Mr. Melody

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LYRICS

My lyrics do not always reflect my current beliefs.

MR. MELODY

Hello Mr. Melody

It's been a while, nice to see ya

I'm not used to you no more

invite my soul inside your door

Well oh, Mr. Melody,

I feel so empty, let lovers rent me

Been no rhymes since I spent time in

Psilocybin ecstasy

"All you gotta do is know

Tea kettles aren't for show, drink up

When you find a place to go

Go there and don't come home, come home"

What can you tell me, Mr. Melody?

Tell oh, Mr. Melody,

If this blissless night is your delight and

If I can I'll be your man,

If you make my mind my own again

"All you gotta do is know

Couch cushions aren't for show, sit down

Think back to cradles and toys

Return and bring your voice, your voice"

Hello Mr. Melody

I'll tell ya somethin', changes are comin'

Softly spoken sunshine awoke in

the fading of night's jealousy

"All you gotta do is know

Whiskey shots aren't for show, drink up

Gone aren't the days of love

Song lights the stars above, above"

Melody now I can't see you

Please don't leave I really need you

Leave me and my life will be a lie

RIFF RAFF

(What's all this riff raff? I can't understand, I can't hear it? What's all this riff raff? I want to hear the riff raff, but I can't hear it. I want to hear the riff raff, but I'm too busy in my head. Oh, what's all this riff raff?)

Doc Watson went walking with his mommy

Saw Joaquin Phoenix eating gummies (Sweet)

His dealer he taps on the peeled seal wrap

Candy man, candy man (Sweet)

Santa Clause paused for a moment (Ho ho ho)

And Fanta Corp lost to four opponents (Sweet)

Out of town your frown has gone

Calm the beast, all the best

What's all this riff raff

Hard tack, heart attack

Words circling my mind confused

What's all this riff raff

Clothes rack, Pope shack

Words circling my mind confused

Felonious Phil got billed a dollar forty (Debtor fugitive)

Americans are screamin "oh we love thee" (With his mommy?)

The journal burning its words in mind

You're a fool, you're a fool (Who me? I see)

Chicken noodle soup is best to practice (What?)

While sparring pigeons on a leaden mattress (Go to sleep)

Welcome to Hell Isabel Isthmay (Ahh!)

Down you go, down you go (Oh no)

What's all this riff raff

Hard tack, heart attack

Words circling my mind confused

What's all this riff raff

Clothes rack, Pope shack

Words circling my mind confused

What's all this riff raff? (By the count of ten, everybody exit the barracks. Line up in orderly formation)

What's all this riff raff? (I want to hear the riff raff)

What's all this riff raff?

Left, left, left, right left,

Left, left

(Sweet) (Ho ho ho) (Debtor Fugitive) (With his mommy?) (Who me? I see) (What?) (Go to sleep) (Ahh!) (Oh no)

THE BALLAD OF ABNER HAMMOND

Three centuries ago

I was born in Rebel times

Shot a couple redcoats in Raleigh

Though it was still considered a crime

And I died in a creek in high tide

Thought I'd be with Jesus by now

But they won't let me free my slaves

From three century old graves

Secretary of State

Went away to seashore

And while on health holiday

Mr. Troup changed my locks

And I tried to get back in through lawsuits

That I'd win with acumen and wit

And with the help of of my house slaves

Who I need to free today

Had a big plantation

Miles from the Capital

Milledgeville near the floral greenway

Is where I would like to stay

And my horse fled from the shore of my corpse

And into the arms of my wife who cried

But she still kept all my slaves

Then buried them in a mass grave

And I try to reach through to the other side

And beg them with belated cries of sin

But they won't let me free my slaves

From three hundred year old graves

BACK DOOR BLUES

Was two AM when inspiration struck

Was sittin' down, feelin' down on my luck

My dirty socks they were strewn on the floor

The secret police at my back door

I waited patiently for my angel girl

I wanna make her mine, make her my world

I had a few more hours to go

Started wonderin' if she'd even show

Feel like I wanna stay

Sir, I do things the proper way

I keep a job to pay my rent

I even burned all my Hannah Arendt

I'm not usually this long and lean

It's just 'cuz I can't afford no groceries

I guess I'll just have to wait and see

May get better under Prez Epstein

In the rental I feel so alone

Just wanna make this house a home

Spare a prayer or a little hash

I'm sick and tired of smokin' cash

You may say my brain is fried

It's just because it's so hot outside

No, don't worry 'bout tornado blues

Your nervous system is lyin' to you

Gazan children dyin' on my screen

It's no big deal they want me to believe

Time goes on, but it stays the same

See Anne Frank rollin' in her grave

Inside the house is where free speech applies

And only if you have strict party ties

So I know if I keep runnin' my tongue

May get evicted by resident Trump

A little love would really scratch that itch

Sew up my heart with a needle and stitch

A million things that woman would fix

But do I want a ball and chain in the mix?

