nobody forgets anyone
else tonight
manholes rise in the George Lucas THX wunderkind sky
the homeless are coming over for dinner tonight
shadows in cereal boxes
what lives in them, you ask?
go and take a dive yourself and see how the water feels.
men and women growl at one another in my alley
but it's not really my alley
it's just an alley i find myself overlooking a lot
men and women want to be well known in the high fever afternoon
let your temperatures run off the map
Strom Thurmond might be dead but he's sitting on your lap right now
Ralph Stanley is cranking it up honey
and Rumsfeld he can't hear a thing
Quick, let the dog out
he just saw a UFO with his name on it
nobody forgets anyone else tonight
the mispronounced victims of life
just fell in love with living
i told you once i didn't have anything to tell you
let me tell it to you again
i just got a leaking bag of my feelings
it leaks wherever i go
if we could only eat feelings
we'd never have to spend money on food again
the mistaken children of chance
are up at bat now
go on then
put your face close to the TV announcer's face
study his verve
give me a call when the ceiling begins to collapse
nobody forgets anyone else tonight
i might not know your name
but i know your blood
---Scott Wannberg |
