digitalbutterfly

| art criminal | fake hair addict | leftist whackjob | neopacifist | technophile |



Line 'em up.



I remember Richard Nixon back in '74
And the final scene at the White House door
And the staff lined up to say good-bye
Tiny tear in his shifty little eye
He said nobody knows me
Nobody understands
These little people were good to me
Oh, I'm gonna shake some hands...

Somebody line 'em up
Line 'em all up
Line 'em up
Line 'em all up

At that time my heart was all broke
I looked like ashes and smelled like smoke
And I turned away from my loving kind
Tried to leave my body and live in my mind
But it's much too much emotion
To hold it in your hand
They've got waves out on the ocean
They're gonna wear away the land...

Somebody line 'em up
Line 'em all up
Line 'em up
Line 'em all up

Oh I've seen corn in Kansas
And I've seen picket fences
And certain cowboy dances
I've gone lining up for shows
I've been safely placed in rows
Sure I know how it goes...

Another day goes by
Little time machine
I'm breaking my brain
Over what it might mean
Just to claim the time
And to turn away
To make today, today.

Who waits for you,
Lonely, tired, old toad?
It's your life laid out before you
Like the broken white line down the center of the goddamned road...

Somebody line 'em up
Line 'em all up
Line 'em up
Line 'em all up

Yeah, big moon landing
People all standing up
Smiles for the loved ones
They go walking on down the aisles
Each re-engages stepping into the sun
I watch them turn like pages
One by one by one

Get ready for a surprise!

I was a little distracted at the airport today. A friend was filming me when the customs agent asked if I had any fruit and I mistakenly thought he asked me how long we had until the presidential election:



I am so freaked out. I can't spend any more time fussing with electoral vote maps and breakdown polls. Must study voter's guide and focus on sample ballot. And wads of clay. And a little spray paint.

Don't Vote