ART OF THE DEAL

Hello baby, it's been a while

Ten years gone by since you jacked my style

And drained my life, yeah, you bled me dry

And stopped my heart

Well now it's my turn

Time we put tyrants in an urn

You get paid what you earn

Watch and learn

Listen to me, dear, sit down

Lift your chin up baby, hear this sound

Or plug your ears, make sure no one's around

Cuz you can't hide now

Your orange face don't need more wrinkles

Watch your pockets, not the people

You trick honest working people

Honest, hard working people

Honest working people

Why did he say those things about me

Things that aren't true, things they didn't do

He said they robbed us at gunpoint on fiveth Avenue

All of these things, things that aren't true

You know crossroads steeped with evil

Go to church and steal the steeple

Why don't you stop the steal

From the honest working people

Ivory tower, men in power

Try to tell you when to take your shower

You pointed at them and called their bluff

Twas a nice start

But you're one of them

Kings of the cardinal sin

You tricked honest working people

Honest, hard working people

Honest working people

Why did he say those things about me

Things that aren't true, things we didn't do

We oughta hold you at gunpoint for the things that you do

All of these things, things that aren't true

It's a hit and run

Come on, it's so much fun

Why don't you pay for my meal

That's the art of the deal

MALIBU

The sky reddening over the shores of Malibu

Sand castles crumbling in their kingdom of dunes

I was thinking I would fly to the end

Of the cosmic wind and back again

I'm at the end of the edge of the world

The view is lonely the sunlight curls

Around the girl who would see me through

The tunnel of odd things and endless youth

I'm not the type of guy who you'd expect

To find on the rooftop of regret

I know those rainswept panes are merely signs

Of a tortured soul and damaged mind

Oh Jesus are you really there?

Ob Buddha should I even care?

Oh Lao Tzu I don't even know

If the Tao is the way to go or if you're broke

I don't care what you think about me

I am merely a specter baby

I will arise and disappear in the wind

Of a cosmic sort then come back again

On the end of the elephant's trunk there's a clue

The end of the trunk is the end of you

That's where your life begins and time ends

On the gray mammalian snout

And tusk of man

Live Lab Rat

It's been many years since I've had a bite to eat

A cuban cigar and dress shoes on my feet

For in the sewers the swingers steal me

Robbers rob me and we all go hungry

I'm a live lab rat

Lifted my head off my stained steel bed

Scurried out the laboratory, the mousetrap fled

Walked into the home of a small family

Nearly got myself caught in their feline's teeth

I'm a live lab rat

Teetered on the bedpost where the children snored

Balancing on an old wooden headboard

Spotted a half-drunk cup-a-joe

Where little billy left his latte to cool

Slid down the bed pole and dove right in

But once I had, I couldn't get out again

I'm a live lab rat

I went to class the very next day

At ol' Junior Rodent University

Noticed an assignment I had was due

Way too soon for me to see it through

Called up my good bud RatGPT

Asked him how to hack the U.S. Treasury

He told me, "That's a job for grok you partisan hack"

Sir I just protest I'm a live lab rat

I'm a live lab rat

I know you like to hear these lungs a sing

But for them to contain such a beautiful ring

They need some assistance from Mary Jane

For a nice calm night so I can do my thing

I'm a live lab rat

Well the politicians trick me and the banks all own me

And lately these days I've been feelin' lonely

So I hop on top of my new Iphoney

And see an A.I. video of Luigi Mangione

I'm a live lab rat

Send for gin or whiske-hey-hey

I said once I had left the nursery

And once I had gone all alcoholic

I died of old age in a change of script

You'd think A.A. would discriminate

Against long tails and scurry gait

But they only want all the world to succeed

And rise above lust for power and greed

But I gotta tell ya fellas my belly feels full

And either I'm pregnant or you're a fool

I'm a live lab rat

Well I'm gonna go swallow this guitar and pick

Play her a little song from Pandemonium Pitch

And now you're swimming all a-up in it

Cruising back home on a crucifix

And if you ever wanna know where I'm at

Just play a little song called Live Lab Rat

I'm a live lab rat

It's been many years

Since I've had a bite to eat

A cuban cigar

And dress shoes on my feet

For in the sewers the swingers steal me

Robbers rob me and we all go hungry

I'm a live lab rat

NO EYES

Two pigs approach

Snatch your throat

To set the tone

Time after time

You say you're mine

And then you're gone

Where on Earth do you go?

Girl with no eyes

Said surprise

And found a home

Girl with no sight

So uptight

POTHEAD

I see you got your belongings

And some anonymous friend

You must have heard my knocking

Rocking chair in the wind

Leave it to paradise

To blow away my prize

I only ask that you hurry

Leave the pothead babe

All the people who know me

Seems they can't smell my breath

Either that or I'm lucky

To have an irregular head

Because if the truth is told

My teeth smell stale and old

And they'd disregard me

As a pothead yeah

My motor is chugging

But my lawn still grows

You can't spend time thinking

About everybody who goes

'Cuz every second spent on the past

Is a moment better spent smokin' grass

You should take it from me

I'm a pothead

See the shaman in his teepee

He's a pot bellied pig

Watch him smoke his drainpipe

In a celestial sieve

And when relieved and script rehearsed

Sticks in his mind to quench his thirst

Gaia's only an answer

To the pothead

Pothead smokin' and tokin' all day

Hoping for a better way

Tryna find some better pay

Light another cigarette

Day dream hold a double pair of queens

In the pocket of your ripped work jeans

Try to find out what it means

While you smoke your cigarette

And lightning strikes his ground

But he don't hear a sound now

Do you pothead?

Cut Tax you don't need money relax

Those are merely contingent facts

Light another cigarette

On your rental balcony

And lightning strikes his ground

But he don't hear a sound now

Do you pothead?

I'm gonna go to the place I belong

I'm gonna go where the raindrops don't fall

Raindrops don't fall in green-smoke stained walls

MUSIC MAKER

He was a music maker just like I was

Lost to time like the sand in the tide

I was a stone without assurance to ground me

He took me in like the wind does the sky

She was the finest flower I had ever known

Took a seed of joy and planted her alone

But I wish I was there for her when she had grown

She took me in like the ground does the rain

Here he comes brave face on

Here he comes the Angel of Death

Ahead he marches ahead

Approaches the beds of all who have come

And won a place in the sun

A place for the sun to rest his head

(Morning evening and night too

All your praying wont save you

Prepare to rest

He's the angel of death)

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