I'm not gonna worry
about it now
but I just did
that one little thing
it makes sense to worry
you can say I discriminate
but between Tecate and Hamm's
Fuck Yeah
your surf board is busted now
in pieces
you ran over it
on your way out of here
the radio was on when you
started the car
NPR even that didn't
stop you
you thought you thought
oh yeah you did a lot of thinking
but did you try living?
huh? even just a little?
it happened anyway didn't it?
signed
L. Cohen
the frumious bandersnatch or whose part is this? The Tecate Wars 2007-2031 V. 1(non-explicated)
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Double americana
is cold now but
I'll drink it
it's not tecate
but what is
I'm fending off
the sunlight
brokering a deal
with the power of
The Sun
really at a loss
without my tecate suit
I'll wear it to special events
they'll find me under a table
hopefully with some long
legged brunette
mostly like in a puddle of tecate
trying poorly to quote
The Bard
and dreaming about the ability
to fly
Ah for that one moment
I'm fucked
is cold now but
I'll drink it
it's not tecate
but what is
I'm fending off
the sunlight
brokering a deal
with the power of
The Sun
really at a loss
without my tecate suit
I'll wear it to special events
they'll find me under a table
hopefully with some long
legged brunette
mostly like in a puddle of tecate
trying poorly to quote
The Bard
and dreaming about the ability
to fly
Ah for that one moment
I'm fucked
the tecate papers
he read them from cover to cover
after he had a stroke
he learned about the state of the man who was bit by a dog
a policeman bit by a police dog
who wouldn't let go
so he shot it
oops
oops where was I
oh yeah
the Tecate papers
someone always steals the sports section.
I think it's my neighbor
that one armed bastard
his mother was the son of a whore
oops
he got lost in Palermo, Italy on
a business trip
they found him twenty years later
drinking sterno under a bridge in Yonkers
I just like saying Yonkers
THAT'S ALL THIS WAS ABOUT.
As if it was that easy
the article said
he read them from cover to cover
after he had a stroke
he learned about the state of the man who was bit by a dog
a policeman bit by a police dog
who wouldn't let go
so he shot it
oops
oops where was I
oh yeah
the Tecate papers
someone always steals the sports section.
I think it's my neighbor
that one armed bastard
his mother was the son of a whore
oops
he got lost in Palermo, Italy on
a business trip
they found him twenty years later
drinking sterno under a bridge in Yonkers
I just like saying Yonkers
THAT'S ALL THIS WAS ABOUT.
As if it was that easy
the article said
there was a poem\
with a talking rabbit\
there was ice cream\
down a dirty hole\
there was a rapstar\
frozen in amber\
there was lady luck\
in Neenah, Wisconsin\
manhole covers and paper products\
beaver fur and hare hats\
Milwaukee's finest\
and a stubbed out cigar\
I'm going back to Mexico now\
that the killings have started\
maybe they'll kill some tourists\
or the Pope\
I haven't eaten\
in three days\
I'm starving on tecate\
and limes\
and cocaine\
isn't happy with me\
i've forsaken her\
for sleep\
breakfast consists of dreaming\
lunch is made of thoughts\
dinner was a disaster\
ah fudge\
Ovid was alright\
sent from Rome\
to some rocky isle\
to stay\
awhile\
the casualties pages\
were bound with\
neck tatoos\
the doorway to loserdom\
imprisoned voices\
locked and lonely\
sad and crying\
boo hoo\
is this fun\
definitely not\
but I have\
nothing better to do\
with a talking rabbit\
there was ice cream\
down a dirty hole\
there was a rapstar\
frozen in amber\
there was lady luck\
in Neenah, Wisconsin\
manhole covers and paper products\
beaver fur and hare hats\
Milwaukee's finest\
and a stubbed out cigar\
I'm going back to Mexico now\
that the killings have started\
maybe they'll kill some tourists\
or the Pope\
I haven't eaten\
in three days\
I'm starving on tecate\
and limes\
and cocaine\
isn't happy with me\
i've forsaken her\
for sleep\
breakfast consists of dreaming\
lunch is made of thoughts\
dinner was a disaster\
ah fudge\
Ovid was alright\
sent from Rome\
to some rocky isle\
to stay\
awhile\
the casualties pages\
were bound with\
neck tatoos\
the doorway to loserdom\
imprisoned voices\
locked and lonely\
sad and crying\
boo hoo\
is this fun\
definitely not\
but I have\
nothing better to do\
Communitecate
ah refreshing
cold liquid
TECATE!IN A CAN.
I'M NOT TALKING
I'm typing"
she said loudly
and showed more leg.
cold liquid
TECATE!IN A CAN.
I'M NOT TALKING
I'm typing"
she said loudly
and showed more leg.
down the boogey funk a teria
into the whispering background photo
I thought I saw a rabbit bound
from an abandoned trailer
I played a scratchy record
Lady Gaga
Disco Heaven
there were still two hands
until sundown
someone told me there were three types of columns
Doric Ionian and Corinthian
he lived in Bath, England until they
ran him out and he had
to go to the States.
He went to Texas of all places
I put on another record
this one had never been played
Cream Disraeli Gears
into the whispering background photo
I thought I saw a rabbit bound
from an abandoned trailer
I played a scratchy record
Lady Gaga
Disco Heaven
there were still two hands
until sundown
someone told me there were three types of columns
Doric Ionian and Corinthian
he lived in Bath, England until they
ran him out and he had
to go to the States.
He went to Texas of all places
I put on another record
this one had never been played
Cream Disraeli Gears
Of a night with no stars
and waking hourly
for no reason except
dreams which are not conducive
to sleeping
I haven't answered the phone in
eight months. people stop calling.
The newspaper man came out for an interview.
I shot at him with the new Walther P99. I didn't try to hit him, I just wanted to scare the fuck out of him. It worked.
I felt like the bad guy in a worse movie.
so i had a drink.
that worked too.
so I had another.
then I went out and shot at cans.
La dee da la dee da
what we have here is failure to communicate
COMMUNICATE.
and waking hourly
for no reason except
dreams which are not conducive
to sleeping
I haven't answered the phone in
eight months. people stop calling.
The newspaper man came out for an interview.
I shot at him with the new Walther P99. I didn't try to hit him, I just wanted to scare the fuck out of him. It worked.
I felt like the bad guy in a worse movie.
so i had a drink.
that worked too.
so I had another.
then I went out and shot at cans.
La dee da la dee da
what we have here is failure to communicate
COMMUNICATE.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
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