Sad Johnny

Sad Johnny's on the radio

only songs the raindrops know

a cup of coffee on the stove

reminds me of so long ago 

He's in and out like FM news

When I met the man I learned the blues

they say I'm in no place to lose

but my toughest armor left me bruised

He wouldn't even hold my hand

wore that guitar like a wedding band

wore his soles down to the bone

and danced with what was left of 'um

And when he turned his back to me

the rain came down so horribly

Sad Johnny sang of crying

and I changed the lock and key

The Feast Has Begun

 Mr. Blue Shoulder
Why do they call me these names?
Pale pink bulldozers, planets the size of the moon
In the end aren't we all just the same
When the worms eat away at our brains?

It's a fantastic feast tonight
The table stretches onward for miles
and all the chairs there are empty
but the butlers fill me up with their smiles
silver in my hands all pointed and shiny
reflecting whats left of the large and the tiny
and no doors for leaving and no place to run
ask no more questions, the feast has begun
the feast has begun

Old mother elder, why bring me into such pain
I taste bitter in earth but find sugar is sweet as the rain
My company sleeps at the sound of my voice
finish what you started, you don't have a choice
The candles and candies the table of one
One more bite of an apple and I will be done

Mr. Blue Shoulder
Why does my cup empty now?
Coals sit there smouldering, flames on the candles went out
In the end aren't we all the same
When the worms eat away at our brains?