They think it's so deep But it's really just a cheap little rhyming dictionary That makes it so profound I just need to match the sound Of a found noun & flip it 'round And you connect the imaginary dots. I paint pictures with words Like the nerds, so absurd And pretend like they all fit together Like a puzzle or a muzzle Gimme milk and I will guzzle It down While you connect the imaginary dots. There is no deeper meaning No shadowy figure mysteriously leaning Against a lamppost. Most would boast engrossed From shiny coast to coast Like strawberry jam on toast The perfect host. I just say the words And you connect the imaginary dots. On the green screen In the first scene Is the pristine beauty queen Saying words she doesn't mean. Check it. Like a mad hatter mad again Flat again Saucy people climb the steeple And come back for the tangerine. After dinner. You say "tomato" And I say "to hell with it" You say "potato" And I say it's counterfeit. The lit bit is far from legit The market calls the shots In a world full of robots All connecting the imaginary dots. It's just words. There is no deeper meaning.

Pestilence is negligence To a cinematic degree. The motor car is a knight Templar In the brittle battle of humanity. "Don't delay" the sad angels say "We don't need you, we feed you You pray." Belt buckle of honeysuckle The church bell chime & hourly chuckle Everyone I know reminds me of Huck Finn. The ladder, the pitter-patter all matter We scatter the seeds on the flatter ground The constant chatter might shatter The Mad Hatter with "batter, batter" But me, I'm getting fatter again. I hope the rope ain't made of soap I can't quite cope with another slope The scope of it all is pretty dope Not gonna grope for the tiptop trope Anagram and pajama-gram Instagram and citalopram Genogram and parallelogram Diaphragm and body cam Sonogram and hologram Strawberry jam and Amsterdam Mary and her little lamb Kram, Alecram, and a beaver dam. I hope the rope ain't made of soap I can't quite cope with another slope The scope of it all is pretty dope Not gonna grope for the tiptop trope The constant chatter might shatter Everybody is so ________. Everybody has _________. You just need to ________. How can you not know about ______?

Data rising The virtual course Humbucker & humbucker Slowly sterilizing the Alphabetical array We came so far to see you Nothing is the matter, son The host is in the way. Call it institutional Odd how "prophet" Rhymes with "profit" He turned the volume up so loud That knees were shaking And the boughs were breaking. It matters what you're thinking The traffic lights will keep on blinking Don't forget to bring a scarf Just in case you need to ... Interesting and formidable Intersecting and fortissimo Bend the backwards as the Backwoods bends the day. There is no shortness of survival No repentance or revival All the motor cars keep on traveling On their way.

Protracted actor Factor in the main reactor Trapped inside the trash compactor Just like the four scores Star Wars hardcores. Time to crack it open No more mopin' only hopin' In the good side of the Force But of course the source adores the Morse Code What a lovely abode We ride the road Denied the node Relied reload Aside a soda pop Don't stop And pull it all together Watch it now Sophisticated implicated complicated indoctrinated Aggravated acclimated instigated infiltrated Charlie Brown, please put the briefcase down Nobody likes the looks of it Cuz it just isn't you Zig-zag ragtag "i got a rock" in your bag People can be so cruel But you'll kick that football some sunny day. Fever pitch if you want to Scratch the itch if you want to Buddy Rich if you want to And turn it on again Tacky kitsch if you want to Bait and switch if you want to Shostokavich if you want to And turn it on again Here we go

Mr. Longstep wears a fedora he keeps referencing Sodom & Gomorrah He says he's just interested in the fauna and the flora But I know the score, yeah I've heard it all before Mr. Pez wears a fez and drives a mower He says flatbeds turn heads but he wants something slower He has a patient wife and modified leaf blower But I know the score, yeah I've heard it all before One block, two blocks, three blocks And another street over There's a yard that's full of crimson & clover Mrs. Roche wears a brown wool cloche And is terribly, painfully gauche She takes a fancy coach to buy brioche And a couple of dozen eggs that she can poach Miss Moray wears a purple beret Every Monday, Wednesday & Friday She jogs with her dogs in her favorite clogs to the internet cafe But I know the score, yeah I've heard it all before Miss McConnitt sports an old-fashioned bonnet She takes a pillow with her wherever she goes and sits upon it Every chance that she gets, she's quoting some Shakespearean sonnet There's something else I have to say, but I can't remember what it was doggone-it! People wear different hats.

