From “It’s a Picnic” (2006)

It’s a Picnic cover

Sunset Beat

I’m going back sane
I’m going back some time
On the backside of papers
Sleeping by an open door
Staying awake on the sunset beat
Who would have thought
That words could be so wrong
It makes sense that the dog died

Damn Dam

Oh dear Tubby
Can’t you go first
Good you stayed
Over falling rain
Good you stayed
From Paris on through Spain
Freshly from a jug of mud
This is not a brake
Stinking dirt
God I hate these oceans
Treesome road
Terrible to be alone
Stumbelin’ down to the
Tears of your morning eye
This is not our destination
Do you remember that spooky hotel
This is not our time
I am not your Damn Dam

Big Star Poetry

Love, love is what you grow
Change in between the mirrors of your soul
Chain, chain, eat the grain.
Peel off your skin all though it makes you cry
True and soft
The sleep will rise above the cost
Be me, what I see
A copy of the next star on the show
Bleed this artistic blood
Thank you for not involving God and and Gates
Drink and smoke and feel
The first thought is the real
Take my picture, disolve
and hang it on your wall
One for you all

Can’t Shake The Feeling

Can’t shake the feeling
That the morning is a fraud
Can’t shake the feeling
That the morning is a night

Monica

I got you’re ice cream
I got vanilla fudge
Just like everyday
I got your shake
Stay tuned Monica
Don’t forget my name
Run over Monica
Never turn yourself in
I got pineapple
And raspberry shake
Don’t worry Monica
The spoons are for free
Hang around Monica
Don’t forget you’re change
And remember Monica
I’m always here
Except for Saturday
Like my merchandise
I’m pretty cool
But you melt me like a fool
Like my merchandise
I’m pretty sweet
Never fake a good deed
I got you’re ice cream
I got vanilla fudge
Like any other day
I got your shake
Stay tuned Monica
Don’t forget my name
Run over Monica
When you hear the bell

While Waiting For The Headline

Waiting for the headline
Suck it through a garden hose
On you’re breakfast table
The Cheese is fine
Trouble in the attic
The ceiling is shivering
A boat mans trip
On a wet whales lip
They are gambling with a cloudier sky
And they are so tired of the moonlight
Shut the door
Need I ask for more
Trembling and fighting
Just that one quiet evening
A lack of wine
In a lack of time
They are wearing hats to hide what they got
Lights in they’re heads
Waiting for the pay check
When being spilled on the kitchen floor
See what you got
Nothing but a dry cloth
Dark no more
Needs a new colore
By the time they were going
It was all dark and beauty
Hold hand on through the night

Pillow

Suddenly it’s summer
and the moon is going wild again
But don?t get closer untill you know it’s alright
They’re not exactly pretty
Jack and Phil and Jane
But they make you feel like everything
I want, I want a pillow
Just let me sleep for a while
maybe just an hour
or wake me up tomorrow
Left me on the sofa
hanging up my pants
My wicked aunt calls in the middle of the night
Roll me up another
of your crazy flower
Big, bang, boogie booster, you gonna rock tonight
Suddenly it’s over
Everybody’s gone
All alone I can?t find my trousers
They’re not exactly stupid
Jack and Phil and Jane
But the make you wanna come back again

Computer Grace Interface

Trouble was waiting
For skinny Elija
When after a Bud
He was headin’ home
His hair was greasy
And his smile a bit cheesy
The radio was babbling
Travelling into space
Looking at the human race
A sample of little grace
Watch out Elija
This is your angel
Step on it Elija
Try to break the bugger
He woke up
With an headache
That was bigger than his boner
And something was attached
To his jaw
Farmer to alien base
Computer Interface
I’m missing a shoelace
Watch out Elija
This is your angel
Step on it Elija
This is your angel
Remembering nothing
This is your angel
He tried to speak but
This is your angel

…and is that it?

You gotta finish what’s last
Lost in the presence
Of a stone cold creature
That’s probably you

Can You Sing?

Call this gentle
Anything goes
Stay by the fire
Anything goes
Feel by the fire
Anything goes
Can you jump?
And can swim?
Can you sing?

El Mundo

Going to El Mundo
Left my foggy condo
Picnic in the dizzy semetary park
Goulish intermezzo
never been depressed, no
Never had a taste of your pie and ginger ale

Baby Beadle Boy

With the sun and the summer
comes the sound of the little baby beadle boy
Friends we are and the blue sky
awakes it from it’s muddy cradle
Come on now, girls from the water
and boys from the gutter
Smile and dance
and obey the laws
of this new darn day
Little Steven never hesitate
God knows he has long legs
Ride the horse of freedom
to the fields of polka
Bring your sword
and an extra pair of trousers
Jump the tracks and fake the facts
Empty your bottle
and grab me another
Bring’em ’round
girls from the water and
boys from the gutter
Smile and dance
and obey the laws
of this mew darn day
Little Steven never hesitate
God knows he has long arms
Check out my new pants
I’m running like a madman
Feel like ice now
I’ve got me a new pair of eyes

Zyprexa

Life is a sin and we’re going down
said my brother last seen at the coffee-shop
Took my car, and my clothes and my cigarettes
and all the tapes with my music on
Pain. We share the glow
Distance. We trace thw road
I hope he’s fine and that’s just about
the only thing that we care about
I ate your potatos and I ate your pie
and I borrowed your leather jacket,
refilled your zippo
I hope it’s alright
Save somebody
Love somebody
Call me when it?s through
One somebody
Twosome body
Do the things that you do
If it feels alright
Lust. This is the end
Fast lane. Right behind the next door is a fall

Spinky

Got make tea
Add a sugar cube
Pour in some hot milk
Food that we love
Left my cup with the Creator
Biscuit nam nam
Munch a bit of cheese
Pepper makes you sneeze
Bunny pot
Blame it on the snot
Eat it on the spot

When The Shit Hits The Fans

“Who knows”

Happy Skull

Dancing with the midnight choir
Burning like a funeral fire
Up and down the stairs of glue
Higher, higher, higher.
Who’s the kid behind this messy tune
I can’t disagree
The mob is just around the corn
“Jimi, take a piece of advice”
Who’s been digging a hole in the mole
The dead man arrives tonight
Doo doo beat, on a brand new sheet
I can’t disagree
Fun and happy skull

In Water Melon Sugar

Watched by an eagle
In lambswool I lie
Reducing my language
to a butterflies
Squashed by an beagle
Cozy little fellow
Between my temples are my temple
Snap my nipples and pack me softly
My lemonjuice is now cold
Snuggle my head in to your pillow
The candles are burning bright
In the water melon sugar night
The Tasmanian Devil
Is waiting by my car
The neighbours told me who you are
The Travelling Wilbourghs
They soothe my soul
You’re the essens of hugability
Snap my nipples and pack me softly
My lemonjuice is peachy
Snuggle my head in to the pillow
The candles are burning bright
In the water melon sugar night
‘that is tonight.

Uncle Bubbles

I am a thousand lamps
I clean all the camps
I’ll do the dishes
And I can be Mr. Lollipop
He is uncle Bubbles
I am aunt Marys trouble
Mattis wrote to me, said
You’ll have to see
Generations soul
Speechless dancers crying goal
And cigarettes
He is uncle Bubbles
I am aunt Marys trouble
He uncle Pynchen
I am digesting the dragon
He is mysterious Pynchen
I am digesting the dragon

Franz

(Instrumental)