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Don Trubey
BED OF BAD DREAMS  •  BELLS ARE RINGING  •  BROKEN WINDOWS  •  BURN IN HEAVEN DIET OF WORMS  •  DRAWN BY YOU  •   JUNGLE BOOK  •  LECTURES  •  MONSTERS POIGNANT  •  POP DOORMAT  •  PUPPIES IN A SACK  •  WILD TIMES


BED OF BAD DREAMS

Sleep is work tonight.
Lie awake and try to remember
what it's like.
Sleep is work tonight.

I'm falling awake.
I keep falling awake.
I'm falling apart.
I'm falling apart right in front of you.

I don't think that I can help it.
There's no explanation for passion.
There's gonna be a big explosion.
There's gonna be a big explosion.

Pieces of a puzzle.
Pieces of a puzzle box all over the place.
I know I'm gonna lose out.
I know I'm gonna lose out.



BELLS ARE RINGING

The evening sky makes such a mess
when it bleeds all over me.
Down the hall, the doors are slamming.
I'll speak with the only lips I have.
I'll think about the only thing I can.
In my room, I'm waiting, waiting.

Am I gone yet? Am I, am I safe?
It's not going anywhere.
If it's funny,
then it's funny in the wrong way.
I wish that I was finally getting warm.
I wish that there was something
in my heart.
But in my head, the bells are ringing.

Silhouetted against dark hills, shadow
inside shadow, it's nearly perfect now.
The distance is more than
something we talk about.

Nervous little rituals whose unsteady
hands tie my shoelaces together.
It's all or nothing except for this place.
It would be beautiful to sleep or to wake.
Anything but this furious twisting.

Am I gone yet? am I, am I safe?
It's not going anywhere.
If it's funny,
then it's funny in the wrong way.
I wish that I was finally getting warm.
I wish that there was something
in my heart.
But in my head, the bells are ringing.

Say goodbye.
We're so close to it.
Useful information when you're in
the land of the lost.
Put on your dark coat and get on with it.



BROKEN WINDOWS

Why can't I remember anything?
Why can't I remember anything?
Why can't I remember anything?
Why can't I remember anything?

Broken windows.
Black glass eyeholes.
Broken windows. Broken sparrows.

Empty windows touching empty windows.
Empty windows and the sound of
breaking handholds.

Watch out. My hands are getting cut.
My eyes are a burning cigarette.
They won't let me forget.
They'll never forgive me.



BURN IN HEAVEN

I don't want to see anyone.
I am not feeling sociable.
We seem to disagree a lot.
How come you're so agreeable?
Maybe things will turn dangerous.
Maybe then I could measure.

It's easy to be generous
when there's so little pressure.
All my friends are bored.

I want to burn in heaven.
I want to burn forever.



DIET OF WORMS

Somewhere in the worms reside.
The worms inside. The worms inside.
The sacred secrets we confide.
The worms inside. The worms inside.

Talking on the telephone.
Thought I'd take a telegram.
Wrap it up in cellophane.
Send it to a seraphem.
Purchasing fine furnature
finished by fanaticals.
Searching through the Surinam
jungle on sabbatical.

Don't stick your arm out very far
or you'll go home in another car.
Don't stick your arm out very far
or you'll go home in another car.
The worms inside. The worms inside.
The worms inside. The worms inside.

Nobody love me. Everybody hates me.
Think I'll eat some worms.
Nobody love me. Everybody hates me.
Think I'll eat some worms.
The worms inside. The worms inside.
The worms inside. The worms inside.



DRAWN BY YOU

Drawn by you. Drawn by you.
Don't take the pencil from the page.
I've lost my age. I've lost my age.

Can I sit upon your floor again?
Ground floor again. I'm sure again.

Or could I sit inside your head
like something dead upon the beach?
There are oceans I can't reach.

I wish that I was mute,
then I could talk to you 'cause eyes
say more than words ever do.

Can I crawl inside your eyes?
What's it like like you inside?
Look inside. What's it like?

Listen to these words. They fall short.
A laugh escapes, and it tastes like salt.



JUNGLE BOOK

Pretty little mocking bird,
why not eat the secret word?
Clever little monkey friend,
why not bash your head right in?

