Whip-Smart

Chopsticks

I met him at a party and he
Told me how to drive him home.
He said he liked to do it backwards.
I said that's just fine with me.
That way we can fuck and watch TV.

It was four a.m. and the light was gray
Like it always is in paperbacks.
He asked if I liked playing jacks.
I told him that I was good to sixes,
But all hell broke loose after that.

I told him that I knew Julia Roberts
When I was twelve at summer camp.
We didn't say anything after that.
I dropped him off and I drove on home
Cause secretly, I'm timid.

Cinco De Mayo

Cinco de Mayo.
Blow out, denial.
It wasn't fun this time, letting you go.
What if I never, a bullet forever,
Held out my hand to you, we wouldn't have known
Beautiful flow

Absolute measure, I ain't no pleasure hound
Bus out of control, plowing the road.
Out on a bender, just Alice falling down
A deepening hole.

I'd never been to Rome until you smiled.
You're about as old and piled.
Used to pray for snow
Now I just wonder what spell I was under,
Thinking you thought of me as
Something to hold

I'd never been to Rome until you smiled.
You're about as old and piled.
Cinco de Mayo.
Burn-out, Ohio.
It wasn't me this time, letting you go

Supernova

I have looked all over the place,
But you have got my favorite face.
Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass
And your lips are sweet and slippery
Like a cherub's bare wet ass

Cause you're a human supernova,
A solar superman.
You're an angel with wings of fire,
A flying, giant friction blast.

You walk in clouds of glitter
And the sun reflects your eyes.
And every time the wind blows,
I can smell you in the sky.
Your kisses are as wicked as an F-16
And you fuck like a volcano
And you're everything to me

Cause you're a human supernova,
A solar superman
You're an angel with wings of fire,
A flying, giant friction blast
You're a giant, flying friction blast

Cause you're a human supernova,
A solar superman,
You're an angel with wings of fire,
A flying, giant friction blast

Dogs of L.A.

The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L.A.
I was a Star Trek crew member
With my Beatle boots and my Super-8
And I raced you to the top,
The camera gets a stuttered shot of
Me approaching the painted shrine

I kissed the Buddha and made him cry
I kissed the Buddha and made him cry,
Georgie, I'm your friend
And the shit brown reservoir
Is a testament to the dogs of L.A.
They hold the place like the Mafia and say,
Run me round again.

The sawed off tree-trunks stand among the living palms
You were beaming as I focused in and I panned along
And I raced you to the top
Kicking snakes up from dusty rocks
Young Abe Vigoda plays Frankenstein

I kissed the Buddha and made him cry
I kissed the Buddha and made him cry,
Georgie, I'm your friend
And the shit brown reservoir
Is a testament to the dogs of L.A., they
Hold the place like the Mafia and say,
Run me round again.

I wanna go again.
The shit brown reservoir
Is a testament to the dogs of L.A.
They hold the place like the Mafia and say,
Run me round again.

Support System

I don't need a support system
Lifting me into prop-position
What I need is a man of action, I need my attraction to you
Driving me down all those dangerous avenues
Lions and tigers tearing at their food.

I know the gossip
Flies around at breakfast
One of them rings in your hand
Where do you get the fuck off thinking
I was there at the party cause
All of my friends feed me evil reasons
Why you and I should not be friends
Let's think this whole thing through,
Tell me, just what the hell is a lover supposed to do?
I got the wrong reaction
A slap in the face from you.

This is such a stupid picture,
Wrap me in a steak why don't you
Throw it in the panther cage and
Maybe then I'll like you better (No Way)

I don't need a support system
Lifting me into prop-position
What they make is a separation of beauty from attitude
What satisfaction is left when all you do tells everyone
You're acting untrue

This is such a stupid picture,
Light a cigarette why don't you
Stub it in a carburator,
Maybe then you'll sell me something
(No Way)

I don't need a support system
Put your hand on my heart and listen
What I need is a dedication to last me all the way through
Pointing the finger, I'm counting on loving you
Over and above the passion
I'm connected to you.

Whip-Smart

I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green and
Whip-smart as the English Channel's wide.
And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money in his mattress
And his watch on any hand between his thighs.

And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower 'til I write my whole life story
On the back of his big brown eyes.
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing

I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is cheap and
Games are just another way of life.
And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes because for
Every truth, there are half a million lies.

And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower
'Til he learns to let his hair down far enough to climb outside.
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing

When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing

X-Ray Man

As far as I know, baby,
You can see
As far as I go, funky baby,
Digging deep inside of me

As far as I know, sister,
I'm alright
As far as I know, funky lady,
I'm coming home tonight
(You can see, through the smoke)

You're an X-ray man
You got X-ray eyes
This is no reflection on you which is what I see inside of me
(Why don't you put on your two-way sombrero and leave)

You're an X-ray man
You got white wall tires
Iodine tan
Cheap unpleasant desires

You're an X-ray man
Got an X-rated mind
You're not satisfied looking at me, you're always
Checking out the girl behind
You're an X-ray man
You got secret plans
For me

Jealousy

He's got a million dollar car
He's got a thirty-seven year old guitar
He's got a family who deals heroin,
You're on the edge of your chair and
You feel it
He's looking at you
He's laughing at you
It's happening.

