Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Total Entertainment Forever

by J. Tillman

Bedding Taylor Swift
Every night inside the Oculus Rift
After mister and the missus
Finish dinner and the dishes

And now the future's definition
Is so much higher than it was last year
It's like the images have all become real
And someone's living my life for me out in the mirror

Can you believe how far we've come
In the new age?
Freedom to have what you want
In the new age we'll all be entertained
Rich or poor
The channels are all the same
You're a star now, baby, so dry your tears
You're just like them
Waking up from the nightmare

No god to rule us
No drugs to soothe us
No myths to prove stuff
No love to confuse us
Not bad for a race of demented monkeys
From a cave to a city to a permanent party

When the historians find us we'll be in our homes
Plugged into our hubs
Skin and bones
A frozen smile on every face
As the stories replay
This must have been a wonderful place

Friday, March 31, 2017

Guys and Dolls

by Frank Loesser

When you see a guy reach for stars in the sky
You can bet that he's doing it for some doll
When you spot a John waiting out in the rain
Chances are he's insane, as only a John can be for a Jane

When you meet a gent paying all kinds of rent
For a flat that could flatten the Taj Mahal
Call it sad, call it funny, but it's better than even money
That the guy's only doing it for some doll

When you see a Joe saving half of his dough
You can bet they'll be minting it for some doll
When a bum buys wine like a bum can't afford
It's a cinch that the bum is under the thumb of some little broad

When you meet a mug lately out of the jug
And he's still lifting platinum folderol
Call it hell, call it heaven, it's a probable twelve-to-seven
That the guy's only doing it for some doll

When you see a sport and his cash has run short
You can bet he's been blowing it on some doll
When a guy wears tails with the front gleaming white
Who the heck do you think he's tickling pink on Saturday night?

When some lazy slob gets a good steady job
And he smells from Vitalis and Barbasol
Call it dumb, call it clever, ah, but you can't give odds forever
That's the guy's only doing it for some doll

Monday, March 20, 2017

This Good Feeling

Tomas Dahl

See the first signs of spring through your window
Breathe in and feel the tingle in your nose
Try to open your eyes for a moment
An instant feeling that anything goes

Oh how I've missed this good feeling
It's been like this for so long
Don't wake me if I am dreaming
Soon everything will be gone

I try to get up in time for the sunrise
Ain't that something we all like to do?
You wonder why you keep fighting these bright lights
You never sleep until this beautiful view

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Temptation Eyes

by Harvey Price

She's got something that moves my soul
And she knows I'd love to love her
But she lets me down every time
Can't make her mine, she's no one's lover

Tonight with me she'll be so inviting
I want her all for myself

Oh, temptation eyes
Looking through my soul
Temptation eyes
You've got to love me tonight

Her wild-eyed innocence is just a game
But just the same my head is spinning
She's got a way to keep me on her side
It's just a ride, it's never-ending

Monday, February 27, 2017

Wedding Dress

by Derek Webb

If you could love me as a wife
And for my wedding gift, your life
Should that be all I'll ever need
Or is there more I'm looking for?

And should I read between the lines
And look for blessings in disguise
To make me handsome, rich, and wise?
Is that really what you want?

I am a whore, I do confess
I put you on just like a wedding dress
And I run down the aisle
I'm a prodigal with no way home
I put you on just like a ring of gold
And I run down the aisle to you

So could you love this bastard child?
Though I don't trust you to provide
With one hand in a pot of gold
And with the other in your side

I am so easily satisfied
By the call of lovers less wild
That I would take a little cash
Over your very flesh and blood

Because money cannot buy
A husband's jealous eye
When you have knowingly deceived his wife

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Don't Go Away

by Noel Gallagher

Cold and frosty morning
There's not a lot to say
About the things caught in my mind
And as the day was dawning
My plane flew away
With all the things caught in my mind

And I want to be there
When you're coming down
And I want to be there
When you hit the ground

So don't go away
Say what you say
Say that you'll stay
Forever and a day
In the time of my life
'Cause I need more time
Yes, I need more time
Just to make things right

Damn my situation
And the games I have to play
With all the things caught in my mind
Damn my education
I can't find the words to say
With all the things caught in my mind

Me and you, what's going on?
All we seem to know is how to show
The feelings that are wrong

So don't go away
Say what you say
Say that you'll stay
Forever and a day
In the time of my life
'Cause I need more time
Yes, I need more time
Just to make things right

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

To His Coy Mistress

by Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
A hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time's wing├Ęd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.