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The Big Darby Creek

Oh, the Big Darby creek is a mighty fine creek,
and a mighty sweet creek is she.
Oh the Big Darby creek is a mighty good creek,
and there’ll never be a better place for me.

Oh, the Big Darby creek starts up in Logan County
and goes all the way to Pickawee.
But the part in Franklin county is the county with the bounty,
and there’ll never be a better place for me.

Oh the Big Darby creek is a mighty good creek,
and a mighty sweet creek is she.
Oh the Big Darby creek is a wonderful creek,
and there’ll never be a better place for me.

I’ve seen a lot of places and I seen a lot of faces
and I’ve seen a lot of ways to be,
but I’m so happy that I’m flappy, even when my life is crappy,
and there’ll never be a better way to be.

Oh the Big Darby creek is a mighty sweet creek,
and a mighty good creek is she.
Oh the Big Darby creek is a wonderful creek,
and there’ll never be a better place for me.

I’ve seen mountains, I’ve seen deserts, I’ve oceans, I’ve seen islands,
seen a lot of places I could be.
But I’ll always go back to Oh High Oh!
‘Cause there’ll never be a better place for me.

Oh the Big Darby creek is a mighty sweet creek,
and a mighty good creek is she.
Oh the Big Darby creek is a wonderful creek,
and there’ll never be a better place for me.





If I Didn’t Love Her

Oh, if I didn’t love her,
I wouldn’t hate her near so bad.
Oh yeah, if I didn’t love her,
I could not hate her half so bad.
If she didn’t make me so darn happy,
she could not make me so damn sad.

She tell me don’t come round here
when her family comes to town.
She don’t want me nowhere near her
whenever her family come to town.
She call me up and says come over
When her family has left town.

The only time she really want me
is when she ain’t got me no more.
When she acts like she really wants me,
is when she ain’t got me no more.
The only time she’s ‘fraid to lose me
is after she kicked me out her door.

Oh if I didn’t love her,
I could not hate her near so bad.
No, honey, if I didn’t love her,
I’d never hate her half so bad.
Oh, I done kicked a few bad habits and things,
but she’s the worst I ever had.





Jazzer

Well, she let me eat her out
until she scream and shout,
but she wouldn’t let me come inside.

I came real quick
when she sucked my dick.
But after she went home, I cried.





Tsunami (1993)

To my brothers in Papua New Guinea

Oh my brothers by the sea , in Papua New Guinea,
my heart goes out to you in sorrow, and in awe
of the sudden rush of water, of the giant lunging of the sea
and of the life that was there, and was not there, and is there
and will be there: Aloha, Maganda, Greetings, love and farewell in peace.

Oh my sisters in Papua New Guinea,
my sorrows for your children; my sorrows for you, my sisters.
The schools are closed, the children are all gone, they are all gone.
Their laughter enriched the soil of the island and gave the plantain joy in growing.
Weep, and weep. But silently I look ahead to see you laugh again.





Sex But Don’t Touch

You can look into my eyes, but don’t you peek into my soul.
Don’t ask me if it’s right because we’re really on a roll.
I can’t never get enough, but Honey you are way too much.
I wanna let you come inside but Sugar, Sex But Don’t Touch.
You can call me on the phone and tell me whatchuwannado,
Just dial one nine hundred, you can say the word “screw.”
Just think how good I look and dream of what I’ll do to you.
Get as messy as you want, ’cause I ain’t gotta smell yer goo.
You can hear me talking dirty – don’t you listen to my soul.
Don’t you listen to no reason ’cause I’m really on a roll.
Wanna do yo’ luscious body, but your heart I don’t want much
Gonna make you just one promise: Gonna Sex But Don’t Touch.
Wrap ourselves in plastic, we can’t get each other wet.
If we exchange each other’s fluids we could lose a risky bet.
I got a use for what you got, but I don’t care who you are.
Thrust your tongue inside, but kissin’s goin’ way too far.
Yeah you can hold my body, but don’t try to touch my soul.
And don’t you hold back nothin’, ’cause yer really on a roll.
If yer willin’ to be fillin’, I got sumthin you can clutch.
I don’t care how much yer billin’, only Sex But Don’t Touch.
Now I got me a computer and a modem on it, too.
And folks all around the world, they ask me “Whatchuwannado?”
Gonna learn to type left-handed; I don’t wanna mess the keys.
I hope the line ain’t noisy, Baby download me now, please!
I know that you can’t see me, so imagine what you need.
I wanna sow my wild oats but I don’t wanna plant no seed.
If I ever really love my broken heart might need a crutch.
I ain’t gonna’ let that happen, Honey: Sex But Don’t Touch.
We’re free to seek our pleasure every way that we might dare,
Free to kill the conciousness that used to make us care;
Free to kill the lie that we must give our love away,
Freely we enslave ourselves to selfish, heartless play.
Now go ahead and stroke me Babe, just don’t try to connect.
If there’s never really contact we won’t have to disinfect.
I can simulate my feelings but the real thing is too much,
So tonight my only rule is Honey, Sex But Don’t Touch.




