
of pain remain within me while she sleeps. a watched
phone never rings more than i sing. will i be a legend
or another crazy man. because i'm sad.
you
know you cannot make her happy. i said, "i know" this
thought is killing me but it is not a murderer. i appologize
for leaving you, i was drowning in my thoughts. now i'm
back and i can't have your hand.
this
anchor is holding me and i'm starting to mind because
my mind has instincts more animal. i just wanna be myself
unedited. rub my belly, scratch my head "i'll wait forever"
she said. i guess forever took a little long. she was
amazing, we were young, and i was wrong. it's all my
fault.
19. goodnight
i
don't want to sleep alone, i did last night and the night
before. the night before that and many more, waking up
the lonely so. sleeping with a blanket and a sheet, pulling
them next to me, pillow between my knees. tossing and
turning and crazy dreams. all connected by memories.
close
your eyes because mine are closed, and i will wake up
inside of you, fully clothed. it doesn't have to be any
less. doesn't have to be any more. doesn't have to be
remotely anything sexual. i wanna meet someone like you
to please sleep next to me.
i wanna
be thinking of sombody so much. somebody that drives
me nuts. and maybe i met her, does she ride the bus?
she will open me up, like a ginsu cuts, and she will
dance to my songs, and i will write songs about her dancing.
she will inspire me to start to sing. i'll inspire her
to be happy laughing.
close
your eyes because mine are closed, and i will wake up
inside of you, fully clothed. it doesn't have to be any
less. doesn't have to be any more. doesn't have to be
remotely anything sexual. i wanna meet someone like you
to please sleep next to me.
20.
madison, hollywood
49
miles out of Panama City, where the dreams
of the queens made it hard to sleep. but
sleep i did, in a bed, alone and drunk again , fully
clothed, with the lights on, next to my friend . every
song i write for her i hope is the last, because
the past is so slow and my memory is so fast. i
dream she forgives me, i dream she forgets. i
dream she still loves me but no she doesn't.
6
states away from a girl named melissa. i
thought the sunshine and the bodies around mine would
help me to forget ya. inside of me she runs away. she's
leaving me with a stomach ache
melissa
decides it's time to sleep. as
the seasons change in front in of my eyes. i
wish that i could tell my love goodnight. when
Hollywood slides into the ocean i will sell my
diaries and buy myself a boat. i'll
swallow my pride and rise to the occasion. i'll
float, i'll wait, i'll write songs everyday.
Looking
like a movie star memorizing my script, feeling
like a musician whose inspiration had slipped. quiet
like shorty who loves big tips and
the girl on the limo-bus with the supple hips. she
laid her head on my tan arms and
then i got a free show. she
asked me which hotel on the coast was the one
i called home.
she
wanted me to play the guitar, i asked her to wait she
asked me for an autograph, took a picture while i ate.
she loved gold and silver, sunshine and rain. then
the rainstorm hit 83, 94 ways and elvis i am glad
that you keep that looking over your shoulder
man. m.
tooley is not sad, not living with mom and dad at
her burlington pad.
21. i
cannot remember
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22. this
music for your wedding day
melissa
on the cover of a bride magazine. she appears to be everywhere
this september morning. don't you miss me? maybe she
does. no she doesn't, that was just my imagination. she's
not pretty she is beautiful. full of herself it seems,
but not as much as me. i'm a smartass musician, she's
a super-model looking woman waitressing.
there's
got to be more to the story than that. as a matter of
fact, on the floor we sat and the 2 of us we had a blast,
but then our love did pass and now i'm flat. on her memory
list i'm last and my pain at, she laughs and the poetry
comes out fast. here comes the bride as i try to get
where the streets intersect. i'm just a guy in my car
i fly, who wishes to object and now i would like to make
a trade. all of this music for your wedding day.
i'm cold
and i'm shaking and i'm scared and i'm hot. my heart
beats hard and my heart is about to stop. the oceans
of my palms and the cotton of my mouth as i head south
looking for a way out.
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