Dangers

It’s raining, it’s pouring, this story’s getting oh so boring. And what else did you expect? When it rains, someone always gets wet. So it’s searchlights or the shadows. With a newscast like that,...

I’m in the red I’ve got the blues I’m token black, An early greying fool. I need an orange I need a lime I need a last name that don’t feel like such a crime. I feel 16 I feel 60 I feel 9 to 5. So...

I was there I sucked the bodies up my nose Asbestos And femurs And nylon pantyhose I should have cried I tried to cry I should have cry I could not cry Not saying it’s good Not saying it’s right But...

I’ve seen the jet planes crash and oil tankers galore. I’ve seen Mexicans in boxer shorts with Pacific Ocean pompadours. I’ve seen gay penguins fuck and bison roam through golden gates. Seen dogs die...

Cowboys or indians? Pinkerton to Taliban, Tijuana to Nicaragua: It smells like fear. Vietnam to Afghanistan: It tastes like tears. They're crying, crying, they're crying their eyes. They're dying,...

Liars. Liars. All you bands should just retire. You sing the songs of hypocrites. Like nuns with guns or chicks with dicks. Two. Four. Six. Eight. Buy our shit and regurgitate. I'm so bored with all...

(original poem by Richard Brautigan)