Song to Someone I Haven’t Met

I don’t know what I’m looking for.
I don’t know who I am.
I don’t have a grand ambition.
And I’ve got no five year plan.
I can’t say I’ve never tried,
but I can say I never knew what I was trying for.
I thought I knew what I was thinking,
but I think I never knew what I was hoping for before.
I can’t say I ever knew,
but I can say I hope that you
are what I’m hoping for.
And more.
I can hope that I could hope for
someone that I never even knew was you
Before.
How, how, how,
could I even hope to know just who I am
when I have not met you and you have not made me
the man I’ll someday be when we are we?
How, how, how
could I say that I’m OK
when every day I know the way
I am without you?
Boo hoo.
Yoo hoo.
You who?
What’s new?
If the sum of all my parts
includes the future and the past,
then it’s impossible for me to know
just who I am.
Until I meet you I’ll just know
that you are you,
till then I’ll go
along like always -
too true.
Too true.
I’ve met a lot
of what you’re not
and I have got
put on the spot
but I keep dreaming.
And I don’t know what I’m dreaming.
But I’m hoping.
And I don’t know what I’m hoping
For.




I’m Not Looking for Somebody Like You

I’m not looking for somebody like you…. again.
You probably won’t be looking for somebody like me (to be your friend).
Let’s not analyze it,
or cannibalize it.
There’s no point in trying to revitalize it.
We sure had our moments, but Baby, it’s true – again,
That I’m not looking for somebody like you… again.





………………………………………………………………………………………….Seasoning

When I was a young man, I would positively ache with lust for every woman I saw.
Now when I see a gorgeous, sexy woman, I imagine those full, voluptuous lips opening slightly and saying,
“TAKE OUT THE TRASH!”





Siren

It’s a siren, siren, siren!
And it pierces my environ
With the screaming, gleaming, reaming of sireen.


“‘Reen, ‘reen, ‘reen, ‘reen!”
And I am part of the machine!
and the gleaming, reaming, screaming! of SiREEEEEEEEEEEN.





Return From Paradise

I visited Heaven and I came back.
I dove in cool, blue, beauty; walked among towering flowers.
When sleepy, I dreamed to the ocean’s lullaby;
and woke to the loving greeting of the sea.

I visited Heaven, and I came back.
Marijuana fragrance in the forest when it rained,
Rainbows, sunsets, blue sea, white shore…
Fish and rice and poi: gifts of the gods.

Music of the wind blew through my heart.
Music of the sea soothed my mind.
Music of the people, sung forever in Paradise,
Music of life, music of my soul.

It wrapped me in happiness, the music of the land.
It made my heart hum and resonate with peace.
And now it calls in nostalgia, a little pain.
I visited Heaven, and I came back.





Blackberry Pie


Blackberry pie, blackberry pie
I'll bake a blackberry pie before I die.
Before I die, before I die,
To save my soul,  I'll bake a blackberry pie.

That pie, sweet and warm'll
Bring me closer to normal.
Midst the crust and the goo,
I won't feel quite so blue.

So you see that's the why
That I must make a pie.
A blackberry pie,
Or else I will cry.

Oh, blackberry pie, you heavenly pie,
I'll roll you and fill you, and give you the eye.
I'll pinch you and stir you, and tickle your thigh.
Oh how I love you, my sweet blackberry pie.

