Revelling: Reckoning

A cold and porcelain lonely
In an old new york hotel
A stranger to a city
That she used to know so well
Bathing in a bathroom
That is bathed in the first blue light
Of the beginning of a century
At the end of an endless night

Then she is wet behind the ears and wafting down the avenue
Pre-rush hour
Post-rain shower
Stillness seeping upwards like steam
From another molten sewer
Summer in new york

They've been spraying us with chemicals in our sleep
Us / they
Something about the mosquitoes having some kind of disease
Them / me
Cia foul play
If you ask the guy selling hair dryers out of a gym bag
Chemical warfare
"i'm telling you, lab rat to lab rat," he says, "that's where the truth is at"
That's where the truth is at
That's where the truth is at

And everything seems to have gone terribly wrong that can
But one breath at a time is an acceptable plan
She tells herself
And the air is still there
And this morning it's even breathable
And for a second the relief is unbelievable
And she's a heavy sack of flour sifted
Her burden lifted
She's full of clean wind for one lean moment
And then she's trapped again
Reverted
Caged and contorted
With no way to get free
And she's getting plenty of little kisses
But nobody's slippin' her the key

Her whole life is a long list of what ifs
And she doesn't even know where to begin
And the pageantry of suffering therein
Rivals television
Tv is, after all, the modern day roman coliseum
Human devastation as mass entertainment
And now millions sit jeering
Collectively cheering
The bloodthirsty hierarchy of the patriarchal arrangement

She is hailing a cab
She is sailing down the avenue
She's 19 going on 30
Or maybe she's really 30 now ...
It's hard to say
It's hard to keep up with time once it's on its way

And, you know, she never had much of a chance
Born into a family built like an avalanche
And somewhere in the 80s between the oat bran and the ozone
She started to figure out things like why
One eye pointed upwards looking for the holes in the sky
One eye on the little flashing red light
A picasso face twisted and listing down the canvas
Of the end of an endless night

10 9 8 seven six 5 4 three 2 one
And kerplooey
You're done.
You're done for.
You're done for good.
So tell me
Did you?
Did you do
Did you do all you could?

Some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter
And propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar
And i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets
Under a sign that says grand opening
While my dog is waiting in the car

I wake up, i check out
I fill the tank and wash the windshield clean
Then i'm back out on the highway
And bang that's when i remember my dream:

We were standing in a garden
And i had a machine that made silence
It just sucked up the whole opinionated din
And there were no people on the payroll
And there were no monkeys on our backs
And i said, show me what you look like
Without skin

Science chases money
And money chases its tail
And the best minds of my generation
Can't make bail
But the bacteria are coming to take us down
That's my prediction
It's the answer to this culture
Of the quick fix prescription

But in the garden of simple
Where all of us are nameless
You were never anything but beautiful to me
And, you know, they never really owned you
You just carried them around
And then one day you put 'em down
And found your hands were free

So now it's early in the morning
At the longitude of memphis
And the sun is setting sweetly on hong kong
And the big plan is just to keep spinning
Cuz the big bang is only just beginning
And sometimes it's all that we can do just to hang on

And what i meant to say is xxoo which means i'm thinking of ya
Which means i've been thinking of you
All along

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Coming of age during the plague
Of reagan and bush
Watching capitalism gun down democracy
It had this funny effect on me
I guess

I am cancer
I am hiv
And i'm down at the blue jesus
Blue cross hospital
Just lookin' up from my pillow
Feeling blessed

And the mighty multinationals
Have monopolized the oxygen
So it's as easy as breathing
For us all to participate

Yes they're buying and selling
Off shares of air
And you know it's all around you
But it's hard to point and say "there"
So you just sit on your hands
And quietly contemplate

Your next bold move
The next thing you're gonna need to prove
To yourself

What a waste of thumbs that are opposable
To make machines that are disposable
And sell them to seagulls flying in circles
Around one big right wing

Yes, the left wing was broken long ago
By the slingshot of cointelpro
And now it's so hard to have faith in
Anything

Especially your next bold move
Or the next thing you're gonna need to prove
To yourself

You want to track each trickle
Back to its source
And then scream up the faucet
'til your face is hoarse
Cuz you're surrounded by a world's worth
Of things you just can't excuse

But you've got the hard cough of a chain smoker
And you're at the arctic circle playing strip poker
And it's getting colder and colder
Everytime you lose

So go ahead
Make your next bold move
Tell us
What's the next thing you're gonna need to prove
To yourself

The answer came like a shot in the back
While you were running from your lesson
Which might explain why years later all you could remember was the terror of the question.
Plus, you weren't listening hard
You were stockpiling canned goods and making a bomb shelter of our basement.
And i can't believe you let the moral go by while you were soaking in the product placement.
And where was your conscience?
Where was your consciousness?
And where did you put all those letters that you wrote to yourself but could not address?
Yeah, i'm a good kisser, and you're a fast learner
And that kind of thing could float us for a pretty long time.
And then one day, you'd realized you've memorized my phone number
And you'll call it and find it's a disconnected line.
Cuz i got tossed out the window of love's el camino
And i shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb.
You were smoking me weren't you between your yellow fingers
You just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word.
Where was your conscience?
Where was your consciousness?
And what did you do with all those letters you wrote to yourself but could not address?
There's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons
The whole childhood of potions that are all bottled up
And so one by one i am dusting off labels
I am uncorking bottles and i am filling up cups.
Go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine.
Here i'll have a taste of mine
But first let's toast to the lists that we hold in our fists of the things
That we promised to do differently next time.
Cuz the answer came like a shot in the back
While you ran from your lesson which might explain
Why years later all you could remember the terror of the question.
Cause i'm not listening to you anymore.
My head is too sore and my heart's perforated
And i am mired in the marrow of my "well ain't that funny?" bone
Learning how to be alone and devastated.
Where was my conscience?
Where was my consciousness?
And where do i put all these letters that i wrote to myself but could not address?

