Harlequin came at night
bowing to the ghosts of freedom square
stretching a silver rope
jester of frozen minds
and everyone of us
junkees and ghosts of freedom square
spoke through his waving hands
wept on his brother face
whispered through painted lips
rusty phrases forgotten lines
thinking of arrows lost
shooting them past the pain.

And everyone of us
losers and lost and underdogs
just scraps of our younger minds
we danced all around the square
jumped to his see-through horn
screaming shouting forgotten lines
shooting our rage again
like arrows far past the pain.

And when the dogs fast arrived
baying across the town
we were there
all of us
a million harlequins.

And the town
bloomed alive
like a beautiful night fair
and we were there
all of us
to be the rite of many ...
 

When I was born they came to free us
to heal our battle wounds
with photographs of big fat mama
the chocolate kings arrived
to feed us full of good intentions
and fatten us with pride
stars and candybars!
Shirly temple dipped her dimples
in favorite nursery rhymes
big mamas love was pure and simple
and gentle dollar signs
sang out lullabies.

So sorry
her superman is losing fans
and I am so sorry
so sorry
they've packed her bags
they've stacked her flags
and we are so sorry.

Her supermarket kingdom is falling
her war machines on sale
no one left to worship the heroes
her TV gods have failed
hope she takes a look in the mirror
while she is on her way home ...

Her supermarket kingdom is falling
her war machines on sale
no one left to worship the heroes
her TV gods have failed
so sorry.

Her superman is losing fans
and I am so sorry
so sorry
they've packed her bags
they've stacked her flags
and we are so sorry.

New you and I know big fat mama
she took us for a ride
but musclemen are out of business
the chocolate kings are dying
you don't wanna waste your life for chocolate heaven
you like to stay alive
like to stay alive!
  

1.
Got a skin of sun
I'm breathing cellophane
got a fadin' tan
to offer to the rain
who's the referee
when winter plays the ball?
running out of time
to celebrate the fall
out of the roundabout
out of the roundabout
got a cotton hat
to wear all year round
got a time disease
that keeps me upsidedown
and the willow trees
are spittin' out some green
I would give a look
but springtime looks a scream
out of the roundabout
out of the roundabout.

New all the seasons run together
and the middle days are gone
without our weather repetitions
I can't shake my dice
can't skip a line no no no no no ...

2.
Had my bicycle risin'
fast wheelin' and climbin'
the equinox hurdles
over gates of heat.

even numbers to bring out
and courses to follow
in search of the days
before I missed their beat.

I ran into a black cat
good taste for all timing
his ivory shaker
couldn't pour out rain.

I've been truckin' and trackin'
still missin' the rhythm
of changes that used to
make me feel all right ...

I met birds on a cable
a dark feathered station
time flown for migration
but they wouldn't fly.

Askin' cherries and peaches
to work on their accents
a natural compass
but they fooled me good.

I've been joggin' and jugglin'
still missin' the rhythm
of changes that used to
make me feel all right ...