Verse · & · Venom

How long did it take to get the part
Guitar J was overcome by 'art'
He bowed down and took the side
She stepped up and kissed the microphone

Novice hitters swinging for the lights
Hayley Handsome strutting women's rights
Love you now, you've made it far
you don't even need ol' Guitar J

You know it ain't very hard when you've got what you've got
And sure his ego is scarred, but it's all in good Pop
Cuz there's a chick in the band
They've got a chick in the band

Skinny genie, high school curves and all
whip the cord until that curtain falls
Acting like the male who lost
Honey, you can be his boss in heels

You know it ain't very hard, talent is an option
Die the hair for a shoot, bare them if you've got them
Cuz you're the chick in the band
Now you're the chick in the band

Love her now, they've made it far
they don't even need guitar
Love her and her pretty face
they don't even need a bass
Love her and her salon hair
they don't even need the snare
Love her even though it's wrong
they don't even need a song.

For the longest time
hesitation in my soul has led my heart away
and let my parts decay
but I'll change my mind
and I'll update all the software for my rituals
a new mechanical
for my baby

That's why I need you
even if I don't want you
Pick me up, I'll take you down

It's an even trade
for a special shiny piece of high society
cellular purity
catch the drift, my dear
your the only lovely hope for sad appliances
these sexy sciences
that's right, baby

That's why I need it
even if you don't want it
take me up, I'll put you down

Take me home today
show me to the shelf
lay me by the bed
You won't learn from me
the truth of it is sad and honest
sad and honest
sad and honest
(shit)

You will pay for me
and you can fuck your new accessories on saturday
until you want to play
sorry baby

That's why I need you
even if I don't want you
so pick me up, I'll burn you.

John Held Jr., 1920s

Meet me in your muscles
We'll throw a party with your cells
And mine as well
Cuz my fever won't recede until it swells

No courtesy's common
I'd appreciate a hand to reprimand
And I think you'll do nicely
Not too spicy yet

It seems that what you've come to know
Is too much for someone so young to bear
This life handles like a dream
Till you wake up and scream

Come tap my shoulder
Tell me all about the noise
That you compose
Cuz where blood is leaking someone's
Speaking prose
But no one knows

Maybe what you really need
Is a zombie in a flannel suit that sings
Draw your wishes on the wall
Dig a hole and start to crawl

Make me shudder
Make me hate the guy I'd like to be
So then you could hate me
Cuz my system won't reset until it saves
So you better behave

Don't let the rain keep you away
There's still some things to do today
The water is a sign of change

I'll put umbrellas in your hair
You shouldn't let your body care
There's sun behind the clouds up there
shining bright
I live a couple houses down
just on the right side

The rain will make the music swell
while the streets reflect
the dripping sky
There's sun behind the clouds up there
shining bright

I've got some money in my bed
You can have it if you want it
I've got some earrings in my bed
You can have 'em if you want it

This bait and switch of nature
It's there because you made it
But I'm an honest creature
It's here but you won't take it

(Please and thank you)

I have attention in my bed
C'mon, I know you need it
I'll stroke your ego in my bed
I know you can't resist that

Would you have me like a credit card or a golden time piece?
Wear me on your arm
like a shiny prop till my value drops
You come to believe that you want a man to buy you the good things
But truth be told
you just want some money to love
you just need some money to love
When your purse is empty, so is your heart
and if you ask me, that's where the problem starts so
you gotta find some money to love you back

Would you be happier with Valentino or his mansion?
Does it matter that he's handsome
or would you rather hold him for ransom?
And he wastes your time with lavish meals and vintage wines
But you better just come clean
That you want some money to love
that you need some money to love
When you wanna have fun it can buy you a drink
and then you won't have to talk or laugh or think
So girl, you gotta find some money to love you back
Good luck finding some money to love you back.

You're missing your mother, your uncle's farm
so suck it up and follow this man
The best on the channel, the cash in the cow
So learn it, the best that you can
The next bad girl, the weird new thing, kids just wanna play sex
Homework in Hiltons, always say yes to execs.

