ART CLUB So much talent Under this roof So much talent Under one roof CHORUS: It’s amazing When one thinks of How much growth May sprout from this seed Devotees of vision, Mind, and inspiration Intellectualism The next Don Quixote So long, Picasso So long, the laymen This circle of comrades Can only get smaller CHORUS So very amazing It’s all so profound When the public Admires these works So much talent Under this roof But, even pineapples Are destined to rot CHORUS So much talent Under one roof Provided it’s not set Aflame in the night

CHE PECCATO Niente di speciale Qualcuno ha versato il mercurio in il mio tè Nel bar Parliamo molto nel bar La vecchia vedova ride Un angelo con un occhio Balla sul tavolo Lui guadagna i soldi E noi lo prendiamo Poi lo spariamo con arpioni Abbiamo avuto bisogno di soldi Parliamo sempre Sempre e spesso E sempre è spesso Non c’è oro qui per noi Qui i soldi è come la fornicazione Allora

ANOTHER WAR Do you want to see us start another war? Do you want to hear Them lie between their teeth? Fight the war on terrorism Fight a war for peace Fight the CIA-trained men who turned their guns on us Do you want to see things happen just as planned? Do you think global power is mere coincidence? Add another wiped out country to our list of conquests Take another quarter out of their fountain of dreams Do you want to be the one who has been told That in this Democracy the people’s voice won’t count? Thousands speaking up against the War Machine Thousands deemed unpatriotic ‘cause they chose dissent Do you want to be the one who’s monitored? Do you really want to watch out what you say? In a time of war is when you should be heard In a time of war, that’s when your freedom’s lost No one wants your fucking war! Do you want another flag for your backyard? Do you want the flag to silence what you say? Flag left on the surface of the moon by spacemen Flags left all across the globe by White House henchmen Here’s another bully trying to get what he wants Playing cops of the world so it looks like a just cause And the legislation… Well, Their camera’s on you No one wants your pre-planned war! Do you want to see how many times they say Carpet-bombing cities’ called a Fight for Freedom? There’s not much time left to lose against Iraq The oil won’t last forever We’ll be there with empty kegs And all the while the finger’s pointing to the East All the while weapons are stockpiled in the West All the while the gun is pointing to the East Making worldwide phone calls just to try and buy a vote Do you want to see us start another war? Do you want to see us start another war? Do you want to see us in another war? Do you want to be part of another war? Do you want to see us start another war? Do you want to see us start another war? Do you want to see us in another war? Do you want to see Bush start another war?

BUZZ Here comes the modern man! You’re waking up to find yourself In the same exact place In places where you’ve never been With people that you’ve never seen It’s fine if you’re not up to speed It’s all about commodity This world we own’s of cottage cheese Or so it seems The scheme of universal love Conspiracy! Conspiracy! It’s all about the words we say And throwing out the cultural glitch Saying it with dollar signs And matching up economies The decentralization scheme “I want a piece!” The beauty of life’s differences Converging towards a great, black hole Coppers, fuckers, Christians, bums… Even cats all look the same So what’s the use of language now? Here’s a random word for you: KNIFE! This night will never turn to day As long as we have lies to say A cactus with no prickly thorns A pirate with no wooden leg C.c.’s making lemonade The children with the needle play The litter box is filling up With arms and legs of other men Here comes the modern man! You’re waking up to find yourself In the same hospital bed The window’s closed The curtain drawn The book is out there on the lawn The nurse comes in with eyes like yours A smile like yours The switchblade drawn GASHGASHGASHGASH!!!

CINDER You are nothing A black pile of ashes Set from within You’re a human candle I stare at your feet and take in the lingering vapor There’s nothing in the room and nothing upstairs Matching denseness sprouts from the heap of your remains Taints the soil you walk and others who follow You feed the machine It acts as your lover Coquettishly it laughs It wants no other kind It feeds you matches under a watery sky I wish I could ignite everybody else like you Always nothing You stuff your face with deceit You eat off the plate in shadow of two-faced coins Feeding your clay figure So easily moldable You start to sense the sparks You quickly want to change sides Your hair starts burning right up from the roots Your crystal head is next I always saw through you An uneasiness begins in your knees As a smile emerges on our faces And you fall to the earth in a pulp I want to see you go down with a flame

PROGRESS ON A BLIP SCREEN Today I chipped my tooth The calcium never pays The fields of milk they lie They lie and stroke like silk I’m writing a letter To an answering machine that just hoards voices Each letter is a postcard A collage A documentation A scrapyard full of bones Full of chips and lips and hits Each addressed to no one (Apparently) Please return to sender There was another girl with a broken tooth I could’ve sworn her name was Nikki But, we both knew it wasn’t There were many of them with the same name The red and black hair Both alike, yet not A series of fits Of epileptic seizures from one’s imagination Or just a broken melody on a banjo And there was a structure But, their names were never Nikki Besides, those destined for Italy Have merely five seconds to live A long time, no? Tonight, the arms fell off my clock But, that’s all right Now we can no longer be crucified We have better things to do, anyway Than to go around trying to be martyrs A crutch and a medal Those things are for those with swimming pools And for those who hold their heads up high With cosmetic surgery and helium balloons I prefer the liquid crutch If I want hallucinations I want to enjoy them

TZAK TZAK “Meet me at the station,” was what she said before everything in her life came crashing down upon her. She was a victim of ideas. She was a monument to herself, which in itself was created by bricks and stones held together by nothing else than more ideas. “Quickly now…” You’d miss the train. Stumble through those streets of Europe. Pick up matches along the way. Points of interest lead to sparks. Another good idea along the way. Shake hands with the corpse. Another good idea. Yes: an irregular pulse. Head weighs a ton. The chocolate-brown coat with the feathery trimming flutters in the distance. She’s a speckle up ahead. She’s a spot on the horizon. Catch her with binoculars. We know that there are bandits. And time will sabotage the future. The dartboard hangs upon your back. A bull’s eye in the dark. A good shot in the back. My best friend holds the darts. My favorite enemy holds the cards. “Hurry up, you’ll miss the train.” Stepping over curbs. Sidestepping over selfish minutes. Whisking by the addicts with the blue horse in the tunnel. Skipping stones and skipping rhymes. Up ahead: a flagpole in the ground. Say your farewells quickly, and then run. Go go go go go… The chocolate-brown coat flutters in the distance. Time has sabotaged the future. My best friend holds the darts, and my favorite enemy holds the cards.

ART CLUB So much talent Under this roof So much talent Under one roof CHORUS: It’s amazing When one thinks of How much growth May sprout from this seed Devotees of vision, Mind, and inspiration Intellectualism The next Don Quixote So long, Picasso So long, the laymen This circle of comrades Can only get smaller CHORUS So very amazing It’s all so profound When the public Admires these works So much talent Under this roof But, even pineapples Are destined to rot CHORUS So much talent Under one roof Provided it’s not set Aflame in the night