My tail is fierce

and my teeth are green.

I haven’t eaten in a Century.

Oh, you tidbit don’t start with me.

Teasing, touching, taunting me.

Such a morsel I’ll devour,

don’t you know, baby,

I breath fire.

Release the Dragon.

Like a lioness with her catch,

I play with prey before I attack.

Oh, honey, I’ll never get full,

I’ll take you like an animal.

Clutch your inhibitions,

save your neck.

I’d adore you for

a little snack.

Release the Dragon.

Oh, I’ll drag your rigid body off,

but I won’t let you die.

Caution baby, with that talk

or I’ll possess you all my life.

Don’t you start what you can’t stop.

Don’t awake the beast.

Release the Dragon.

you don’t move your feet,

until you look to the left

and look to the right.

that’s the best

Is that your face?

My, what a face.

What a silly, silly, silly, silly face.

With two eyes

and a nose.

Everybody knows,

you have to have a nose.

Where’s your hair?

Is that your ear?

Where’s your chin?

Well, I think you’ve got a tooth a coming in.

You’ve got a big old silly grin.

What a silly, silly, silly, face.

It was not so long ago.

Come on out,

Mama’s White Picket Fence,

Mama’s White Picket Fence.

August calls,

"it’s late at night."

"Baby, don’t worry, there’s one left in the world."

in solitaire,

a widow’s life,

weeping sore into the night.

"Keep your head clear,

there’s one left in the world."

How he touches her,

Shadows fall in motion

and two lovers melt in need.

To turn his voice to medicine.

"Baby, don’t you worry, he’s out there, in the world."

There was an old dream.

The past was falling around me, "you have everything you want,

why would you want me?"

"Because your mine, now."

overwhelmed by the joke.

How could it be so?

Traveling again as the young girl.

Drumming up friends who say, "your so beautiful."

We go stumbling into a secret place.

Still a restless desire,

freezes time and steals the hour.

There’s a message I can find,

"to love trust and be wise."

The dream, the voyage.

What have I done to be one’s most ardent desires?

Whether hidden or recognized.

Drenched from a sudden gust of rain and sleet,

when in late August, I could not sleep.

but my love and ambition.

In the place of abstruse theological speculations,

he was interested.

and cast aside unanswered questions.

He had, of course

I’m a baby.

Just hold me and hug me, you just got to love me.

I have a temper.

And if you don’t believe me,

one thing you’ll be sure of.

When it comes to loving you,

I’ll show you that I’m grown up.

I’m a baby.

Just hold me and hug me, you just got to love me.

"I won’t take anymore teasing,"

then touched her moistened lips.

Bold with his kiss.

He holds the wonder

Velvet passion nudged a response,

floating in a gypsies’ dance.

Spellbound.

He holds the wonder

Too bitter sweet, to have loved you once then have to leave.

Not yet awaken, she runs with the spirits.

Thrown into a nightmare that ends in lovers meeting.

We are bound to love.

she’ll never ask you but her smile blushes dusky rose.

She’ll never ask of you, lover.

Too bittersweet to have loved you once then have to leave.

Not yet awaken, she runs with the spirits.

There’s only one way to please a man.

‘Cause in between small talk and love,

honey can I cook.

You’ve got your average spices,

in all the right places.

You’ve got a little pinch of this and a little pinch of that.

Don’t want to hold you.

Does our love story begin at the end?

What’s a start with no finish?

If I hungered for both.

Does our love story begin at the end?

Does our love story end,

before it ever begins?

Does our love story begin at the end?

Largely in silence,

they saw their history.

In the fallen afterglow.

Dark is the past

of emotion mending.

They could not start

with this beginning.

There was no way to give freely,

except to let go and be free.

To a place that’s short span.

Floating silently to the ground.

A song, sung out of bells,

made of the finest details.

With great difficulty,

they were brave.

And they gave of themselves,

however brave.

The truth was a relief.

To let go and be free.

There was no other way to be,

except full blind and trusting.

Warm sleepy morning wakes the dawn.

I open my eyes and think of him.

There’s no place I’ve ever seen,

no place I’ve ever been,

that’s better than the dream of him.

I would gladly wait for him.

Until he gently takes my hand.

Until he softly says my name.

Nothing I can say.

Can make him feel this way.

If love is a genuine thing.

I would gladly wait for him.

Until he says he wants me,

until he says he needs me.

Until he says he loves me,

can’t live without me.

A thousand times I die,

just to think that I

might lose him.

I know my heart would break.

