ANDY CLAUSEN

 

ALICE

 

 

Alice always could put on a smile that was

†††††††††††well, non-commercial

she tunes her fatherís guitar

†††††††††††git-tar he called it

only thing left her

sheís got a voice of flowers,

†††††††††††prairie and high mountain flowers

and sheís still herself singing like those flowers

†††††††††††about a lost love, a might have been

the man she thought she knew

†††††††††††who had four kids

and all within the sound of her words

†††††††††††know sheís not making it up

she didnít know he had four kids

it must have only seemed like heaven

†††††††††††in bed, on the floor, on the blanket

†††††††††††on the ground, in the easy chairs

it must have only seemed like they

†††††††††††were, as folk say, really getting on

when he was around he was ready

†††††††††††touched her like she something sacred

†††††††††††like she was more special than ice cream

††††††††††††††††††††††† blessings and every pretty and savory

††††††††††††††††††††††† sight and touch in the Universe

††††††††††††††††††††††† and who cares about anything else!

He always had somewhere different to go

He knew the nerves of pleasure

I thought for once this relationship has potential

I didnít need fancy talk nor buttery words

I could feel our love coming up at my face

†††††††††††and everything lower from the leaf

†††††††††††heavy forest earth

sometimes her lyrics rhyme

her music might want to make you drink

†††††††††††even if you werenít in a drinking place

and not for lack of skill, the drinking is because

†††††††††††of the skill

 

Weíll have Alice back, sold 9 more cases than the next best

†††††††††††thursday night

 

I said now Alice you might have all them

†††††††††††sudden bunch living and dying it

but come on, youdidnít love these guys

†††††††††††you sing about as much as youíd have us believe

if you did, four kids wouldnít have mattered

†††††††††††nothing would have mattered

your morality, codes of honor, religion, want to

look at yourself in the mirror and see an honest person

†††††††††††your devotion to a truth far greater than desire

loyalty, fear, justice, nothing stops us.

She said you have three kids

She went to the stage and hit those strings

†††††††††††harder harder, made them shoot colors

††††††††††††††††††††††† of blue and gold

made them tremble like mothers in dark fanes

†††††††††††in the deepest part of the glowing cave

no more no more guys with three or four kids

†††††††††††no more guys who donít want kids

†††††††††††no more no more.

I said to no body in particular

Damn Alice you make everything

†††††††††††sound like it was a mistake

That the world wasnít meant for people

Couldnít you sign about some guy

†††††††††††you would want to see again?

 

 

JUDAS TALKS TO JESUS

 

 

You care about me, because you want think

†††††††††††that you care

You want me to understand like along

†††††††††††practicing monk who has arrived

†††††††††††to understand this is not an easy place

†††††††††††my past practices are futile

You wheel your chair around

†††††††††††when I ask why is it not easy?

Why? Why! You throw it back

†††††††††††because we are gone before we come

†††††††††††because youth is abused by the self

†††††††††††until it is too old & weak

†††††††††††to abuse it anymore

†††††††††††because the color orange is no longer

†††††††††††the beach ball sun bouncing around out there

†††††††††††the color orange is no longer the hallucinogenic fruit

††††††††††††††††††††††† of H. Bosch

†††††††††††IT is now the agent of the newspaper of death

WHY? why why like a wall of compassionate cynic derision

†††††††††††because††† we drink beer when we should invent systems

†††††††††††because†† we devour meat when we should think

††††††††††††††††††††††† about soy beans

†††††††††††because you want to make it & donít say

††††††††††††††††††††††† you donít know what Iím talking about

How long can you keep the golly shucks?

You want to get elected to popular office?

It doesnít buy the first nail with me

†††††††††††now you want to make it before you die

The truth and transitory beauty isnít enough for you

Whether you have contributed, you judge

†††††††††††but there is little change in the system

††††††††††††††††††††††† of reward and punishment

†††††††††††and there is so much self punishment

Just because you figured your way through

†††††††††††because you want something for nothing

††††††††††††††††††††††† or have added up your nothings

††††††††††††††††††††††† and come up with something

You value yourself as an artist an exceptional

†††††††††††someone who has touched the inner morsel

†††††††††††the final fighting art of what they call ego

You think you can give to knowledge happiness

You posit you will earn with rarity and brilliance

†††††††††††no matter your mood and mental state

so go ahead render the soft wind attributes

†††††††††††of an elegant heart approachable woman

††††††††††††††††††††††† of your illusive victories in your conjurings

canonize and come on for suffering pilgrims

†††††††††††who all can make it superior

††††††††††††††††††††††† and validate with the stuff of gold

good fortune and every body has a chance

†††††††††††to crack jokes and perorate and percolate

††††††††††††††††††††††† your sophistries and suppositories

††††††††††††††††††††††† of cosmic proportions

go suck the hemorrhoids and boils of the big accounts

go find some place honored and safe

go feast on candied dung

Say there was an Adam say there was an Eve

and there existed an essential male and an essential

female, well you wouldnít being doing them any favors

they die in the urinals of San Quentin

they would rather die in the despotís torture chamber

go head pluck on your over rehearsed

†††††††††††state of the art response guaranteed

The man and the woman, the woman and the man,

†††††††††††man man, woman woman, both have lost

††††††††††††††††††††††† the pleasure of home

The earth has become just a crash

So go head on pull your classy goes down neat wine

†††††††††††and dance to tunes that brainwash you

††††††††††††††††††††††† into thinking youíve earned a future

The woman and the man are dying in laundromats

†††††††††††screaming in kitchens of hell

Some of them are down in coal mines

Some of them have repressed all their memories

You wanted to make a difference?

Why?What Arrogance and Youth Worship

You purport to win by losing?

You would want to win?knowing your victory

†††††††††††will only make things a little worse

††††††††††††††††††††††† for this planet and its billions?

Or are you still championing some

†††††††††††Grand Old Cause