AMY

If there was a way that I could find you,
After, oh, these many years,
The things that I would tell you,
Would bring us both to tears

If I could hold your hands in mine,
And express what's in my heart,
You'd be amazed by what's been hidden,
Illuminating what's been dark

These emotions still surprise me,
About a woman I briefly knew,
But those few hours we had together,
Made me confront the truth

That love's not measured in minutes,
Nor does it fade like burning coals,
It simply overtakes us,
And forever alters our souls


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JURISPRUDENCE

If I get caught stealing candy from a baby,
If I get caught beating an old man with his cane,
If I get caught stealing flowers from a graveyard,
I hope I get tried in the good ol' U.S.A.

And if all the evidence is stacked against me,
And if they can match my worthless DNA,
And if eyewitnesses say they saw me,
I hope I get tried in the good ol' U.S.A.

'Cause in the U.S.A., hey, facts they don't matter,
Lawyers will give any lie a whirl,
I don't have to worry about no conviction,
'Cause the U.S.A. has the dumbest juries in the world



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WISDOM

I thirsted for knowledge,
I longed to understand,
About the world around me,
Not leaving anything to chance

I packed all my belongings,
And headed for the hills,
To find the Monk of Knowledge,
And screw these self-help shills

I traveled days and nights,
Through rain and sleet and snow,
To the highest mountain,
As far as I could go

I reached the cavern entrance,
Then spied the prophet's lair,
He sat upon a toilet seat,
Stroking greasy, crusty hair

I knelt so low before him,
Exhausted from the trip,
I then worked up the courage,
And these words passed my lips:

"Oh great Font of Foresight,
I left my children and my wife,
So I could finally meet you,
And discover the meaning of my life!"

He looked at me so kindly,
And I'll not soon forget,
The wisdom he imparted,
On his garlic laded breath:

"Oswald shot the President,
Jimmy Hoffa's in concrete,
We didn't land on the moon,
And porn stars have dirty feet."


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PETE'S CONVERSATION W/HIS BEST FRIEND'S WIFE

You don't know how you make me feel,
Oh, how my senses reel,
And if we ever have the chance,
To embolden this romance,
That's the art of the deal

We'll keep this secret sealed...

MEMENTO MORI (Memo to Sinead O'Connor)

The magazines they savaged you,
They said you'd gotten old,
That somehow youth's eternal,
And none of this was foretold

No matter how hard we fight it,
And swim against the tide,
Nature's wishes drown us,
In the sands of time

So hold your head up proudly,
Fear not those facial lines,
The softening of the middle,
And a tush that's not so fine

They can hate us for these changes,
That are tantamount to crimes,
Vernal assholes miss the point:
They ain't far behind

MISSING

Walking slowly on these streets,
The moonlight casts a glow,
So many years have come and gone,
But I don't really want to know

And I wonder if these spirits,
That step silently with me,
Remember all those happy days,
When we were so carefree

The weight from these memories,
Puts me to the test,
The sadness overcoming me,
Won't leave my soul at rest

I want to keep on moving,
And find answers that are clear,
Of what happened to the love I lost,
And why she disappeared

To the cops she's just a cold file,
A picture frozen deep in time,
Maybe someday I will find her,
And solve the mystery of this crime

THE PROMISE

Here you are so sick again,
You don't look so well,
The skin sags around your skull,
And your bed sores really smell

I could try to help you,
Do as I've always done,
Tell you everything's o.k.,
And then dial 9-1-1

But somehow this time's different,
There's nothing in your eyes,
Except the pain of living,
That accompanies your cries

You whisper something in my ear,
And I hold your hand in mine,
I make a solemn promise,
No ambulance this time

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BONNIE BEDELIA

Bonnie Bedelia,
Heart like a wheel,
Can I ever tell ya,
How I really feel?

I'll never let you go...
Never let you go...