So, my love, my love

will have to wait.

Until I hear him say,

he’s mine and I’m all his.

Loves me like a kid.

I would gladly wait for this.

You’ve got a heart of wax

and I’ll melt you down.

Don’t try rubbin’ me

with your sweet oil.

I’m so darn spicy at my fingertips.

There ain’t been a man

I can touch, who lives.

I’ve got my mind made up

All I want is your love.

So, don’t give me no grief.

Just give it to me.

I’ve got to live hard and I’ll die for love.

My motto always was

there’s no love lost.

So darn cynic at a tender age.

There ain’t been a time

that I was ever afraid.

I’ve got my mind made up

All I want is your love.

So, don’t give me no grief.

Just give it to me.

I need to warn you

there is a little thing more.

Don’t go telling your friends

that I’m all yours.

I’ve never been touched

‘cause I’m so out of reach.

There ain’t been a man,

I would want to keep.

I’ve got my mind made up.

All I want is your love.

So, don’t give me no grief.

Just give it to me and

Don’t give me no grief.

He doesn’t call,

that’s a calculated risk.

He waits for luck

that’s an out of fate twist.

Experience would only prove him too smooth.

Get out your gun, baby,

he’s on the move.

The brain game,

do you want to play?

The brain game.

If you can catch me

then you can have me,

your way.

He reads me,

like I’m the enemy list.

He watches me,

like a snake in the grass.

Evidence would be

a virtuous tool.

Get out your gun, baby,

he’s after you.

The brain game,

do you want to play?

The brain game.

If you can catch me

then you can have me,

your way.

The curtain was drawn

on the day she was born.

The doctors just couldn’t believe.

A poet was born,

in another time zone.

The angels would watch carefully.

Well, they’ll cover her grave with flowers.

And say they understood.

The last poet

on the earth.

Her serpent and thorns

were the life of a woman.

The ministry wouldn’t believe.

But harmony rung

with each given psalm

of verse, life and beauty.

And they say it’s not important

to bring beauty to the world.

The last poet

on the earth.

Oh, for yesterday

When the world was something more.

When forever was, the way it was

and words were powerful.

Well, they’ll carry her to the alter but they’ll never alter her.

The last poet

on the earth.

There’s an undercurrent to the strategy.

Midnight madness of late T.V.,

there’s an adventure in you,

I’m sure of it.

It’s a clinical madness of a serious need.

Minimal saneness, preconceived.

It’s animal.

Diabolical.

When I’ve got you crawling

on all fours.

You may think it’s an accident,

think it’s coincidence.

But who knew, who knew, who knew, who knew, it’s sabotage.

So compelling to call the shots.

An execution of the final plot,

so give the devil his due.

It’s conspiracy of a mental degree.

A persona of sexuality.

It’s serious.

Lascivious.

When I’ve got you strung out

like a puppet.

You may think it’s an accident,

think it’s coincidence.

But who knew, who knew, who knew, who knew, it’s sabotage.

I’ll leave you longing,

to go out stocking.

I’ll leave you wanting,

to go out hunting.

Sabotage.

Soft shivers her frenzy

in a vast and empty sea.

The wildest waves run

and drench uncharted beach.

There’s no such ship to miss,

and no place I’d rather be.

I’d sail the world to your feet,

no sorry worries.

I close my eyes and cry,

just to see you as mine,

as my lover.

When in the world awake,

my love, my love,

they try to break.

Without a word I can convey.

My love will patiently wait.

But how much more can I take?

Oh, I love you.

Oh, he thinks he’s different from the rest.

She gives a gasp, he kisses her by mouth.

Oh, he feels her body respond to his.

She yearns, he burns,

he kisses in her ear.

He becomes impatient, don’t lose control.

You’ll fall for her and she’ll take your heart and soul.

He’s a man with a past.

He knows he’s got to have her

and he knows she’s going to laugh.

Without any warning the tables spin.

Claimed desire from deep within.

I’m just a baby doll.

He’s got me at his beck and call.

I don’t fall for love like that.

You can’t put me out like garbage and the cat.

Oh, how he takes pleasure from her unrest.

Shows no mercy and takes another kiss.

Feels her body tremble, fall to the floor.

She yearns, he burns, he knows she’s lost control.

She is just his play thing, begging for more.

Well, don’t fall for it, she’ll take your heart and soul.

Oh, yeah, I’m just a baby doll.

I want him at my beck and call.

Oh, he knows she’s hungry and wants a slave.

So he doesn’t stop ‘cause he know that she can’t wait.

