MATHILDE 

Mama, do you see what I see
On your knees and pray for me
Mathilde's come back to me
Charley, don't want another beer
Tonight I'm gonna drink my tears
Mathilde's come back to me
Go ask the maid if she heard what I said
Tell her to change the sheets on the bed
Mathilde's come back to me
Fellas, don't leave me tonight
Tonight I'm going back to fight
Wretched Mathilde's in sight

My heart, my heart, stop beating so
Just make as if you didn't know
That Mathilde's come back to me
My heart, I don't want you to say
She's lovelier than when she went away
Mathilde, whols come back to me
My heart, stop being overjoyed
Remember you were once destroyed
By Mathilde, who's come back to me
Fellas, please don't go away
Tell me that I mustn't stay
Mathilde's coming back today

My hands, you'll start to shake again
When you remember all the pain
Mathilde's come back to me
You'll want to beat her black and blue
But don't do it, I beg of you
Mathilde's come back to me
My hands, remember all the years
Remember when you caught my tears
Mathilde's come back to me
My hands, you'll want to touch her now
But please try and be strong somehow
Mathilde's here, she's coming now, now

Mama, can you hear me yell
Your baby boy's gone back to hell
Mathilde's come back to me
Charley, champagne right away
I know you've been saving it for the holiday
But Mathilde's come back to me
Go ask the maid if she heard what I said
Tell her to put the best sheets on the bed
Mathilde's come back to me
My friends, don't count on me no more
I've gone and crashed through heaven's door
My sweet Mathilde's here
Once more, once more

MONTAGUE TERRACE 

The little clock's stopped ticking now
We're swallowed in the stomached rue
The only sound to tear the night
Comes from the man upstairs

His bloated belching figure stomps
He may crash through the ceiling soon
The window sees trees cry from cold
And claw the moon

But we know don't we
And we'll dream won't we
Of Montague Terrace in blue

The girl across the hall makes love
Her thoughts lay cold like shattered stone
Her thighs are full of tales to tell
Of all the nights she's known

Your eyes ignite like cold blue fire
The scent of secrets everywhere
A fist filled with illusions
Clutches all our cares

But we know don't we
And we'll dream won't we
Of Montague Terrace in blue oh in blue

NEXT 

Naked as sin, an army towel
Covering my belly
Some of us blush, somehow
Knees turning to jelly
Next, next

I was still just a kid
There were a hundred like me
I followed a naked body
A naked body follwed me
next, next

I was still just a kid
When my innocence was lost
In a mobile army whorehouse
Gift from the army, free of cost
Next, next

Me, I really would have liked
A little touch of tenderness
Maybe a word, a smile
An hour of happiness
But, next, next

Oh, it wasn't so tragic
The high heavens did not fall
But how much of that time
I hated being there at all
Next, next Now I always will recall
The brothel truck, the flying flags
The queer lieutenant who slapped
Our asses as if we were fags
Next, ne xt

I swear on the wet head
Of my first case of gonorrhea
It is his ugly voice
That I forever hear
Next, next

That voice that stinks of whiskey
Of corpses and of mud
It is the voice of nations
It is the thick voice of blood
Next, next

And since the each woman
I have taken to bed
Seems to laugh in my arms
To whisper through my head
Next, next

All the naked and the dead
Should hold each other's hands
As they watch me scream at night
In a dream no one understands
Next, next

And when I am not screaming
In a voice grown dry and hollow
I stand on endless naked lines
Of the following and the followed
Next, next

One day I'll cut my legs off
Or burn myself alive
Anything, I'll do anything
To get out of line to survive
Never to be next
Never to be next.

NITE FLIGHTS 

There's no hold
The moving has come through
The danger brushing you
Turns its face into the heat
And runs the tunnels

It's so cold
The dark dug up by dogs
The stitches torn and broke
The raw meat fist you choke
Has hit the bloodlite

Glass traps open and close on nite flights
Broken necks
Feather weights press the walls
Be my love
We will be gods on nite flights
Only one promise
Only one way to fall

Glass traps open and close on nite flights
Broken necks
Feather weights press the walls
Be my love
We will be gods on nite flights
Only one promise
Only one way to fall

On the nite flights
On the nite flights
On the nite flights
Only one way to fall

On the nite flights
On the nite flights
On the nite flights
Only one way to fall

ON YOUR OWN AGAIN 

Wasn't it a good year
Wasn't filled with talking
It still moves through my heart
From time to time
City after city
Granite gray as morning
Heroes died in subways left behind
far behind like our love
You're on your own again
And you're your best again
That's what you tell yourself
I see it all the way as far as anyone can see
Except when it began I was so happy I didn't feel like me

ONLY MYSELF TO BLAME 

I've walked way past midnight
I've driven for days
I've tried to forget in so many ways