You may be the flame on a silver spoon
but terrorists would burn you alive
So slender and vapid, you'll dry up soon
but honey, your time has arrived
You can paint yourself with knives and violets, we'll still find you cute
But it just takes a bullet to close your eyes and shoot

Oh, so I'm falling in like with you, darling
Let's count your rings, find out how old you really are

15 and wrapping your fingers round
and skillfully working them off
15 and taking the shit from the crowds
Icons can never be soft
The one with the hair, and little Lord Cyrus, don't know what humans do
But we're put on earth for the earth to desire us,
and that means you.

Oh, so I'm falling in like with you darling
let's count your rings, find out how old you really are.

Shady used to meet me underneath the bridge at midnight
Shady used to tell me things she'd only tell to me
She'd say "Why'd you have to play the same song?"
"Why'd you have to make me wait so long?"
and every time she came she'd carve a new mark on her arm.
She sad "it's not so bad if we both feel good,
but I'll hit you up when I'm in a better mood."

Shady come around, yeah baby come around this evening
My folks are out of town and I just got the damndest feeling
We can watch your favorite movies,
you can spend the night and do things to me,
every time I come you'll carve a new mark on your arm.
Because it feels so good when you feel this bad,
so I'll call you up when I know you're feeling sad.

Shady used to come and meet me by the back at nighttime
she was having trouble feeling how she wants to feel
Now I guess she's feeling better,
thanks to all the pills her parents get her
Every night alone I carve a new mark on my arm.
Because I can't forget all the fun we had
and I miss the days when she'd show up feeling sad.

David Bowie has always been my favorite folk singer, and by that I mean that I basically learned how to write lyrics by listening carefully to his words. Other musicians seem to always cite Bob Dylan or Joni Mitchell or Leonard Cohen or...Cat Power as their major lyrical inspirations, probably because in the bareness of acoustic music the focus falls on the rhythm and imagery of what is being said, and so these words leave a lasting impression. But Bowie's lyrics have always stood out to me, more so than any acoustic musician I listen to, I suppose because they are so strange and yet so universal. He could put words together in a sentence that seem completely random and surreal, but you still get a sense of what he is describing, like an impressionist painting where details are fuzzy and haphazard but the big picture is visible. Using the timeless dictionary of pop music, his songs are postmodern poetry comprised of kitsch observation and street level longing. Here are his words to "Drive in Saturday", from the album Aladdin Sane, 1973:

Let me put my arms around your head
Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh babe, it'll be alright
Pour me out another phone
I'll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend us a book, we can read up alone

And try to get it on like once before
When people stared in Jagger's eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw

His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
She'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away

She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a Drive-in Saturday

Jung the foreman prayed at work
that neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formation with this fall out saturation
Cursing at the Astronette
Who stands in steel by his cabinet
He's crashing out with Sylvian
The Bureau Supply for ageing men
With snorting head he gazes to the shore
Where once had raised a sea that raged no more
Like the video films we saw

His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
She'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away

She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a Drive-in Saturday

I was reading a book about "how to unlock your creativity." Then a pretty girl in pretty clothes walked by and I didn't need to read any further.

My movie would be one of those "guy wakes up and everyone else on earth is gone" movies. But in my movie, because the guy really doesn't enjoy his life very much, everyone disappearing is the best thing that ever happened to him. He explores the empty city, doing whatever he wants and enjoying every minute of it. He figures that if everyone else disappeared, he will probably disappear soon too, so he tries to pack each day with as much fun as he can. Then he crosses paths with a girl, and after they question each other she joins him in exploiting the city's resources. Soon the guy realizes that in addition to being the only other human around, the girl is very attractive, and so he makes their relationship a sexual one after a night of drinking. So now the two spend their days driving fast and playing video games and dancing in the streets and drinking and having sex until a small group of other survivors finds them and invites them to join their quest to find others and get to the bottom of what happened. The guy and girl spend a few days of riding around with these people and searching for clues as to what happened, and the man leading the group begins to direct his affections toward the girl. Suddenly the guy realizes that all the responsibilities and frustrations that made his life miserable are now beginning anew in this post-world. He decides that in order to go back to drinking and playing and having sex all the time, he needs a plan to get rid of these new people. So, having seen movies like this in the past, he devises a plan: he will dress up like a mutant vampire to scare the people away. If they think the city is overrun with mutant vampires, maybe then they will leave, and he can let the girl in on the secret so that she stays with him. Wackiness ensues.

Basically it is a post-apocalyptic romantic horror black comedy. It would be titled "The Day My Boss Dissapeared".