Pixies--Nimrod's Son
My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head...
"You are the son of a mother ****er."
Cake--Shadow Stabbing
Adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words like a prize fighter.
The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell.
American Death Ray--Miss America (What Goes On)
Oh, between those Star-Spangled thighs
What goes on?
When you look in those eyes
What goes on?
She'll take your soul, and she'll exercise!
Eagles--Learn To Be Still
But the flock cries out for another.
They keep answering that bell.
One more starry-eyed Messiah
Meets a violent farewell.
Learn to be still.
Simon and Garfunkel--A Poem on the Underground Wall (Sorry, I gotta put the full song)
The last train is nearly due,
The Underground is closing soon.
And in the dark, deserted station,
Restless in anticipation,
A man waits in the shadows.
His restless eyes leap and scratch
At all that they can touch and catch.
Hidden deep within his pocket,
Safe within a silent socket,
He holds a colored crayon.
Now from the tunnel's stony womb
The carriage rides to meet the groom,
And opens wide and welcome doors,
But he hesitates, then withdraws
Deeper in the shadows.
And the train is gone suddenly,
On wheels clipping silently,
Like a gently tapping litany,
And he holds his crayon rosary
Tighter in his hand.
Now from his pocket quickly flashes,
The crayon on the wall he slashes
Deep upon the advertising
A single-worded poem comprised
Of four letters.
And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding,
The poem across the tracks rebounding.
Shadowed by the exit light,
His legs take their ascending flight
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.

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