I can't, I can't believe it.
But it's here on the pages I'm reading
It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy, jealousy

I know it's just a drawer of photographs
They're ex-girlfriends, I try to remember that
I don't wanna look, but I'm already hooked on jealousy, jealousy

I can't believe you had a life before me
I can't believe they let you run around free
Just putting your body wherever it seemed like a good idea
What a good idea

Standing
On the corner
Watching
The ladies
Pass by
Imagine me behind your eyes
And then what did I see?
I saw hips, I saw thighs
I saw secret positions that we never try
I saw jealousy
I saw jealousy
I can't, I can't believe it
But it's here in this place and I see it
It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy, jealousy

Standing
On mud flats
Watching
The salmon
Fly
Wonder if I'll ever bury the hatchet inside.
Imagine me behind your eyes
And then what did I see?
I saw hips, I saw thighs
I saw secret positions that we never try
I saw jealousy
I saw jealousy

I can't believe you had a life before me
I can't believe they let you run around free
Just putting your body wherever it seemed like a good idea
What a good idea

Shane

I know that it was the night
The war broke out because
You and I were driving around

You were doing a story
About if people understood
What had happened to their world
Tonight
In bed
Sleeping
The world tonight
In bed
Asleep

You said that you were in touch
With the draft resisters
In case the big boys called you up

You're gonna have to let 'em
Dick you around
But don't let 'em make
You do
What you can't live with
Tonight
In bed
With me
Sleeping
You looked like you were just a little kid
Shane, I said, you've got to watch your ass

You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart
You've gotta have fear in your heart

Crater Lake

Once you've left a lonely rage on its own, it grows.
And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn't smoke until it blows

And oh, all the tears
In four tiny years
Well look at me, I'm frightening my friends
You better roll me

I bought a map of the moon.
There's a crater with my name on it and a really good view
There I was, getting drunk in your room
Because I wanted to throw my weight around

And oh, all the tears
In four tiny years
Well look at me, I'm frightening my friends
You better roll me home
You better roll me home
You better roll me home

Nashville

They don't know
What they like so much about it
They just go
For any shiny old bauble
And nobody sparkles like you

But I can't imagine it in better terms
Than naked, half awake, about to shave and go to work
And I'm starting to think it could happen to me like it did to you
And I'm starting to actually feel it seep through the
Slick divide now
I don't crack the door too far for anyone who's pushing too hard on me

They don't know
What they like so much about it
Maybe it goes on the other side of the hallway,
The writing's so small from here

But I can't imagine it in better terms
Than naked, half awake, about to shave and go to work
I won't decorate my love
I won't decorate my love
I won't decorate my love
I won't decorate my love
I won't decorate my love
I won't decorate my love
I won't decorate my love
I won't decorate my love
I won't decorate my love
I won't decorate my love

Alice Springs

See the sun rise
So loud,
This whole town
Gets drowned out.
Sky writing with the sweep of a flashlight
I'm driving over that way
Some pot of gold, it's just a carpeting store on opening day

See the moon rise
So slow,
And shallow,
It burns halos in my eyes.
It's harder to swallow,
It's harder to breathe,
So many opals, nobody here knows what to believe.
They've got me underground

Go West

Safe on
The interstate
New York
Is three thousand miles away
And I'm not looking forward to following through
But it's better than always running back into you
I've closed my eyes and my bank account
And gone west, young man

Take off
The parking brake
Go coasting
Into a different state
And I'm not looking forward to missing you
But I must have something better to do
I've got to tear my life apart
And go west, young man

And it feels like I've got something to prove,
But in some ways it's just something to do
My friend's turn me around and say
You go west, young man

Stepping
Down off my platform shoes
Sixty-
Nine in the afternoon
And I'm waiting for someone in the know
Like Pirnir tells me on the radio
Says take it from someone who's been there before
You go west, young man

And I'm looking for somebody to do
My thinking for me 'till I come through
The state-line highway sign says
You have gone west, young man
And it feels like I've got something to prove
But in some ways it's just something to do
The state-line highway sign says
You have gone west, young man

May Queen

Don't be fooled by him he's fine.
Rock and roll Ken doll,
He's a national end-all,
He's an off and on friend of mine

Where have I been?
Got any what?
Who have I seen?
I spy a May queen.
You were miles above me,
Girls in your arms.
The changing of her majesty's guard is truly amazing.

Got any what?
Disease, hashish, a mind,
Do I have any what?

Where have I been?
Got any what?
Who have I seen?
I spy a May queen.
You were miles above me,
Girls in your arms
You could have planted a farm
With all of them hay-seeds

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