The Tourist

(a guitar song)

Stranger in a strange land
Stranger in a strange land
Stranger what the fuck
Are you doing
in a strange land

Stranger trying to blend in
Stranger pretends a different skin
Stranger tries
to not surprise
All the natives of the strange land

Stranger are you going mad
Stranger are you feeling sad
All the love
you left behind
To kiss and hug in a strange land

Stranger in a strange land
Was a son, brother, father in his own land
Now the stranger
Just another debit card
Swiping his way in a strange land


Tears of Superman

Superman cried when he realized he had
loved his adopted planet and parents
Zod died when he failed to realize
too much love makes you a fanatic
Krypton had it’s chance but still
the gift of a good death it ended up till

Superman cried when he realized
He was the last man of his kind
Sure he had Louis and that softens the blow
Still it would be nice for another Kryptonite to show
Earth is running out of chances
To escape the melting ice below

Kal El cant cry but Superman can
Clark Kent wont try but Superman will
Clark Kent is Superman’s critique
on the whole human race
Beyond Zod and above his hate
Lies the lane of love for them on his face


Anonymous People in Anonymous Bars

Ulysses walked into a Canadian bar
and sighed
These Canucks are tough,
but we sure tried

We waited and watched,
Thought and Fought
We emoted and pondered,
Pissed on and Wondered

People dem are people,
Dem all the same
Same old stories,
Same old games
Every country,
every world
Daily saga,
Story untold

Stories pile up
Tensions surface beneath
Waiting for the op
Wanting to be unsheathed

Ordinary people
sacrificing Working in anonymous bars
Listening pretending Waiting
To be anonymous dark stars

anonymous white woman in a bar

A woman from the first world is flashing her tits
As she serves me beer in a first class bar
Hoping I coax my third world stinginess hard enough
To tip her fair enough to help pay the bills

For the lifestyle that the omniscient western civilization elders
Have decreed balances her liberty with the greater good
All the while the invisible hand of commerce
Nudging and guided by closet conferences

Keep the people distracted
Keep them occupied by flashing
Or being flashed appropriately or then not
By mundane transient material things

Glory is bad and honor is dead
All leads to destructive war
Why think these thoughts when our bright
Scientists have come with the perfect final solution

To keep the sheep pacified and
Sucking their umblical pacifiers
Let them drink beer watch tv groan on sports
While we keep them well occupied

By low income women working
As servers in first class bars
Flashing second class tits
To third class morons like you and me

Coffee with Canucks

Pretty people in pretty cars

Pretty homes and pretty bars

Hug, a handshake, a smile,

My kingdom if someone talks for a while

Familiar places with unfamiliar faces

Darkly alienated with these white pale races

Someone somewhere above commands

Name thy wish boy explain thy demands

dont know I wont show

Where these feet will go

Will send you postcards if I reach there somehow

coffee with the canucks sipping slow