What do I want to eat? Some vegetables or some meat? If I were a nudist, what would I want for food? Whatever it may be, I would surely eat it in the nude. And if I were a conscientious vampire thirsting for blood, I would drain a hog that I wrestled in the mud. But, alas, I am not a nudist vampire wrestling a pig. Perhaps I'll just have some cheese and nuts with a fig.
Little red dots Show up on my sight Little red dots For my attention, they fight Little red dots Never give me peace Little red dots Take my time, piece by piece Little red dots Stir up excitement Little red dots Boil up my lament Little red dots Have so much to say Little red dots Ruin my day
Nothing is as it seems In the waking dreamer's dreams One moment, they're walking the street The next, they're traversing giants' feet Trying not to get crushed One moment stopping, the next rushed Back in reality, drawing near That which he should truly fear A careless driver, a speeding car An intoxicated body, fresh from the bar... ...headed straight toward the dreamer's path You can do the math And your math would be wrong For this is a different song Of a dreamer in a forest Of a drinker walking home to rest Of a driver that stays off the road And a plane with a car in its load
Let me tell you of a fella Who cast a wide umbrella Of things he like to eat It was such an admirable feat He had such a great attitude About all kinds of food A squid, a dragonfruit, a pine nut Anything would go in this man's gut! A bean, an ostrich egg, a bamboo shoot One day, this man even ate a newt! Which turned out to be the undoing for this poor fella For he soon died of salmonella
In the days of my prime I committed a social crime For every day I would plot To one day rule Camelot Giving up fortune and fame To play a silly game Little did anyone know This King Arthur would grow... ...from a boy everyone would pity To an admired man in the city... ...who dares to have the audacious thought of turning that city into Camelot.
Oh, how lucky you will be To see the death of me To finally be on your own To carry on what I've known To add to the library more floors To make the library yours To open its doors to many more To make space for more books to store Oh, how lucky we will be To share in your library
One day I will decide To take a ride To the highest peaks Where everyone seeks Peaceful solitude For mental fortitude Then descend to the steeple To reach out to the people To tell them the lie That I learned from the sky That the dead are in crowds Floating in the clouds
If I could have bolstered talent I would be more patient To take time with my thoughts To find all of my blind spots To listen to experts Even when it hurts To know when we are all wrong To know when to sing humanity's song
I'm a big, burly brute From me stompers, to me clompers I'm also bloody cute All the ladies, big, burly rompers When the sun shines I'm smashing skulls At night, there's wines The size of ship's hulls I'm a big, hairy beast Sniffing out your puny flesh Soon you'll be my feast With the hogs and cows and fish
The thought is so sweet To think you are what you eat But, to this you must heed: You are also what you read If you read love and not fear Your lovers you'll hold more dear Which isn't to say you shouldn't know Opposing thoughts are for you to grow So read hate with empathy And ignorance with telepathy Nourish your hungry brain With facts and love to stay sane
gilakas’la / čɛčɛ haθɛč
I respectfully and gratefully acknowledge that I live, work and play within the traditional territory of the K’ómoks Nation.