100 Blows
Living on the beach
building shacks of wood
sweating in the sauna
one hundred blows upon us
And then you the home
and then you the pay
stung by bees
sleeping under trees
Laying in the garden
eating miners lettuce
picking muscles off the buoy
with the shit-hawks broken toy
That’s just the way in which the sail boat turns
the pain that you feel and the way in which it burns
one bay upon the coast, a needle in a haystack
rocking your kayak forth and back
dancing like a Haida on attack
Crawling with blood-red ants
breathing the sweat of plants
digging in the midden
where the hawk is hidden
the fir trees drifting
the skunks are smelling
and out across the bay
they’re building a masquerade
That’s just the way in which the sail boat turns
the pain that you feel and the way in which it burns
one bay upon the coast, a needle in a haystack
sitting on the small of Grandmas back
pull another salmon from the pack
That’s just the way in which the sail boat turns
the pain that you feel and the way in which it burns
one bay upon the coast, a needle in a haystack
digging you dugout with a hatch
trying to start a fire without a match
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The Fucking
I’m wondering
when you’re going to call
if we will be friends again
I told you don’t call
until you’re ready for something real
but that was two weeks ago
I’m siding with the school of thought that says
it’s better to be fucked than to do the fucking
so don’t fuck with me, I won’t play that game
Love isn’t something you should be fucking with
pain isn’t something you should be reveling in
I told you I want you
the facts are on the table
the love it lies in wait
you’re running from love
you’ve got your issues
you say you’re only twenty one
I’m studying the school of thought that says
it’s better to be fucked than to do the fucking
so don’t fuck with me, I won’t play that game
Love isn’t something you should be fucking with
pain isn’t something you should be reveling in
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Girl Drinks Red Wine in Bathtub
She lays in hot baths
in the Caves-de-Papes
and as she reaches up
some rolls over the edge
and hits the water
as she puts her head under
some rolls over the rim
and it hits to floor
but the wake as it slaps
is drowned by Shubert
and her hair floats
in the dark water
and fans
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The Fight (la Lucha)
I’m out in the sun
sweating on my knees
my caps are hurting
all my muscles working
and then I cut my thumb
and then the blood runs
and then the boss comes
with his eyes squinting
“I don’t want to give you the gears
you said it’d be perfect
it cost one hundred thousand
do what you can to make it worth it”
But he’s just another man
doing what he can
talking out his ass
saying whatever will get the cash
he’s got no idea
got no integrity
what about honesty?
and he says to me:
“I don’t want to bust your balls
I’ve been working this business
I could have done one fifty
I could have got five hundred”
I don’t want to deck you halls
I see through this business
you could have done one fifty
you could have fucked five hundred
Not that much to see
not that much to breath
so I get in my van
I roll down my windows
La lucha, la lucha, la lucha, la lucha
Not that much to see
Not that much to breath
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On a Week Night
It’s been one whole year
That you’ve been running around
And all of this time
I’ve been chasing you down
I’ve been taking you flowers
Climbing up the towers
Getting down on the floor
I’ve been eating up the hours
It’s kind of like love
With a lot of self-destruction
My heart is getting heavy
My head is deconstructing
It’s been one whole year
That you’ve been running around
And all of this time
I’ve been chasing you down
I’ve been over hill and dale
I’ve been through thick and thin
I’ve been to heaven and hell
I’ve tasted bliss and sin
I’ve been taking you flowers
Climbing up the towers
Getting down on the floor
I’ve been eating up the hours
It’s kind of like love
With a lot of self-destruction
My heart is getting heavy
My head is deconstructing
So I called you up and on a weekend night
but you had to work so I stayed away.
I called you back during the week
I went to your house on Chapel Street.
I brought you flowers, told you why I was there.
You said to me that you hadn’t time for that
you were busy all year putting money in the bank
and after that you’d be going away.
You said: “it’s one year, what’re you going to do?”
“I don’t want to break your heart; you’d be playing the fool.”
