HOLLYWOOD HILLS RECORDS

HOLLYWOOD HILLS RECORDS

HOLLYWOOD HILLS RECORDS

After Greg Connor wrote this for me a while back, I kept listening to it every time I was feeling tired of winter, which at this time of year is several times a day. Somehow every time I listened to it, it reminded me of my dad. I know he would…

drunkanddruggedupdemostuff!!

i want very badly/to grip you and squeeze/overpower your bad feelings/overtake my own misgivings/ i wanna bury my face/ in that warm wet place/ between your thighs/ howl into that dark cavern/ may you crush my skull/ when you come/ tickled pink…

tonight was a lubricated marathon/ four hours long and three with my tongue/ but like a flock a seagulls i ran/ your singing so far away like dire straits/ now tell me please/ how do i get you off my face?

i need a bag of carrots/ gotta have a crunchy snack/ wanna get some celery/ think ill rob a produce market/ get some beets broccolli and lettuce leaf/ when it comes around throw potatoes in the donation baskets

lord orthodontist/ive surgically sinned/my weight in apples fed to donkeys/ a dot on the landscape/ precious and pinned/ x marks the cavity.....

pronouns blasted my buns/ high slitted nuns/ speaking only in pun/ white clicking tongues/ salivating on a sponge/build a house out of dung/ smile till your done....

here we gouge out the electric eyes of the world/ right here...here we adore blind sink faucets and blind paper towel dispensers/they need a helping hand