I've held other arms
But they don't feel the same
And I've only myself to blame

From city to city
I still see your face
It follows me 'round, all over the place

I shouldn't look back
But I do just the same
And I've only myself to blame

I knew it was love
But when you are young
You think love will come again and again

There's no greater fool
In the fool's hall of fame
And I've only myself to blame

I knew it was love
But when you are young
You think love will come again and again

There is no greater fool
In the fool's hall of fame
And I've only myself, only myself
Only myself to blame

PATRIOT 

see how
they run

i brought nylons from New York
some had butterflies some had specks
i brought nylons from New York
Hard flat butterflies some had specks

The good news you cannot refuse
The bad news is there is no news

Tonight he'll rise
he'll sell his arms
to anyone who asks about

As-in-the wind
As-in the rain
As-in-as in
As-in-without

oh the Luzerner Zeitung
the Luzerner Zeitung
never sold out
never sold out

Cripple fingers hit the muezzin yells
some had Columbine some had specks
Cripple fingers hit the rounds of shells
some had clinging vine some had specks

The good news you cannot refuse
The bad news is there is no news

Tonight he'll rise
he'll leave his arms
to anyone who asks about

As-in-the tracks
As-in the wrists
As-in-you been
As-in-without

oh the Luzerner Zeitung
the Luzerner Zeitung
never sold out
never sold out

See how it blows
a mile up the road
color of moon
it swirls and collects
unfolding and timbling
up this back road
swirling butterflies swirling flecks

PLASTIC PALACE PEOPLE 

Over the rooftop sails Billy
A string tied to his underwear
Through cobbled stone streets a child races
And shouts "Billy, come down from there"

"My mother's calling" his voice whimpers
A string clutched in his tiny hand
Not till I've seen the sky's not lit up
In tears, child try and understand
Don't pull the string, Don't bring me down
Don't make me land

Plastic palace people
Sing silent songs, they dream too long
Their memories just stare
Plastic palace Alice
She steals her cards tomorrow deals
With deafening despair

Hurry, you've got to get in line
Your nose might start to shine
And sweat it out and dance about
The whole eternal life

A harvest of stars surrounds Billy
The night clings to his happy eyes
A sleeping town square beneath a fountain
A child murmurs a weary sigh
My mother weeps, And weaves her hair
With worries please, Come down from there

Plastic palace people
Through fields of clay and granite grey
They play without a sound
Plastic palace Alice
Blows gaping holes to store her fears
Inside her lovers head

Listen, they're laughing in the halls
They rip your face with lies
To buzzing eyes you cry for help
Like gods they bark replies

Over the rooftops burns Billy
Balloon sadly the string descends
Searching its way down through blue submarine air
The polka dot underwear
To meet the trees, In morning square
Just hanging there, Just hanging there

RAWHIDE 

This Is How You Disappear
out Between Midnight,

called Up Under Valleys
of Torches And Stars.

foot, Knee, Shaggy Belly, Face
famous Hindlegs,

as One Of Their Own
you Graze With Them.

cro-Magnon Herders
will Stand In The Wind,
sweeping Tails Shining,
and Scaled To Begin,

shutting Down Here
shutting Down Here-

-To Where Necks
leave The Air
unpossesed

and Giant Heads Lock
constellations.

a Last Grain Of Dust
lands In The Darkness
on Tongues Laid Bare,

and Turning To Chalk.

shutting Down Here.

freezing In Red,
bent Over His Ice Skin,
the Insomniac Gnaws
in The On-Offs;

he Is Glazed
in The Hooves
all Round.

it Is Losing Its Shape.
losing Its Shape,
as The Heat
in Your Hands
carve The Muscle
away.

and He Grins
from A Break
in A Backflash.

delivers It Up
on A Break
in A Backflash.

motionless Brands
burn Into A Hipframe
as A Saviour
loads Sightlines
backlit By Fires,

on The Ridges
of The Highest
breeder

RHYMES OF GOODBYE 

I've come far from chains of metal and stone
From makeshift designs, And seeking a star
To grab for the truth, To keep myself warm
I turn and it's gone gone, You smile and it's born

The rhymes of our women's, A river that never ends
The Rhymes of Dimension, Surrounds us with fire and friends
And roaring through darkness
The Night children fly
I still hear them singing the rhymes of goodbye...
There's nothing within, but within says a voice
That's still my Empire, And I've got a choice

It's healers of death,It still got a fire
And I keep it burning, with hands of desire

The bells of our senses can cost us our pride
Can toll out the boundaries that level our lives
Can slash like the sunlight through shadows and cracks
Our nakedness calling, Our nakedness back
The rhyme of our passions, Find beaty in loving love
The rhyme of our madness, Burn cities and push'n'shoves
And roaring through darkness
I still hear them singing the rhymes of goodbye...