Long arm, a tentacle Long arm incite the law Long arm identical We are a mystery after all. Think back to the little jack Thumbtack Hackensack political junkies, Ransack the pepperjack Tic-tac Mac attack fast food flunkies. How we squeeze all that cheese In the breeze by degrees That floats over The seven seas; We'll never know How it made its way down there. Eight arms gliding 'Round a store-bought happy meal. Eight arms trying To figure out just what's the deal. Eight arms reaching out For the surprise special toy. Eight arms wondering If it's for a girl or a boy. Jacques Cousteau was a merry ol' soul And a merry old soul was he But he cries when he looks at the ocean And shakes a trembling fist at the debris. "Clean up your room," says the mama "Do as you're told," says the dad Sharks & shoes & snacks & stickers Into the trash can, into the trash can. "Beam up the moon," says the mama "Do what she said," says the dad Act like Scotty in a different body And energize the tin can.

Lush morning Bathed in streams of sunlight On the verdant forest floor I'm sitting on a toadstool My friends walk by Say "How do you do?" Everything is perfect Sitting on a toadstool Nothing is better Than an afternoon mist When the grass is kissed With diamonds Sitting on a toadstool Butterfly so beautiful Wings just like a tapestry We'll be staring at the moon tonight Sitting on a toadstool All my friends Are so beautiful Sitting on a toadstool On a moonlit night We're just friends

Phone rings, I hear her voice Aey says that I need to make a choice But I missed the train to Istanbul She calls me from home, calls me from work I fall so hard for with this sweet young Turk But I missed the train to Istanbul We talked for hours on the wooden stairs That lead to the apartment that she shares Still i missed the train to Istanbul Red carpet spills beneath her feet Gentle magic words Dance inside my head We listened to Ornette and "Goldilox" Danced under colored lights to "Heart-Shaped Box" But I missed the train to Istanbul She & Marcus laughed when he came back to the States We told stories about the rollerskates And she told him she's still waiting for Godot. I didn't understand the reference I was just too scared to voice my preference for her And so she'd never ever know. I worshipped the ground on which she stood But I was so scared of ruining something good That I missed the train to Istanbul. Red carpet spills beneath her feet Gentle magic words Dance inside my head I missed the train to Istanbul Cuz I was too timid And she was so cool. Why do we fool ourselves?

Where'd you put the paddle at, Jackknife? Lush life, bored wife Crew cut & contrived Inquiring minds want to know: Is it a boy or a girl? When's the big party? Hearty laughs all around Found the bed-bound bloodhound Licking at the ground round Better train that puppy Before the baby comes around. But inquiring minds want to know: Is it a boy or a girl? You gonna make a big deal With a big reveal? Ah, so many of those Go up in smoke. That tall bloke & the old folk Choked so hard on the smoke Eh, they don't wanna croak. Okey doke, don't fix what ain't broke I'm Glad we spoke But inquiring minds want to know: Is it a boy or a girl? Not every single boy wants to own a big truck And there are plenty of girls who love to shoot the puck Tell me, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck If that wascally wily woodchuck would only simply try his luck? Bidibidibidi, hey Buck! I don't think I heard you quite right: You said it's a boy & a girl? Did I hear you quite right: It's a boy & a girl? Is it just one baby: A boy & a girl? Blessed be the name Of a boy & a girl.

