There is a part of me…

I keep under lock and key.

In high tower, buried under guard.

Nasty

Vile

Angry

Savage

Dangerous

And that’s just the guards…

He is bigger now and probably more dangerous. I have told him he is loved and maybe even lovable.

Even the guards have gotten old and soft. Everyone just wants to go home…

He said he’s found forgiveness and against my better judgment I have relented to the softer way.

Please don’t say I never warned you.

Painting by Eric Fischl

Dennis Mantin

I read the read the news today, oh boy.

4000 holes in Blackburn Lancashire.

And though the holes were rather small.

They had to count them all.

Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.

I’d love to turn you on.

Here come old flat top. He come grooving up slowly. He got joo joo eyeball. He one holy roller. He got hair down to his knee. Got to be a Joker, he just do as he please.

He wear no shoeshine. He got toe jam football. He got monkey finger. He shoot Coca-Cola. He say I know you, you know me. One thing I can tell you is you got to be free.

Come together right now over me.

I took her home to my place. Watching every move on her face.

She said, ‘What’s your game baby? Are you trying to put me in shame?’

I said, “Slow, don’t go so fast. Don’t you think that love can last?”

She said, ‘Love? Lord above! Now you’re trying to trick me with love. ‘

All right now. Baby it’s all right now.

I woke up in the morning, and had a dream about a frog.

He said, “I think we should try to pray.” Before he faded to the fog.

Henry’s sick and my girl’s asleep and the world keeps spinning around.

I prayed for this, cause I can’t weep, even when I’m feeling down.

I’m driving on the Lakeshore. The view is better in the day.

Going slower, I see more, than the grind of that highway.

The sun is slowly sinking. Everybody made it through.

There never was a worry, but that’s just what I do.

I

I hear all these rumors about you. Trash lines up at my door just to bring me the news.

All it does is kind of make me wonder, why people so eager to be so cruel.

You say that the parties over. But like a drunken fool, I never know when to leave. It’s just that in the eyes of this beholder. You mean everything to me.

Cause when I look into your eyes. Our love shines… like a diamond mine.

I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

She’s filing her nails while they’re dragging the lake.

The Detectives come to check if you belong to the parents. Who are ready to accept the worst about their daughter’s disappearance.

Though it nearly took a miracle to get you too stay. It only took my little finger just to blow you away.

Just like watching the Detectives.

Don’t get cute.

Just like watching the Detectives.

She is watching the Detectives.

I get so angry when the teardrops start.

He can’t be wounded cause he’s got no heart

There are flowers on the table.

There is water in the vase.

There’s a story in this fable.

We keep hidden in a maze.

I only miss what could have been.

I don’t think about what was.

What I have in here and now.

No excuses, no because.

You don’t believe I’ve moved on.

I don’t believe I care.

There’s a memory now of me and you.

And you were far from fair.

Now the moon is almost hidden.

The stars are beginning to hide.

The fortune telling lady.

Has even taken all her things inside.

All except for Cain and Abel.

And the Hunchback of NOTE Dame.

Everyone is making love.

Or else expecting rain.

And the good Samaritan he’s dressing.

He’s getting ready for the show.

He’s going to the carnival tonight.

On Desolation Row.

Now the roving gambler he was very bored. He tried to create the next world war. He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor. He said, “I’ve never engaged in this kind of thing before…

But yes I think it can be very easily done. We’ll just put some bleachers out in the sun. And have it out on Highway 61.”