PolarLava::Blog

Hold On

Hey, will you remember me?
We've been good friends since about `73
You'll make it big, better than me
We read about you in books and magazines
Just one thing on which you must agree
Our generation has no concept of reality
At least not without drugs and TV screens
You, "The Beaver" and me

Look at the cloud, the trees
Reflecting the years when life was easy
Not a care to be seen
What does the future hold for me?

Take it as it is, take it as it comes
It's more than just surviving
Answers will be told
To the questions that we hold
No one said it's easy to believe

So hold on to your dreams
Hold on to your friends
They will be with you
When you reach your wits end


6/1/1983

Earthquake

Curves of Motion
Bend the light
The skies are empty
Just a look of life

Dusted softly
With streams of white
The earth is falling
The fault, it gives
The movies are gone
And so are are your kids.


Spring 1983

If You Don't Get It Together

I know I told you before
And I've known that you wouldn't listen

So listen now friend…while you still can

If you don't get it together
I'm gonna bust your head!

And you don't know the feeling
That you're leaving behind
No you don't!
Just got to learn the way it is, no way out
You take the good with the bad
Even if it doesn't fit your your plans

'Cause
If you don't get it together
I'm gonna bust your head
Bust your head

And…
Only a fool plays out his hand
Before it's time to cash them in

Bu you don't know better
You throw them away
And it's all because you never read the rules
No you've pushed my too far and it's over…


4/29/1983

Midnight Scene (What can it be?)

Flash of light shines so bright
In the dark of night
On the way home you sight
This strange streak of white
What can it be?

What can it be?
This midnight scene
In the fog of a summer eve

Don't think I'm crazy
It's the same from my passenger's seat
Asked if I was what he'd seen —
I just had to agree

What can it be?
This midnight scene
Seems so strange to me

Just that plain streak of light
Shining bright
In this midnight scene
Don't ask me
Oh! What can it be?


4/25/1982

Brian's Theme

The chicken breeder and the sucking wound from New Jersey
Surrounded by sine waves
Severe brain decay
And no escape from a poor education

Flippin' chicken
Got him infected with this
Sucking wound (oooh, ah, oooh, ooh)
Ah! From New Jersey (Atlantic City baby!)

Eating all the garbage
Feeding the disease
What is the meaning
Of this superficial allergy

Anybody listening that can cure him of this misfortune
Should call —Toll Free!
And donate your time to help this poor man
Regain his sanity
"Drop Dead"

"Tickle his throat with a plastic spork, then seal him with Wisconsin cabbage."


4/25/1983