Deep in the belly of a whale
I found her Down with the deep blue jail around her Running her hands through the ribs of the dark Florence and Calamity
and Joan of Arc
I love the way she looks in her underwear I lose my page then the plot then the book then I swear She
makes the most of her time by loving me plenty She knows there’ll come a day when we won’t be getting any
The
stain of the sepia the butcher Crimea Through the wreck of a brass band I thought I could see her In a cakewalk she
came through the dead and the lame Just a little bird floating on a hurricane
I was flat on my back with my feet
in the thorns I was in between the apples and the chloroform She came to me often I was sure I was dying It was
always hard to tell if she was laughing or crying
I thought I heard somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard
somebody call
Joan never cared about the in-betweens Combed her hair with a blade did the Maid of Orleans Said
Christ walked on water we can wade through the war You don’t need to tell me who the fire is for
Oh bring
me the love that can sweeten a sword A boat that can love the rocks or the shore The love of the iceberg reaching out
for a wreck Can you love me like the crosses love the nape of the neck?
Was it Casey Jones or Casey at the Bat Who
died out of pride and got famous for that Killed by a swerve laid low by the curve Do you ever think they ever thought
they got what they deserved
Pity the bullet and pity the man Who both find their place in the same sad plan Who
both are like the barrel going over the falls Crying all the way down I never asked to be involved
I thought I heard
somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
General George began the day by taking pink little pills Sent
his men to the top of some hell of a hill Through the whisper of trees came artillery breeze He said I love the way
the wind comes a’tickling my knees
Jane shot the apple right between the eyes I was thinking of her when you
came outside Lemonade on your breath sun in your hair Did I mention how I love you in your underwear?
Deep in
the belly of a whale I found her Down with the deep blue jail around her Running her hands through the ribs of the dark Florence
and Calamity and Joan of Arc
I thought I heard somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard somebody call'
Ok, so I like Carbon Silicon too,
<sigh>
it's SO hard to pick just ONE favorite!
Here is The News! You're Gonna LOVE IT!
I Do!
Carbon Silicon - The News
People started caring about what they eat And people started smiling at everyone they meet And
people started looking for good instead of bad Realize what they could lose in what they always had
People started
growing, instead of being crushed And people started slowing down instead of being rushed And people started looking
with very different eyes And this information now comes as a surprise
Good morning here's the news and all of it
is good Good evening here's the news and all of it is good And the weather's good!
People started calling those
in power to account And people started saying, "I want my voice to count" And people started learning that they don't
need to fight And they control their future and try to make it right
And people started feeling that better's on
the way And people started feeling some peace and calm today And people started liking the way that good life feels And
every precious moment becoming what is real
Good morning here's the news and all of it is good Good evening here's
the news and all of it is good And the weather's good!
People started caring about what they eat And people started
smiling at everyone they meet And people started looking for good instead of bad Realize what they could lose in what
they always had
People started growing, instead of being crushed And people started slowing down instead of being
rushed And people started looking with very different eyes And this information now comes as a surprise
Good
morning here's the news and all of it is good Good evening here's the news and all of it is good And the weather's good!
Good
morning here's the news and all of it is good Good evening here's the news and all of it is good And the weather's good!
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant, Who was very rarely
stable, Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar. Who could think you under the table, David Hume could out-consume, Good
old Friedrich Hegel, And Wittgenstein was a beery swine, Who was just as sloshed as Schlegel. There's nothing Neitszche
couldn't teach ya, 'Bout the raising of the wrist, Socrates himself was permanently pissed, John Stuart Mill of his
own free will, On a half pint of shandy was particularly ill, Plato they say could stick it away, Half a crate
of whiskey every day, Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle, Hobbes was fond of his dram, And Rene Descartes
was a drunken fart, I drink therefore I am, Yes Socrates himself is particularly missed, A lovely little thinker, But
a bugger when he's pissed.
