Lazy Afternoon

It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zooming
And the tulip trees are blooming
And there's not another human in view
But us two

It's a lazy afternoon
And the farmer leaves his reaping
And the meadow cows are sleeping
And the speckled trout stop leaping upstream
As we dream

A far pink cloud hangs over the hill
Unfolding like a rose
If you hold my hand and sit real still
You can hear the grass as it grows

It's a hazy afternoon
And I know a place that's quiet
Except for daisies running riot
And there's no one passing by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me

-- John Latouche / Jerome Moross (1954)

Effigy

Where I stand, the winds have always blown
Dust to sand -- the way I've always gone

Where I've been, the dreams that I've been shown
To burn again, to leave it all alone

All these plans are left with all these bones
And all of this, I won't miss.  I didn't want it
I never changed, never could

I won't wait, won't see straight for another year on
Shout out in hate -- it's a police state, and I want a way out

I don't want an apology; I want an effigy

-- Kato / Roeser (Urge Overkill) 2011

missing person

Home to sweet home, it just occurred to me
To be on my own in search of bitter treats.
I get so removed, but you never notice it
Step in my shoes; you'll see that I don't fit.

I walk home the wrong way
Hoping I'll go astray.
I'd like to be a missing person.

-- Neil Finn (Split Enz) 1980

born into a light

for everything that's wrong, there is a worried man,
there is a reason why. and we just don't understand,
but well, you've gotta' keep the faith.

for everyone alone, i wish you faith and hope,
all the strength to cope, to be your own best friend,
have confidence, and keep the faith.

be patient -- the past is just a memory.
and heal your mind, you'll heal inside eventually.
we were born into a light

-- ryan adams (2008)

pineapple head

detected as flat
no longer is always flat out
got the number of the getaway car
didn't get very far

as lucid as hell, these images
moving so fast like a fever
so close to the bone
I don't feel too well

sleeping alone for pleasure
the pineapple head it spins and it spins
like a number I hold
don't remember if she was my friend
it was a long time ago

and if you choose to take that path
I will play you like a shark
and I'll clutch at your heart
I'll come flying like a spark to inflame you

-- Neil Finn (Crowded House) 1993