May 8
2009
Careless
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They’ll adore a brand new car
People can be so careless
And what you own is what you are
People can be so careless
People change, can be so strange
People can feel so helpless
People know we all must go
People can be careless with love
People want things to call
People want things to call their own
People need a place to sleep
They need a place to call their home
People need air to breathe
They can breathe without knowing
But sometimes we forget some things
We have a hard time showing love
Apr 1
2009
Dinosaur Juice
posted by Hal5000 Leave a Comment
Fifty million years ago
This place must have been a bore
There weren’t combustion engines
Or a middle-eastern war.
Roaming the earth in search of food
Many years ago, giant reptiles walk the earth
And little do they know…
That they will be so important
To the future when it obtains
Fossil fuels like coal and oil
Made from their remains
Dinosaur Juice!
The T-rex and Pteranodon
I won’t forget to thank
Each time that I’m topping off
Another thirsty tank
And who would we be killing
If it weren’t for all that oil?
The headlines sure would suffer
Without blood on foreign soil!
Dinosaur Juice!
Apr 1
2009
Helpless On My Back
posted by Hal5000 Leave a Comment
Shades of blue and white and grey
A canvas under which I lay
An ebb and flow of indigo
Slowly waving a goodbye
as houses shrink beneath the sky
The distance grows as my heartbeat slows
And we’re all so small
beneath this atmosphere
I felt alive when you were hereIt’s a big blue sky
I’m helpless on my back
as clouds roll by
Pills and sleep if they’re combined
could help to keep you off my mind
Cuz I let you go to bloom and grow
I should have let you know, and never let go
I should have let you know, and never let go
Take my hand and look into my eyes
Tell me everything will be just fine
Hold me tight to try and stop the bleeding
Stay with me until my heart stops beating…
Apr 1
2009
Suburbia
posted by Hal5000 Leave a Comment
Over that hill on the other side of the tracks
is a maze where people go and never come back.
With clean cars and cookie cutter houses,
we search for meaning like laboratory mouses:
Suburbia!
Catch the zombie parade at nine and five.
I watch the TV just to feel alive.
Even Jesus lost the polls for the upper middle class;
our new religion is picture perfect grass:
Suburbia!
Bless this unsinkable city –
through all the years –
we built a lifestyle with our fears.
Fast food and traffic make me feel at home.
Parking lots are fields where the shopping carts roam.
Who needs sidewalks when everybody’s driving?
Is this really living or are we just surviving?
Streams of cars like waves
on the freeway gleam.
We’ve been living
someone else’s dream.
Apr 1
2009
A Dollar Sixty-Seven
posted by Hal5000 Leave a Comment
I’m driving in my car
and I’m never looking back.
I left my suitcase
because in this place
there’s no need to pack.
I’m driving till I hit the ocean,
or at least, run out of gas.
I’ve got a dollar sixty-seven,
I’m going to make it last.
The cars that pass me
could be ghosts for all I know:
Two head lights
and a hazy illumination
from a dashboard radio.
I wish that I could let you know
that I am going to be just fine.
One ring on your telephone at night
could be a reassuring sign.
I never noticed
how still the world can seem
But when you’re driving this fast
everything feels like a dream…
Apr 1
2009
Your Haircut Is So Profound
posted by Hal5000 Leave a Comment
You wanna be down with the scene?
Grab your makeup
You wanna be living the dream?
Just don’t wake up
Everybody hanging
‘round loves your haircut,
“It’s so profound!”
Oh popularity!
Make them happy playing their part:
you better show up.
You wonder why there is pain in your heart:
you’re scared to grow up.
What ever happened to all of those friends?
The people on which you can always depend?
What ever happened to “being true”?
Cuz that’s not you, that is not you.
All of the children,
the boys and the girls,
millions of people all over the world,
all of the papers and magazines,
television cameras, movie screens:
Everybody wants you!
America loves a winner!
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