Hey i think you lookin pretty fancy! Whatchyou say we take a little chancey Fly a plane to Paris, Paris Francey And drive the folks insane. We don't need to learn to say that we're single. That's a fancy act, but you aren't bilingual You go to look at shoes while we mix & mingle And boat down the beautiful Seine. We were there Before the fire consumed it We sat in its shadow Before the sad flames ruined it Going down to the Metro underground The bodies moving to the electro voice & electric sound We plot our destination & mememorize the name of the station We follow the colored lines All in good time Plant our sweet feet on the street A roundabout Cars seven layers deep What's that about? The city moves at two different speeds: Like motorcycles & Like two lovers strolling hand-in-hand asleep. Spires soaring higher Yankee hearts on fire Are you calling me a liar? I can hear the angels sing. Buttresses flying higher Than a Saint-Saëns choir I don't sweat, I perspire And it ain't the same thing. Life starts when time stops. The adventure starts when the bubble pops. Life starts when time stops. The adventure starts when the bubble pops.

We can talk about the history Ramble on about the bit stream But it's all the same to me It's a difficult rising now You're like the steam shovel Mike Mulligan If you want a fresh drink, you call Culligan You're building a monument, I know. All the ones who said you wouldn't amount to anything Didn't know the score before, what for, doubting everything They branded you a hooligan So much they didn't know The pitchfork in the leg didn't stop you The scars, the bars, the demolished cars couldn't stop you You were posting them letters Just watching them go One foot One foot in front One foot in front of the other Is how you got here. Body crying out For sugar Heaven has smiled on me Heaven is shining down on me

Pick yr spin, yeah you look like a red key Where you been all my life, On a jet ski? It's a sad piece, like Henryk Górecki Feeling guilty when I'm home all alone. Anima and animus keep on knocking at the door I sit them both down on the couch & give 'em the ol' what for I ain't no fan of cookies or the crumbs they leave on the floor Can you tell me why I feel guilty when I'm home all alone? Ain't no joke, all that stretching ain't so stretchy I Don't know why they keep on giving heaven to someone named Betsy I look to find some cool new electronic toy on Etsy I wish I didn't feel guilty all alone Is free time a spree crime, A tree climb, a green slime? Is free time a war crime, An enzyme, a paradigm? So accustomed to having the kids here That it feels real strange when they're over there The time is split, yeah, it's all pretty fair Fair share, care bear, clean socks & underwear Sometimes I get down to the end of the day And stop to wonder if I have used my voice It's a choice sometimes; sometimes it isn't I drive through a drive through just to have someone to talk to Yeah, give me the extra value meal And a little bit of conversation

Somedays I wake up and My ears won't answer me Sometimes I feel like hiding And pray for a sparrow To come rescue me My knee has a hatch And a secret escape plan But I'm not going anywhere Not without sea salt & a frying pan Remember the masterpiece And other avalanches They say She's divine And good news for the branches I feel like a wet newspaper All blurred & running together But I wish I was a gold or silver coin Found amidst the heather Transmissions keep somersaulting down the hall I had a memory that crushed like diamonds The footprints are tired of looking up My shadow is tired of hanging around The moon is an empire The answer is 3 My arms keep crumbling at the wrist There's a line in the ocean that I cannot resist I don't wanna, but if you insist The moon is an empire The moon is an empire And the answer is 3

Intermittent argument Department of the Armament That cannot be what you meant When the rent was spent on a condiment. Add so high, we down below The hole only grow 'til there's nowhere to go Repeat after me: no water, no flow. Sold my guitar to put food on the table We said we'd undo it, but you never were able Who needs breakfast when you can have cable? The cost isn't important; it's the name on the label. Robbing Peter to pay Paul Out at White Oaks Mall You pray your car will not stall Cuz you can't find enough coins to buy gas. Classes & podcasts & quotes on the wall Fist fights & long nights & shouts in the hall Last call, the big fall, the audacity & gall Eating all the cookies, and your little secret stash. Intermittent argument The weekly chill bombardment It grinds you to the core And you ask what for? So poor The door Is looking better everyday.

