Eric Michael Jones

I don’t know why you’re lying down there
Another sunny day ends in despair
It’s not fair and never justified
Just another pile of pain to be brushed aside

It’s hot downtown tonight
Cool in the North and West
Teens in the suburbs
I’m living under house arrest

Black lips
Red bolero
White lies in my
Blue Camaro

I’m not country
I never owned a pickup truck
Don’t drink too much or get in fights
Never been down on my luck

Rainbows and antennas that whisper in the night
With silence in my heart I recognize
The morning is not far I see the fading of the stars
Memory of the day precedes the light

When a wack synapse hits your brain
You get a big idea and they tell you it’s insane
But then a black black day begins to look OK

You got no manners, got no sense
Got no good excuse for your ignorance
You got no honey ’cause you want a slave
Got no money ’cause you refuse to save

There’s a new bomb neutron particle collision
And we all stand waitin’ for a new clear vision
The blast is faster
Words are cool but the blast is faster

Who needs this continental overkill?
We got trains that are rusting on the tracks
Who cares if you build a better oil drill
It’s too late the knife is hanging in our backs

My baby wants to go to cat school
I guess she’s gonna get her way
My baby digs those cool cool cats
Down Greenwich Village way