I love us both but i don't feel good
So i keep pulling over
And looking under the hood
I love us both but i'm at wit's end
Where does your compromise begin and mine end?
I love us both but what
World's it gonna be?
The one according to you
Or the one according to me?

I don't feel good so ...
Now do my problems include talks with doctors
Who don't even understand about food?
I think in ancient china they kinda figured out how the body works
But our culture is just a roughneck
Teenage jerk
With a bottle of pills
And a bottle of booze
And a full round of ammunition
And nothing to lose

And is it really the best we can do
To arm wrestle over whose world it's gonna be?
(the one according to you
Or the one according to me)

I love us both and i'll see ya
If you'll see me
So ... who are we?

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Today we are only whatall is nice about us
Today we turned on in the blue light of dawn
And made love

And you were not a dot dot dot
Waiting for me to complete you
And it was like i just forgot
To measure everything that i do

We woke up with the notion
That enough is not enough without more
And then we pushed with one motion
Like the ocean heaves a wave at the shore

And you were not a dot dot dot
Leaning forward expectantly
And i was not in such a rush
To insure my autonomy

Today we are only whatall is nice about us

She went over to his apartment
Clutching her decision
And he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye?
So she built a skyscraper of procrastination
And then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window
Of her reply
And she felt like an actress
Just reading her lines
When she finally said
Yes. it's really goodbye this time
And far below was the blacktop
And the tiny toy cars
And it all fell so fast
And it all fell so far

And she said:
You are a miracle but that is not all
You are also a stiff drink and i am on call
You are a party and i am a school night
And i'm lookin' for my door key
But you are my porch light

And you'll never know, dear
Just how much i loved you
You'll probably think this was
Just my big excuse
But i stand committed
To a love that came before you
And the fact that i adore you
Is but one of my truths

What of the mother
Whose house is in flames
And both of her children
Are in their beds crying
And she loves them both
With the whole of her heart
But she knows she can only
Carry one at a time?
She's choking on the smoke
Of unthinkable choices
She is haunted by the voices
Of so many desires
She's bent over from the business
Of begging forgiveness
While frantically running around
Putting out fires

But then what kind of scale
Compares the weight of two beauties
The gravity of duties
Or the ground speed of joy?
Tell me what kind of gauge
Can quantify elation?
What kind of equation
Could i possibly employ?
And you'll never know, dear
Just how much i loved you
You probably think this was
Just my big excuse
But i stand committed
To a love that came before you
And the fact that i adore you
Is just one of my truths

So i
I'm goin' home
To please the one i so love pleasing
And i don't expect
He'll have much sympathy for my grieving
But i guess that this is the price
That we pay for the privilege
Of living for even a day
In a world with so many things
Worth believing
In


Clarinet, saxophone ?hans
Trumpet ?shane
Electric and acoustic baritone guitars, singing ?ani

I'll sing you a song that starts out descriptive
And locates a time and a place
Like a dinner table where a whole family
Is just sitting down to say grace
An old old song that moves into action
Taking its sweet sweet time
And waits until we all say amen
Again and again in rhyme

It's the story of a father and a mother
Who battle each other over nothin'
With a couple of kids trying to figure
Which way the plot's spinning
Who's winning and who is bluffing

It's a story as common as a penny, son
It ain't really worth anything to anyone

Poor little sore little song
That aches like a muscle each time that it moves
Sad little song that you play
And you play and you play
And you play 'til you lose
While history is outside writing a recipe book
For every earthly pain
This song is inside finger painting dark swirls
Again and again and they all look the same

Cuz what if you come home from school one day
And you find your whole family's at war
And there's this ominous silence just waiting to be broken
And there's secret places for hiding underneath the floorboards
And everyone seems to be bracing
For the subharmonic thunder of the next bomb
And everyone seems to be waiting for the cops to bust in
With their guns drawn
At the bleak light of dawn

It's a story as common as a penny, son
I don't think it's worth anything to anyone

It's rock paper scissors as to whether i will get over you at all.
It's hand against hand and both hands are mine.
It's standing in a circular line, which is not to say that i'm not also happy.
A happy meal with a surprise inside.
Surprise, surprise is another bright light in my eyes
Exposing all the stuff i'm not calculating enough to hide.
This melancholy that i carry makes me feel so grown up at the kitchen table doing shots of resignation.
I never thought i'd see the day
When i would i say i give up and tame the stallions of my wildest expectations.
But i do not want to know you this way, surrounded by so much pain.
But how am i supposed to let go of you this way, like a bird into the sky of my brain?
I think i could accept all these dark colors as just part of some bigger color scheme
If it wasn't for that drippy string quartet of sadness underscoring each smiling scene.
Yeah desire drags me right out of myself like a gas soaked rope tied to a piece of coal.
And i'm getting pretty good at looking at the bright side
While the flames ripple on the sand and swallow me whole.
But this melancholy that i carry makes me feel so grown up at my kitchen table doing shots of resignation.
I never thought i'd see the day
When i would say i give up and break the stallions of my wildest expectations.
But i do not want to know you this way surrounded by so much pain
But how am i supposed to let go of you this way like a bird into the sky of my brain.