Countdown - 10 - 1 Johnny lost two fingers in an after show dust up wanted knuckle tats of "love" & "hate" but ended up with “Fuck Up” He loved to watch the chickies shake their titties in the front row As the drummer pounds us forward at the rock & roll show Can’t you feel the simmer that bottom bump biology that rockabilly back beat is part of our pathology Barkeep booty babe a master of mixology All hail Johnny Rocket & the new mythology The air is getting thinner , can’t you feel the heat an underlying tremor a musky kind of sweet Did you see the glimmer? I thought I caught a peek a flutter or a shimmer - too mesmerized to speak Can’t you feel the simmer that bottom bump biology that rockabilly back beat is part of our pathology Barkeep booty babe a master of mixology All hail Johnny Rocket & the new mythology Solo Some say Johnny died stealing petrol for the band van Some say that he was sleeping when his wife bashed his head in 8 fingered Johnny & his hollow bodied rocket show his legend’s getting fuzzy but that’s the way that legends go Can’t you feel the simmer that bottom bump biology that rockabilly back beat is part of our pathology Barkeep booty babe a master of mixology All hail Johnny Rocket & the new mythology

I need myself a moment just a bit of peace Open up the pressure valve I need a release The machine will have to churn a bit without me as a cog If anybody needs me I’ll be petting my dog Maybe play some Frisbee maybe toss a ball always up for eating and maybe then a walk Maybe we’ll just lie around & stretch & groan & yawn Before we even know it the whole morning is gone I need myself a moment just a bit of peace Open up the pressure valve I need a release The machine will have to churn a bit without me as a cog If anybody needs me I’ll be petting my dog Got another bill to pay more paperwork to file The telephone is ringing The mail goes on the pile Seems like I’ve been hustlin’ ever since the dawn Before we even know it the afternoon is gone I need myself a moment just a bit of peace Open up the pressure valve I need a release The machine will have to churn a bit without me as a cog If anybody needs me I’ll be petting my dog Maybe play some Frisbee maybe toss a ball always up for eating and maybe then a walk Maybe we’ll just lie around & stretch & groan & yawn Before we even know it the whole damned day is gone I need myself a moment just a bit of peace Open up the pressure valve I need a release The machine will have to churn a bit without me as a cog If anybody needs me I’ll be petting my dog If anybody needs me I’ll be petting my dog If anybody needs me I’ll be petting my dog

I woke up this morning and I found myself dead murdered while I slumbered she'd bashed in my head I never shoulda brought that woman home with me I never shoulda brought that woman home with me I woke up this morning and I found myself dead killed while I was sleeping I died in my bed I never shoulda brought that woman home with me I never shoulda brought that woman home with me I woke up this morning and I found myself dead six years tomorrow since the day that we were wed I never shoulda brought that woman home with me I never shoulda brought that woman home with me

I’ve traded blows with Satan took Jesus out in two I’ve railed at God for a title bout he’s too chicken shit he’ll lose There’s no silver to my lining There’s no twinkle to my eye my tongue is nowhere near my cheek I’m just waiting here to die For the most part baby it’s clear enough I’m just waiting here to die I danced with a voodoo priestess on a thick and murky night we were listening to swampy blues and rutting in the moon light I’ve beaten back so many demons Hell hound now guards my door I got this ring from a Flathead shaman who I then paid to sweep my floor There’s no silver... I’ve been stalked by the darkest clouds as well as the fluffy & white been struck by lightning 13 times strike me down if I’m telling a lie I’ve met parasites & preachers their soldiers & their teachers back around biting reachers all sorts of leaches There’s no silver to my lining there’s no twinkle to my eye my tongue is nowhere near my cheek I’m just waiting here to die There’s no silver to my lining I’m just waiting here to die There’s no silver to my lining I’m just waiting here to die