Yeah, blackberry goodness will be filling my soul,
And after she's cooked, I'll be licking that bowl.
And nobody knows but blackberry and me
The things that we do, when nobody see.

Oh, blackberry pie, my lovely blackberry pie,
Before you were here I just thought I would die.
But now that I have my own sweet blackberry pie,
I'm starting to think I'll get on by and by.

So, blackberry pie, blackberry pie,
I'll bake a blackberry pie, so I won't die.
No I won't die, naw, I won't die,
Because I'm going to make my own blackberry pie.





Some people fly up in a hot-air balloon.

Some people dance under a tropical moon.

Some people ask for love, and the answer is “Yes.”

Some people are just lucky, I guess.






Lessons

When I was nine years old my sisters and I each received a baby bunny for Easter.
I got a boy bunny, and my sisters each got girl bunnies.
After that, my family was in the rabbit business.
This is how I learned to build rabbit cages and take care of animals.
We sold live rabbits, and dressed rabbits, fresh and frozen.
This is how I learned to kill, skin, and butcher the babies of my pet Easter bunny.
This is how I learned not to love.

When I was ten I wrote my first poem for a school assignment:

“When you are weary,
drink some beery,
or some wine;
it’ll make you feel fine.”

My mother wouldn’t let me take that to school. She said it would look bad, it being a small town and my father being a preacher, and reputations and so on.
So I wrote my second poem:

“Spring, spring, spring!
Spring is just the thing
for Kindness and Love,
You feel like a feather floating above.”

That one, my mother liked. The teacher loved it. It got published in the small town newspaper.
This is how I learned that honest, intelligent, creative self-expression was supposed to be repressed, and idiotic bullshit was what people wanted.
Most of my life after that has been a halting, clumsy maneuver between my own inner truth and trying to anticipate what people will accept.

For my entire childhood my family moved every 18 months.
This is how I learned not to plan.
This is how I learned not to form attachments.
This is how I learned that all relationships are short.
This is how I learned that relationships are best cut off without emotions.
This is how I learned not to work things out.
This is how I learned that I will never really be part of the group.





Culture

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Fool If You Don’t

All of you people with a messed up mind,
I’m gonna save you some money and time.
You don’t need no doctor, like some of the rest;
just hop up on one foot and take this foolishness test.

You’re a fool if you don’t
cut your hair real short
and wear a blank expression like some stupid dork.

You’re a fool if you don’t
drive your car too fast,
and waste up all your precious gas.

You’re a fool if you don’t
run away from your wife,
and take a lot of drugs and ruin your life.

Yeah I’m gonna save you from a messed up mind;
all you gotta do is be like me all the time.
You don’t need your own brain, like some of the rest;
Just do just what I say and all your friends will be impressed.

You’re a fool if you don’t
hate the things that I hate
and if you don’t love the stuff that I think is great.

You’re a fool if you don’t
think what I think you should,
and agree with me a lot about what’s bad and what’s good.

You’re a fool if you don’t.
You’re a fool if you do.
You’re a fool if you’re me. I’m a fool if I’m you.

You’re a fool if you’re me. I’m a fool if I’m you.
You’re a fool if you’re me. I’m a fool if I’m you.





……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Excessive Lust

When I see a sweet, young lady
with a well-developed bust
it sure does drive me crazy,
because I’ve got excessive lust.

There’s a lady where I’m workin’,
and to have her is a must.
She sure perks up my gherkin
and gives me excessive lust.

Excessive lust, lust, lust,
as my morals turn to rust,
I think my pants are gonna bust,
because I got excessive lust.

Oh, the girls I see on teevee,
they make my breath come in a gust.
I wish that they could be with me
and let me share my lust.

In their 40′s they’re all  horndogs,
So I’ve been told and thus I trust.
And they seem to like my corndog,
I’m not the only one with lust.

Excessive lust, lust, lust;
to go without would be unjust.
My inner id just won’t be hushed,
because I got excessive lust.

I’m truly thankful to my maker,
’cause he raised me from the dust.
and when he put me together,
he blessed me with excessive lust.

And when my life is over,
if my existence is discussed,
one thing they can say for me is
“He had excessive lust.”

Excessive lust, lust, lust,
as my inhibitions rust
I think my pants has gotta bust
because I got excessive lust.






Desecration

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