I said “the heart of love is a mystery”
I said that “time doesn’t really mean that much to me.”
I’ve been taking you flowers
Climbing up the towers
Getting down on the floor
I’ve been eating up the hours
It’s kind of like love
With a lot of self-destruction
My heart is getting heavy
My head is deconstructing
Antoine Doinel, Antoine Doinel, Antoine Doinel, Antoine Doinel,
Antoine Doinel, Antoine Doinel, Antoine Doinel, Antoine Doinel,
Antoine Doinel, Antoine Doinel, Antoine Doinel, Antoine Doinel,
Antoine Doinel, Antoine Doinel, Antoine Doinel, Antoine Doinel
I’ve been taking you flowers
Climbing up the towers
Getting down on the floor
I’ve been eating up the hours
It’s kind of like love
But with a lot of self-destruction
My heart is getting heavy
My head is deconstructing
Don’t mean that much to me
Don’t mean that much to me….
Flames in your eyes
Stuck in the herd
Out in the plains
Shedding the fur
Shot in the leg
Building a bridge
Fighting the shit
Tearing a stitch
Flames in your eyes
Stuck in the herd
Out on the plains
Shedding the fur
Shot in the leg
Fighting for words
Bringing her flowers
Climbing the towers
Down on the floor
Eating the hours
Climbing a wall
Building a bridge
Fighting the shit
Tearing a stitch
Flames in your eyes
Stuck in the herd
Out in the plains
Shedding the fur
Shot in the leg
Fighting for words
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Amberly
Amberly
Amberly
You’ve been out painting, you’ve been out tasting
while I’ve been endeavoring to teach a lesson.
Amberly
Amberly
Been out walking through that west coast forest
You ain’t see the bog since your dog left the chorus.
I’ve been thinking about this for sometime, I guess you know
(I’ve been counting down)
I’ve been chasing it about til sundown, you ought to know
(I’ve been counting down)
Ooh it’s been on my mind, ooh it’s been on my mind
Amberly
Amberly
I got a garden, a bloody spring salmon
I’m slipping through the cracks of some west coast cabin
Amberly
Amberly
You got the champagne, the white table linen
The sound of your toes on the marble singing
I’ve been thinking about this for sometime, I guess you know
(I’ve been counting down)
I’ve been looking at you in the moonlight, you ought to know
(I’ve been counting down)
Ooh it’s been on my mind, ooh it’s been on my mind
I’ve been thinking about this for sometime, I guess you know
(I’ve been counting down)
I’ve been chasing it about til sundown, you ought to know
(I’ve been counting down)
Ooh it’s been on my mind, ooh it’s been on my mind
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Daytime Friend
I am only your friend in the daytime
at night you just fuck off
when I call you you say that you can’t talk
in the morning you’ll call me back
but I don’t want to talk in the morning
I want to talk to you right now
and anyway in the morning you’ll be hung
and you won’t call me anyhow
well maybe it is that you’re afraid
to be seen out with me
am I really that uncool?
am I really that big of a fool?
I am only you friend in the daytime
at night, I just need a friend
It seems now that every time I see you
is during the week at lunch
I offer to buy you a sandwhich
thinking that that is what you’d want
but it is not at all what you like
which just proves that I hardly even know you
but it’s not like I don’t want to
but it’s hard when I hardly ever see you
I am only you friend in the daytime
at night, I just need a friend
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The New Guy
All you say is thank you for your time
but at least tell me what is better about the new guy
I look back on
what I might have done wrong
perhaps what the new guy
has improved upon
he splurges on presents
is a little less cheap
buys you fancy dresses
never shows the reciept
All you say is thank you for your time
but at least tell me what is better about the new guy
He tells you he loves you
he says you’re sweet
he calls you precious
bows down at your feet
but I beg you to tell me
just where I went wrong
you say it’ll hurt my feelings
but they’re all gone
All you say is thank you for your time
but at least tell me what is better about the new guy
What is better about him?