DOUGHTY, Mike
Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well
That Cuban girl
That brought me low
She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now
Her mouth was wide
And sweet as well
And now relentless hours of dreaming up her smell
And I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
Lonely
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
Oh all the days
That I have run
I sought to lose that cloud that's blacking out the sun
My train will come
Some one day soon
And when it comes I'll ride it bound from night to noon
Aimless days, uncool ways of decathecting
Painless phase, blacked out thoughts you be rejecting
Is Chicago, is Not Chicago
A man drives a plane
Into the Chrysler building
A man drives a plane
Into the Chrysler building
Saskatoon is in the room
Poulsbo is in the room
Bennetsville is in the room
Palmyra is in the room
Is Chicago
Is not Chicago
Is Chicago
Is not Chicago
A man cuts in half
Just like he snaps a pencil
A man cuts in half
Just like he snaps a pencil
Khartoum is in the room
Phnom Penh is in the room
Pyongyang is in the room
Cairo is in the room
Is Chicago
Is not Chicago
Is Chicago
Is not Chicago
A man drives a plane
Into the Chrysler building
A man drives a plane
Into the Chrysler building
Into the, into the, into the, into the
Lazybones
When all the limbs are numb and clean,
And you're in transit, dream to dream,
I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones.
When all the world has lain and sank,
And money sleeps inside the banks,
I'll drift there to meet you, layzbones.
Cameraman sways to remember how the eye dances,
Drunkenness is a hand-held
Scrambling down Delancey
I come stumbling;
Well I hear you had to take a shine
And firing at random, I hear the rays fell upon mine.
Cool you, Miss Amaze, with a handful of water
Trucks encircling, bearing down, coming louder.
If I could stay here, under your idle caress
And not exit to the world and phoniness and people.
When all the noise has left your head
Will someday you rise off the bed?
I'll be there to lift you, lazybones.