Behold the chanson I hope you have pants on Valhalla indeed andale Consider the timing Of old delicate rhyming Consider it to be a dark day. The people of the bush Do not feel the need push their hard beliefs Off on anyone The skinny one do pray. We trample 'round like elephants All the innocents & cognizants Like impotent incompetents Another dark day. Shake it off, why do ya? Crazy sloth, how do ya? Shake it off, why do ya? Make it soft, Petula Energy is energy, no matter what they say Cross these wires & harness these fires How flat the jungle lay. Too bad the comrade Had a crash pad in a trash bag The signal starts the felling. It's gonna be Another dark day.

Dearborn on Jeopardy tears the ribbon apart And files the good maker with stone-colored heart I, in my coffee shop, am try trying to start With a cold counter argument that'll tear him apart. Let's go! The election of confection is one with which I disagree And she's always pushing it in spite of our soliloquy The hand in the cookie jar travels too far to be free And I and my little one reject the lure of sugary. Let's go! (Let's not go) Cameras at the dinner table Camera around the neck Like a perfectly obnoxious tourist Who lives in the Land of What the Heck Can we act like we're not related? I'm still stuck on the subject we debated It hasn't abated or faded or waited But constantly grated on the back of my mind I used to crouch down in the backseat On the way into Chicago While everyone sped by, giving the secret sign I couldn't get down far enough Although I wanted to see the big glowing neon lips along the highway My way; when I was finally old enough to drive To the airport davenport shuttle bus delay. Moving sidewalks Lights along the ceiling Eno's music And a peculiar feeling Who could get the highest toll on the pay phone? We could never get a Dove bar, how come? People walking like there are stilts on their knee bone Tree was cracked by lightning when we got back to our home Moving sidewalks Transport the memories Like the holy Hawaii short socks And a month in Germany Moving sidewalks Bring back the memories Like the longest ones at Charles de Gaulle And an orange juice spilled for free Moving sidewalks Lost in long-term parking Marking time 'til the plane departs There's an art to the start of a cantilever cart And making all the big bags stay. How many bags are you checking in today? How many bags Are you checking, sir? How long is your stay? Is there anything liquid, fragile, perishable, or hazardous? Did anyone ask you to keep something In your bag? The glad rag is a red flag That you'd hate to see us wag. Can you Put the Camera away? Can you please Put the Camera away? Cameras at the dinner table Camera around the neck Like a perfectly obnoxious tourist Who lives in the Land of What the Heck Can you hear me? I keep trying to say "perfectly" Perfectly The apple doesn't fall The apple doesn't fall Very far From the tree. Unfortunately.

High wind soliloquy Dead Martian bandwidth enemy Crockpot an aerial plot Hardwood driftwood Emily What's the matter? All the telegram forget you? Doesn't matter Electrocardiogram will get you. Those so flatter All the silhouette around you. You have got me thinking of Fill in the blank. Yawn on the lawn From dusk to dawn You're the spawn of a fawn With the curtains drawn. Gone is the braun Of the lonesome pawn. We could go on & on But I'm thinking of April showers May takes a bath June washes up at the sink And July shoots fireworks.

The term "universal" is as Dangerous as strychnine. Ask me how I've been And I will say, "Just fine." The singular eye is a Figment of our own mind. You're free to speak for yourself But don't speak for nobody else. Dig it. This ain't no melting pot; How uniform and boring. I know you feel so safe In your customary mooring. You think the whole wide world Is applauding and adoring. You're free to speak for yourself But you don't speak for nobody else. Little round glasses see a little round world Hexagon glasses see a hexagon world Shaded glasses see a shady world Broken glasses see a broken world Whatchya gonna do with what your mama taught you? What do you think that all that privilege has bought you? I suppose that you were never lost And the good Lord never sought you You're free to speak for yourself But don't speak for nobody else. Like a little kid sitting at the big people's table Can't listen to reason Perhaps you aren't able They're charging you with treason You'll become a morality fable In the history of the family: A perfect example of what not to be A perfect example of what not to be Like a wombat as a bureaucrat Like a spoiled brat and laboratory rat Like a fat cat and a doormat Like a b-flat and a buffalo gnat Like a high-hat and an acrobat Like a thermostat and a copycat Like a fake tat and a short chat Like a bug splat and a vampire bat A perfect example of what not to be