Oh, yeah, a baby doll.

I’ll be anything at all.

He wants me at his beck and call.

At his beck and call.

The days of old, the story goes

of men who ruled the world.

The Lord was law and it was sin

that kept us to his words.

Oh, history, I know that you repeat.

Politics the monarchy

of the church and state.

Castles found and temples crowned,

a patriarch at stake.

Bishop to Bishop

Knight to Knight.

The servant of the wise.

To use each pawn to gain one’s thrown,

still used in modern times.

To the hold who turn this fold,

history is yours.

Toss and turn

with dreams that burn of candles to the wick.

Of battles won with swords in hand,

the blood of wickedness.

Given all the centuries of war,

destruction and depravity,

you think that man would learn.

It is the Jester who laughs the last at the ignorance of man

and soon will be my turn.

A prophet sees what is possible in the ideal state.

A prophet sees peace.

Love is blind.

It is not able to see faults and begins as a childish crush.

Prophecy begins as a dream.

Love begins as a fantasy.

Where there is a seed,

it is possible to achieve growth.

Just as it is possible to develop a child’s mind,

it is possible to mold and develop a dream or a fantasy

where a seed has been planted.

A seed grows with the care provided.

Strong, well nurtured,

weak and under developed,

or not at all.

A prophet can foresee peace.

A lover can foresee happiness.

Someone who will not look

does not accept either as possible.

And so,

there is the seed of unknown possibilities.

There are three wells of life.

Of Time, of Love and of Money.

They are bottomless.

They nurture us and we go to each to draw what we need.

It may seem with our immediate needs,

that we never have enough time or money.

So, we draw from those two wells first and most often.

But the more money we draw, the more money we need

and the busier we become.

The busier we become

the more time we need.

The more time we draw,

the more money we need to afford more time.

Until soon we are forgotten in the bottomless depth of an endless cycle.

The material things we once thought would bring us happiness,

have only brought temporary happiness.

Our time is spent trying to find happiness.

Finally, we we’ve had enough,

we come to realize that we need the well of love most,

for without it, we truly have nothing.

The smart man knows, if we only had drawn from the well of love first,

all the rest would easily flow into an equal balance.

But often, we go to the well of love last.

Then, we find that love is the taste of all the sweetness of life.

There we find the water refreshing and new, the water, sweet and pure.

The well endless.

Isn’t he a wonder

that I read in a novel.

He speaks his mind,

my world goes quiet.

His eyes

are stormy skies.

Rowdy, wondrous and wild.

Let’s write our Love Story.

One of Fame and Fortune.

Go down in History.

The Greatest Love Story.

Let’s write our Love Story.

Determined for Glory.

Make our own History.

The Greatest Love Story,

in history.

Frankly, anyone can see

who has two eyes.

What’s the probability?

The beat of my heart, the look in your eyes,

both lie.

You can bob, you can dodge,

you can duck, you can shy.

You can run, you can hide.

But, it is obvious love.

And I can love you like no one can.

I’ll make you smile, I’ll make you happy.

Fall in love and let it all sink in.

I’ll give you everything a man needs.

Frankly, anyone can see

and so can I.

What’s the probability?

The beat of my heart, the look in your eyes,

both lie.

You can bob, you can dodge,

you can duck, you can shy.

You can run, you can hide,

but it is obvious love.

And I can love you, like no one can.

I’ll make you smile, I’ll make you happy.

Fall in love and give you everything.

I’ll give you home and candy.

So say the word and I’m all yours.

These legs, these hips, these lips,

these arms.

Love,

love it is obvious love.

Love,

love it is obvious love.

I am philosophy.

Oh, I’m dream.

I am a liturgy,

I am something that you need.

I am a cinema.

I am a Barbie doll.

Drag down a cigarette.

Drag down a drug.

Oh, religion is something to believe.

You are a stranger, do you ever think of me?

Oh, religion your some discovery.

Well, I am a woman.

Do you ever think of me?

I am a prophecy.

I am a Queen.

I am astronomy.

I am something to read.

I am a simpleton.

I am a Barbie doll.

Drag down a cigarette.

Drag down a drug.

Quite frankly, you offend me.

I said, frankly,

you offend me.

Your an ill mannered booger picker,

social life disease catcher.

Rude, lude, you smell like bletch.

But let’s not discuss your breath.

I said, frankly,

you offend me.

Disgusting, repugnant,

a face like a rodent.

Putrid, barf suey,

you look like a loogy.

Hey, you don’t like it?

