Everything is fine The liquor and the wine Were intended to last us till springtime But check under the bed Or the cabinet by your head And I think you will like what you find there Or at least you’ll like it by the time we’re through…

I await a place in the north The tiny cottage saved by the fables They left the key right there by the door No worries if a new visitor comes There’s nothing here but books and a carpet Nobody knows that he died years ago My ears ring…

My ghost was hiding deep in the book stacks He get mistaken for hat racks Gets toppled onto the floor My ghost lives on the edge of the sidewalk It doesn’t matter how I talk It’s just the same as it was But you know how it goes It…

I hear the train a coming round the buffalo bend Near where they fought the civil war with some of my friends I feel like I could float away right over the hills No time for recollections or for telephone bills I need a few things while…

I woke up alone inside some room I’d never seen before I slipped out in cold and rain crossed Merrimon a bit deranged And I could see myself reflected in the convex mirror glass And I could see myself in astral planes above the mountain pass…

bless yr daughters & yr wives send yr sons to warmer climes M16 & a carton of Camel Lights we'll send him home for the holidays call em Charlie, call you Sam Minute Maid or Minute Man Agent Orange or Agent Don't-Give-a-Damn-just…