I danced with a voodoo priestess on a thick and murky night we were listening to swampy blues and rutting in the moonlight she gave me a heady tea to drink steeped with a hoodoo bag full of imagery I lost sight of the sounds for a while and I’m not sure if the ground was under me I came around to the present again with the warmth of her body on mine I found myself then tied by the fire with my torso covered in lines shapes & runes, symbols & letters from a language to which I do not think I’m privy I tried to scream but my tongue was numb and I was feeling rather dizzy I saw her take a swig from a jug then & spew fire to nearly blind me I twisted this way and I twisted that against all of the ties that binded (sic) me By then I could feel this strange sensation coming from the very core of me like the burning awareness of a thousand souls sharing torment in perfect harmony I watch gen-again-eration of voodoo priestesses dance & rut & brew & serve their men tea steeped with a hoodoo bag full of imagery my centuries pass in harmonic torment steeped with a hoodoo bag full of imagery I heard Jesus snicker still mad about that bout by all accounts he always was a sore loser I sent him a drink and then flashed him a grin and said, “I’m glad my torment does amuse ya.” I saw Johnny Rocket jammin’ with Jimi in the afterlife Winterland I could still see the blood stain on Johnny’s hollow-body from where his wife bashed his head in I saw Freedom & Complicity & Hope & Love and all their lives they flitter by within a stanza I saw Skye and Raine and Joy and all their lives they flitter by within a stanza I saw my hell hound, Sparky, chase a phoenix through the embers and their lives they flitter by within a stanza steeped with a hoodoo bag full of imagery This is not how I imagined my fate suffering through time ever endless eternally trapped in a hoodoo tea brewed by voodoo priestess I’d imagined myself on the crests of the Blue Ridge telling tales of Appalachian swamp rock with the Daughter of the Stars in the valley below as glimpsed from a favored spot I’d imagined love & beauty & health & a very different form of harmony I’d imagined my caging & dying in a blizzard of bullets and a few ways even less charming I’d imagined growing old with the love of my life and drinking fine Booze along with the cheap stuff I’d imagined playing Frisbee and petting my dog the sort of thing of which there’s never enough but I never imagined a fate such as this a far cry from fine Booze by fire light and thus be warned of the cost my friend of swampy blues and rutting in moonlight

His black market bride whom he called, Complicity was known to stir her cocktails with a fork He never missed the chance to be seen standing next to her His pride was of the ordinary sort They were driven from the road one day by a tired sober driver who'd risen early and was on her way to church Complicity was thrown right through the windshield and she bled out by the roadside in the dirt Was that a fiery phoenix or a salmon-colored herring? We passed the bodies on our way back home. The truth it is obscured by all the flapping and the flailing. We will know more once the buzzards leave the bones We will know more once the buzzards leave the bones He named his daughter, Freedom and then sold her to the parasites Had my druthers I would haul him under keel People praise the Emperor's duds but I can clearly see his willy some sits & thinks while others only sits and feel Freedom went by Edie ground her teeth when she was sleeping had her tubes cut when she was only twenty-three She never really lived and all she ever had was stolen and She hung her self by pantyhose and tree Was that a fiery phoenix or a salmon-colored herring? We passed the bodies on our way back home. The truth it is obscured by all the flapping and the flailing. We will know more once the buzzards leave the bones We will know more once the buzzards leave the bones I got no dog in this race I got no horse in this fight I danced right passed this disgrace Put it to bed, there, nighty night I know my place; I got no place You're standing there on skinny ice That egg ain't on my face So you may please keep your advice History forgets so much more than it remembers Learn ignore forget tune in and then repeat The ticks and leeches swell while turning phrase for each new massacre Ignore forget tune in and then repeat They're mighty mighty bloated but they tell us that we need 'em Learn ignore forget tune in and then repeat They swell before our eyes and yet they tell us that we need 'em Ignore forget tune in and then repeat How big they gonna get? I can't believe they haven't popped yet Ignore forget tune in and then repeat Ignore forget tune in and then repeat Learn ignore forget tune in and then repeat Was that a fiery phoenix or a salmon-colored herring? We passed the bodies on our way back home. The truth it is obscured by all the flapping and the flailing. We will know more once the buzzards leave the bones We will know more once the buzzards leave the bones My thoughts drift to Freedom and then to Complicity their lives they flitter by within a stanza delusions of safety, service, protection & prevention and their lives they flitter by within a stanza sold with bluster each and every merchant with a purchase and their lives they flitter by within a stanza they named their daughters Hope & Love and Skye and Raine and Joy and all their lives they flitter by within a stanza all their lives they flitter by within a stanza all their lives they flitter by within a stanza