Well, sue me.

I said frankly, you offend me.

I said, frankly,

you offend me.

He buys me a soft drink,

so I tell him my age.

So many men loose in L.A.

The women all are fakes.

But still he spies me out

and asks my name.

"Why is a beautiful woman alone,

wandering through this crowd?

I can tell you hide your crown.

Your clothes are old, your face is plain,

but still you hold a thrown."

"I have no titles," I explain.

"I am unknown."

"How is it you manage, then?

That in this mob, your face is bold.

Underneath your peasant’s garb,

I see the grace of who you are.

You are mistaken in your answer.

It is only a matter of time."

Sadden, your a man of the gun.

Airplane buddy, with a backward tongue.

Luckily,

we met when we were young.

Sadden, your a man of the world.

Carefree lover to a backstage girl.

Happen,

to steal her from a fool.

Oh, Sadden.

Took the red eye.

Sadden.

Looked through my eyes.

"Your pain and your hunger are taking your heart,

don’t take it, don’t take it so hard.

If it’s freedom, that’s on your mind,

just between you and I,

your free as you are,

and just as free as you want to be."

Oh, Sadden.

How could I be so blind?

Love didn’t take any time.

There was time enough to know each other well.

When the sky won’t snow

and the clouds won’t cry.

Sadden, I’ll remember your eyes.

Love didn’t take any time.

No, love didn’t take any time.

Five hours South of ‘Frisco,

headin’ to San Jose.

I’m tired of playing biscuit

with a live grenade.

We’re like a blow torch

and a keg of dynamite.

I’d gravel and I’d beg.

I’d go straight to final jeopardy,

plum forget to be a lady.

I’m tired of waiting patiently,

hey, honey, ain’t love obscure?

Your like a loaded keg of dynamite,

I can’t keep both feet on the floor.

If it weren’t for the bad love,

I’d have no love at all.

If you don’t forgive me,

your going to need a steel crow bar.

I’m like a blow torch and your dynamite,

that’s just the way that we’ve been matched.

I’m like a blow torch and your dynamite,

look out! We’re gunna have a blast.

Cross over into Pismo,

information San Jose.

I’ve got your number memorized

and I’m calling you today.

I’m like a blow torch and your dynamite,

that’s just the way that we’ve been matched.

I’m like a blow torch and your dynamite,

look out! We’re gunna have a blast.

Love, it hit me hard just like a brick.

I saw the stars and I lost my head.

Your look, caught me off guard.

Your touch set off an alarm.

I had to give up and let you win.

Well, ollie, ollie, oxen, free, free, free.

The coast is all clear.

Okay Dokee, you can love me.

Love, it has a way just like a clock.

If the timing is right, you click and talk.

Your love struck me like Big Ben

and you wound me up a coo-cooing.

I had to give up and do some waiting.

Well, ollie, ollie, oxen, free, free, free.

The coast is all clear.

Okay Dokee, you can love me.

I couldn’t fight your charm, it was too hard.

Your love caught me off guard,

you came and took my heart.

Love, it has it’s time and it has it’s place.

I’d say yours or mine would be okay.

Your love struck me and then,

I wound up a panting.

I had to give up and do come waiting.

Well, ollie, ollie, oxen, free, free, free.

The coast is all clear.

Okay Dokee, you can love me.

Well, you

should try and see it from my view.

Only in make believe,

there’s always

a happy ending.

Why don’t you

try and see it from my view.

Only in a movie,

it’s all right to pretend

that’s all love is.

I’m looking for something real.

Solid and pure,

knowing before

we give our hearts,

and call it home.

I’m looking for something real.

Solid and pure,

knowing before

we give our hearts,

and call it home.

Well, you

should try and see it from my view.

Only in make believe,

there’s always

a happy ending.

Mi mi amore me llama corazon.

Mi mi amore me llama corazon.

He looked at me

with his eyes of coal.

He spoke to me

in a foreign tongue.

He said to me,

"como esta?"

Mi mi amore me llama corazon.

He said he was Colombian,

come from the land of coffee beans.

He said he was in love with me.

mi mi amore me llama corazon.

Mi mi amore me llama corazon.

He looked at me

I melted in his hands.

He took my heart

to his foreign land.

He said to me,

"te quiero mi amore.

Mi mi amore me llama corazon.

I want it bad.

So, drive me fast.

Keep your foot on the floor,

keep your eyes on the road

and drive

me home.

I mean it.

I need it.

Drive me

top speed.

Try and

catch me.

I want it bad.

