Joyce Hotel | New Myths | The Good Life
Live In the Wild
i could live in the wild
feral eyes
needle toothed smile
instead i live in the mild
lopsided eyes
paralytic style
this is the land
of sticky sweet grass
where the muscle in my tongue
is stretched and it's slashed
this is the land
with a full and sweet ass
i'll follow it anywhere
thru the rooms of this bash
somebody loves you
somebody cares
but not in here
and fuck knows if it's beyond those stairs
i could live in the wild
feral eyes
needle toothed smile
instead i live in the mild
lopsided eyes
paralytic style
this is the land
where there's always a chance
the muscle in my heart
can learn a blinding new dance
this is the land
where i bark and i snap
and i jerk and i gnash
until my lungs collapse
somebody loves you
somebody cares
but not in here
and fuck knows if it's beyond those stairs
two lovers parallel
one slack, one tense
this was our dynamic
how we made sense
i’m here with no money
& no idea what to do
the big picture gets bigger
our world continues to collapse
cold & bitter spring rain
we could be lost in LA
you laughing, atoms splitting
beneath our skins a vaster space
two lovers paralyzed
(ec)static electricity
it looked like a painting
in the albright-knox gallery
i’m here I need money
& some idea of what to do
the big picture gets bigger
our bodies will soon be shadows
so we touch & keep our chains
we show our dreams what we can do
we synthesize love, magic & fear
& try to see our feelings through
In the Disco (in the nursing home)
when your caution's been exhausted
and magic's the preserve of youth
when you get inside
oh once you're inside
it's going to change
the inside of you
i'm so close to the answer
but i'll stay here and wonder
what's the body for
oh what's the body for
if not some kind of
moral pleasure
in the disco in the nursing home
i hope i'll become whole
in the disco in the nursing home
i smile, fascinated and free
sometimes my fantasies
get the best of me
but in the end, oh is there an end?
my nerves will get me through.
it's no longer a matter
of up or down
it's just watching the
dancers move back and forth
north, south, avoiding the drool
that spills from my mouth.
in the disco in the nursing home
i know i'll become whole
in the disco in the nursing home
i'll smile, fascinated and free.
I am my father's son
hemmed and pinned by the ones I love
I am a spoiled and selfish one
with a groping and uncertain love
I've got a new kind of fuel
I'm glad to be a fool
in infinite wisdom
I growl
I've got a new kind of fuel
I don't understand my life
It used to tear and gouge
I don’t understand my life
It now just sits and slows
This is my gift
a sadness you
can touch, punch and caress
when you're alone in your bed
I've got a new kind of fuel
I'm glad to be a fool
in infinite wisdom
I growl
I've got a new kind of fuel
I add my grievance to the rest, etc.
Today
Today has the power of night
What a sight
My skull bends where it meets light
The sun does funny things
To Portland streets
I’d like a car to get around
Laying low in the backseat
Like a gentle voice
On a tender breeze
Better words from better places
Thrown out of my head
I write
I write like I’m something else
You’re right
I’ll never be as brave as you as you
The sun does funny things
To Portland streets
I’d like a car to get around
Laying low in the backseat
Like a gentle voice
On a tender breeze
Better words from better men
Thrown out of my head
I take the day off
And take a walk
A city's loose static
Gave me the power to talk
Undressed
Desire dies from the outside in
Impressed
I’ll remap a provisional sin
In a pool in your California dark
There are fools who will never know this spark
All day in the sun I took my brain apart
The heat feels good but the body’s soft
A dining room and a cold ear of corn
There are fools who will laugh at this in scorn
You should spend your entire life
Making peace with what you are
Too much of a good thing
Is rarely ever bad
The world that calls itself the world
Is wrong again
In a swoon licking air-conditioned lips
Mirrors never gave you visions like this
Rubbing the silver across your lungs
You’ll never find a zero not marked with blood
But in this pool in this California dark
And the knowledge that death won’t put us out
The good life is out there somewhere
We won’t let it in until it’s good enough
Too much of a good thing
Is rarely ever bad
The world that calls itself the world
Is wrong again
Here in your world
All day masturbating
The sun at different angles
This home is mine for a while
like there’s nothing else
In this life
cab it home
when you're sullen and greasy
cab it home
the night wasn't so easy
cab it home
your system is burning
cab it home
your credit card's yearning
cab it home
onward and direct
cab it home
to the smell of your bed
cab it home
the upholstery's lesioned
cab it home
and the cabbie is sneezing
politely abrupt
your jacket is stuck
in the latch of the door
your feet grip the floor
cab it home
waiting for the good war
cab it home
your acceptance is imposed
cab it home
lay down your weary head
cab it home
home home
cab it home
beneath a sky choked with thunder
cab it home
on poor terms with wonder
cab it home
oh why can’t it last?