Regimental diatribe,
eat the sacred scum and hide.
Headless little fascist friend,
why not stash the state right in?



LECTURES

Leave all exits open.
Carefully examine
all the possible options.
Choose the least of damage.

I try not to reveal a thing through
anything that I say, but sometimes
a word or two slips through,
and I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do anymore.

Leave all exits open.
Carefully examine
all the possible options.
Choose the least of damage.

I am getting so sick and tired
of leaving my heart on a table
to be eaten by strangers.
I don't know whether to help them
with the table setting or maybe
show them my indifference
to their multiple hungers.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I don't know what to do anymore.

Join in the celebration.
You will have a good time,
but I will stay in my room and turn
out all of the lights and go to sleep
'cause maybe I could have a good dream.



MONSTERS EAT MY HELL

Such a surprise. Nobody's going to die.
Now all party members know
who all party members are.
Important information
can never be kept quiet.
Someone tells a secret
to somebody with an ear.

Usually, nothing ever happens.
Occasionally, someone gets a medal.
Most of the time, everyone's unhappy.
Once in a while, everything is alright.

Monsters eat my hell.
This is what is left.
It's getting very crowded in here.
Buy me another gift.

Someone's not being completely truthful.
Take a look.
What's wrong with this picture?
Keeping quiet
was getting very easy.
Getting cut up
was keeping me in stitches.

Usually, nothing really happens.
Occasionally, someone gets a medal.
Most of the time, everyone's unhappy.
Once in a while, everything is alright.

Monsters eat my hell.
This is what is left.
It's getting very crowded in here.
Buy me another gift.



POIGNANT

Pointedly poignant,
his nameless assignment
was dispatched in a moment,
his only lone moment.

Mission abandoned.
Omission completed.
It works because
it sits on itself.


 

POP DOORMAT

A long slow drive in the afternoon.
The scenery becomes ugly.
I hope it ends real soon.
You close your window.
I knock on your door.
I get so tired of waiting.
What am I waiting for?

Two living things living side by side.
One casts a shadow.
The other dies.
Two beating hearts
beating side by side.
Too many things
got in the way tonight.

I don't know what to do.
I get so angry at myself,
then I'm angry with you.
How could it be?
How could so much love
cause so much misery?

What am I waiting for?

It was buried tonight.
Cause of death unknown.
The funeral parade led
straight to my home.
Wound up tight as a clock
when something came unstuck.
Everything was set to self-destruct.

I can't make up my mind how to react.
When I see you lying there,
I want to come back.
You should have written a play.
You could have won an award,
although your captive audience
just walked out the door.

I don't know what to do.
I get so angry at myself,
then I'm angry with you.
How could it be?
How could so much love
cause so much misery?

What am I waiting for?



PUPPIES IN A SACK

Puppies in a sack.
Daddy bring 'em back.
Puppies in a pool.
There's blood in my stool.

How many of these problems
do you have?
How many of these problems
do you have?
It was fun for a while.
It was fun for a while.
It was fun for a while.
But that was a while ago.

Madmen dressed like children
crawl through my dreams at night.
Madmen dressed like children
crawl through my dreams at night,
crawl through my dreams at night,
crawl through my dreams at night.

How many of these problems
do you have?
It was fun for a while.
It was fun for a while.
It was fun for a while.
But that was a while ago.

Dismantle that A-bomb please.
How come your smile
makes me so uneasy?
Get rid of that eight ball please.
How come your smile
makes me so uneasy?

How many of these problems
do you have?
It was fun for a while.
It was fun for a while.
It was fun for a while.
But that was a while ago.



WILD TIMES

Nobody trusts the Government seat.
Dogs run naked in the street.
Reagan thinks the revolution's dead.
Maybe next time, through his head.

These are wild times.
These are wild times.

We won't let your king be a king.
We won't back your fascist regime.

Criminals eat jelly beans with the boss.
Justice, like Jesus, hangs on a cross.

These are wild times.
These are wild times.

Clear my mind and cut my own skin.
Throw my magazines in the garbage bin.
Vacant eyes in a TV land.
Mannequin woman, plastic man.



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