So, drive me fast.

Keep your cool on the road,

keep your feet on the floor,

and drive

me home.

She hides in the shadows,

she cries in your arms.

She offers you nothing

but the moon and the stars.

She’s hopeless and romantic,

so she just doesn’t see.

The bit of herself

that she’s given to me.

And she says, so simply,

"All I want to be is yours,

all I want to be is yours."

When the gray of the clouds

changes the air.

She pulls out a new dress

and changes her hair.

With a faint little smile

and a hint in her eyes.

She’s different I know,

but I’ve never known why.

And she says, so simply,

"All I want to be is yours,

all I want to be is yours."

I cry and I whine,

I pace and I pine

over you.

You know I do.

What can I say

to get the time of day,

Out of you.

What do I have to do?

Give me, give me, give me, give me, give me

something that I can miss.

But you didn’t, you didn’t, you didn’t.

Give me, give me, give me, give me, give me

a little something to respect.

But you didn’t.

No, you don’t even,

give me reason

to live.

So, I’m leaving you.

"Well, I know Baby,

she’ll break your heart without looking back.

Walk out and laugh and you’ll be sorry fast,

be nothing to her but the past.

Hey, she’s a catch.

And I don’t like no one messing with my little honey stack.

Got it, man?"

"Hey, Mister. What’s this I hear?

You been insultin’ Baby,

not given her your ear.

I better never hear of this again,

or your a dead man.

"Cause she’s a friend.

And I don’t like nobody messin’ with my little puddin’.

She’s like kin."

I’m stuck in the middle

of a cool rock and jam.

There’s nothing moving

but the beat of my hand.

Stuck in the middle

of a cool rock and jam.

I’m in the middle,

like a sacrificial lamb.

Stuck in the middle

of a cool rock and jam.

I’m in a pickle

and I need to get out fast.

I’m stuck

in the middle.

Stuck in the middle

of a cool kinda jam.

I’m in the middle

and I need a place to land.

I’m stuck in the middle

and I need a place to crash.

I’m stuck

in the middle.

There is nothing new under the sun.

You can’t predict anything anymore.

But the sinking feeling hasn’t left

this empty heart.

Aching for something to fill the void.

Being shoved, molded into this toy.

The Etiologists have yet another plan,

always thinking of something better than.

I put up a red flag warning.

Don’t believe in promises or hoping.

Don’t fall to the first arms to hold you.

Comes back to you in ten fold.

You’ll cry your eyes out someday,

but then will be too late.

Don’t fall to the first arms to hold you.

Comes back just like I told you.

You’ll cry your eyes out someday,

and wish that you had stayed.

No closure

and so, she questioned everything.

It was murderous before, but now…

Others were forcing her

to relinquish her own body.

Perfectly idiotic, of course,

but somehow the threat was there.

She fixed her gaze, cold and upturned.

Remote as a passionless abyss.

Her firm grasp encountered

the cold metal of resistance

and formed a fist.

The past, looking back.

Laughing, teasing with an affectionate glance.

There was no such thing as circumstance.

Time was dimensional,

it only existed now.

His splendor of a kind

of goodness from above.

Lucky was she

that could win his love.

So, I turned a golden head

in a demure style.

And gave in to a puzzled smile, amused.

I must admit, I am confused.

Only love waits, sleepless and unused.

Nevertheless, and despite this philosophy,

I waited.

This new blow was a profusely disturbing catastrophe.

A mist many less altruistic traits,

was the desire to write as the saints.

His beauty of a kind

of virtue from above.

Lucky was she

that could win his love.

This would prove to be

another cupboard storm.

It was not known that

a chill wind rushed

through an open door.

Anger waned into

a blind faraway look.

No facts, just words,

rushing as a torrid book.

Why cupid, why?

Pierce me with your arrow.

Where does your secret lie

in tears that fall unseen and

words of love that cry.

Why cupid, why?

Is the world so short of poesie

that you bridge me

heaven to earth

for your enjoyment.

In the midnight foyer,

adventures all around.

He took her to his bedroom

and they made love on the ground.

All the candles lit a ring

of shadows hovering.

She threw back her head, laughing..

Boy, your into this one over your head.

No, you can’t hold her down.

No, you can’t hold her down.

In a persuasive voice,

painted on the town.

He took her to his hang out,

she let her hair hang down.

Oh, he thanked his lucky stars,

elevated in her arms.

Boy, your into this one deep,

don’t you know she won’t come clean.

No, you can’t hold her down.

No, you can’t hold her down.