cab it home
with a wave of your hand
finding peace in the back of a car
it wasn't easy but it wasn't so hard
staring into the dark
character actor in a poorly lit shot
talking small talk
extending into the dark
These arms and legs
Are too connected to my mind
These arms and legs
Work too hard to divide
I try loving with my mouth shut
I try moving with the earth’s rotation
I’m caught in the same variations
I like pleasure without the realization
That now-now I’m satisfied
These arms and legs
Are too much mind mind mind
These arms and legs
Work too hard to divide
I want something under my mind
I don’t want to depend
On this
Adaptable head
Anticipating and
Accommodating
Every possible bend
I try not to force it loose
I believe in the refined
I’m caught in shadow’s shadows
I like pleasure that never arrives
That never says now- now I’m satisfied
These arms and legs
Are too connected to my mind
These arms and legs
Deliberately divide
start out knowing you want it all
the night rises rises and you fall
books, music, lust, the onan’s touch
nothing can shake this force
staying home could be safer
but strange people and diversion call
you'll be up all night
but make it to work at dawn
this panic has wealth
its blood is rich
it has history with me
this panic has wealth
there are so many ways to live
one day you’ll find a better way to love
but for now you compromise
a toxic light moves thru your eyes
staying home would be safer
but you just can't sit still
you'll eventually sleep hard
and make it to work at dawn
this panic has wealth
its blood is rich
it has history with me
this panic has wealth
i've read of a time called bomb culture
when the underground seemed to work together
it's likely hyperbolic but it's more
appealing than most post-modern endeavors
portland was a soft city
now its surfaces are hard
i see a wizard look right thru me
I’ll likely always feel lost
i'd make underground films for money
but i need a budget, i need time, a vision
the only undergrounds left are our bedrooms
i make beauty via personal schisms
portland was a soft city
now its surfaces are hard
its edges cut right thru me
my center is also soft
my dreams were all about submission
to get on top i gave up dreaming
i get hard thinking about the sixties
but i hit a wall when i reach the now
i'm acquainted with too many "punk rockers"
nothing rose so nothing converged
technology draws a very hard line
the future's pinned beneath a power surge
i'll keep moving so nobody can pin me
i'll die alone yeah so will you
i had a plan- it depended on outrage
when every one knows we're all pure
portland was a soft city
but now its surfaces are hard
one day i'll stop reading
my center could be a bomb
i was suckling at a fleshy star
in the instant of my creation
i can taste the past but
i lose what i've accumulated
your cock's bigger than mine
you've got a more flexible mind
i'd like to make myself afraid
you make fear your serenade
i prefer quiet empty moments
becos pleasure is a sentence
i kiss your hands
i bathe your hands
eightfold path
in extremis
the rim of your lips
tastes better than vengeance
take me come on take me
you'll never take the chance
i spent so long
connecting easy links
you figure it out while i'm
pissing in the sink
i prefer quiet empty moments
becos pleasure is a sentence
i kiss your hands
i bathe your hands
a presence
in extremis
i've changed you
more than you’ve changed me