The Unsigned Painting
There must be a golden frame
Coming to me
'Cuz where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
The very day when you first heard
Your heart beat listens for you still
So I think it's not so much the painting
As what you give yourself by what you leave
Your signature...
On Sundays the ladies took off their wiry, old hats
And made donuts in the back of the church
I could always smell them cooking
In the middle of mass
Cakes are prizes at carnivals
Holding hands
That's a gift of our landscapes
For the heart is always
That one summer night
You stretch it from face to face
Like chewing gum
You can rig it up and hear each other thru a tin can
Now it bakes and hardens like an old dream
Under the front porch
Where the air is talcum
And Mamma's eyes are blue
And Father took the Weird Beast
And we're walking next to you
That is the picture that I see
That is the picture that I see.
The Weird Beast
I brought the Weird Beast here
From Van Nuys Boulevard
So I would not be without a man
When the Tartars reign
Flooded the empty streets of Paris...
And on one of these
Passing boats I thought
I saw the Weird Beast
Speaking in the Russian tongue
Will he kill the Czar?
Will he kill the Czar?
Someday you'll meet a stranger
Locations everywhere you go
All of the science you've kept in bottles
Because someday this dream is going to end
I have this feeling
A Weird Beast is going to come our way
Draw the Weird Beast everywhere you go.
Death speaks the foreign language so
Make sure they hear him breathing.