Third World Country

I want to live in a Third World country in the city by a beach 
I'm going to live in a Third World country in the city by the beach

These houses look pretty from the outside
A million years of stories to tell

I wanna live near a killing song
In the dirt near Hong Kong
from Malibu to Manhattan
Dirty secrets
City streets
You sit right by me
Right next to me

I came here with an albatross
Of my past
The stories I hold
So dear but so old
So old so old

I came here despite my fears
Despite my tears
All still smirking
"You miss the suburbs
You dirty lying little girl"
It's a long time ago
A long time gone

Pharmaceutical Sales Rep

I could be your pharmaceutical sales rep
Bring you Valium to you doorstep
Push Prozac from the onset
Support you when you fall

I could be your local drug rep
Your tour guide on your lunch break
The answer to the midday rave
Between clients and your juice cleanse

I could host you at your county jail
Bring you benzos and phosphorous kale
Treat you like the king of Indiga
So you can waltz inn the court room

Whether your behind the desk or in front of the judge
I'll be your best friend
Kinda like a bartender does
But I'll be with you every step of the way
Whatever you need - just say
I'll be your pharmaceutical sales rep

Humor Doesn't Live Where I'm Pretty

"Humor doesn't live where I'm pretty" 
Smoking around half head
walking around half dead

Happy doesn't live where I'm sitting (he said)
Another night half hearted
another flashback started

Trouble keeps on ringing
Another reminder she said
The polygamist shakes his head

We're all in a muck
Said the Sitting duck
The quack shakes her head
Money spills on her bills

My restless soul is inside this body that moves too slow
That moves to slow

I Like to Party With Strangers

The miseducation of family values. 
The suburbs and the nuclear family
Has made your vision all blurry
Don't believe the lies
Coming out queer
I like partying with strangers
Listen up my dear
There is more safety in danger


Christmas is hollow when we follow
Obligations fall flat
I no longer linger
There is no coming back even if you

I'll give you  gift
when I want to my dear

on these deaf ears
Don't let this be the waste 
of our years

I no longer quiver
Death to the believer
Christian religious deceivers
That family is somehow better
That blood makes us clever
When we've been ostracized for years and years
for beliefs beyond your fears
Ostracized beyond these tears

beg and plead

I like to party with strangers
There is safety in danger

Sunday Night in New York

Sunday night in New York
These words are my stories
I miss you somewhere in the dark
somewhere I left you out West

Sunday day in New York
The sun shined for an hour
then the snow came tumbling down
and I had to hibernate

I wished you were here
while we watch tv my dear
no reason to go out there
except to go home I fear

Summer will be here
stinky New York summer
and us too
you and me
we are coming here

Desert cold
The sisters the holiday parties
It all sounds fun
But I'd rather stay in
our West Hollywood
SilverLake Downtown apartment

But we will be here next year
Are you ready my dears?

Los Angeles After Midnight

Los Angeles after midnight
Dark city pulsing
Where I love to be
Sometimes I slip into insanity
With the kids
Who dive with me  4,5,6 AM
Slipping and sliding into another reality 

(from summer 2012)

Mirror Image

Yes, I am guilty
Yes, I am sorry
But no time for apologies
Let's make things better in this world
Let's start here right now
Let me start with you

Let bygones be bygones
forgive me, myself I do
let go of the past
the old me
the stories
the mirror image
the reflection
let it all go
I forgive you too

For you held my image so tight
Spit me out instead of fight
Never tell me
Never tell me
If you never tell me
How will I know?

So, yes I am guilty
But I see you in me
I can't make it right
If you don't see the light