Reflected GloryIt's no use dreaming anymoreThey tell me,We already did that,It's used upPassè;We already stood upAnd sat inWe already wrote lyricsAnd cared about the wordsWe triedWe livedSome diedThose days are goneThat windowWhen imagination was harvestedInstead of 'King Capital'When vagabonds donned hero's armorAnd soldiers wore disdain"We were just kids"They museWhile adjusting their Beemer's roofGone but not forgottenMounted on the wallLike a memoryThat can't be revisitedOnly reflected
Promises of BeautyHow many are there?Angels I have loved,but never known.From the girl with the braided hairsitting in a Mexicanbus terminal
To the shy beautyin the back of an English class.They are alllandownersin that great expanse of my mind.They are not clearly definedmemories,but rather,feelings which float ethereallyacross my conscious,whenever a pleasant perfumecatches my nose,or when a spring sun shines downmelting a frozen sidewalk.They are not lovesor desires,but merely rays of hope.Promises of the beautythat constantly surrounds me.
Muggles' TeaWould you care for a spot of muggles' tea?I see a day's frustration in your eyes;I've got more than enough for twoCom'on man, shelf your prideWould you care for a spot of muggles' tea?This war has got to end;Maybe with our whistles wet,We can finally again be friendsWould you care for a spot of muggles' tea?It's not as bad as you believedWhen you stop listening to othersYou will stop being deceivedWould you care for a spot of muggles' tea?I'll call up Mr. Brown my friendFor how can you love the colorsIf you never invite them inWould you care for a spot of muggles' tea?You needn't ask one's permissionOur travels down the road so longAre adventures, and not holy missions
Ms. Jillybean and Saala JonesHey Ms. Jillybean,Where'd you hide all your sweets?This cupboard holds only pretzels.What we need is nuts.Nuts, each individually wrapped
'Cause they're too crazy to mingle.Somebody get me my mop!We need a clean up on interstate 6.Oh forget it,The people love watching,The juices puddle.Just put up a velvet ropeAnd charge admission.Let people see what they want to see.Help his life manager,Buy a Mercedes and a new hoola-hoop.So she can shimmy and shake in style,As she pawns off, used goods.Ding-A-Ling.Fire alarm?No, police round up.Putting out firewater free-for-alls.Hot Man!Give up your credential,And sign your initials,And AKA'sAnd pseudonyms.You're going away for a long time
Or at least until 9:30 tonightWhen the lawyer stretches his legs.Damn, ain't that the way it always goes,For all the not so "so & so's",And Famous Joe Blows,Who knows?Take a turn at the next right,I tired of these side streets,That riddle themselves together.Just a b
Watch the Legions ApproachListen
Listen to the distant rumble,My time is nighThey've caught up to me at last,Soldiers of the blueArmed with cold heartsThat can never know fearI hunch in my seatHoping they might disbandBut their legions are plentifulAs they continue their march to the seaI could run
But they would find me,Dampen my spirits,Drop me down,So here I shall stay,CoweringAs the armies of the rainLay waste to my dry street.