r we really making love

Tell me do you want to fuck me . . .

Tell me do you want to screw
We're so young what else can we do
We can bump as we hump but forget about love
And believe me when I say we're old enough . . .
Tell me sex is beautiful
Tell me sex is wonderful
Not just our imagination
Tell me that it's God's creation
And that's what I will tell you
'Cause that is all we all want to know
We all want to hear it
'Cause none of us wants to fear it

Oh I don't want to be standing up . . .
Just think of it as a really good deed . . .
And I don't ever want to stop . . .
Oh grant me one of my basic survival needs . . .

Now while we do it
Let's think about it
Now while we do it--
Are we really making love?
Do we really care about each other?
Are we really making love?
Do we need sex to love another?
Are we really making love?
Before what we want, think of what we've given
Are we really making love
With the books and magazines, television . . .

What we want
The world decides for us
We want the opposite sex
To explore us
When we see what everyone else has done . . .
Yeah we see everybody young and old . . .
Our only concept of what is fun . . .
Spread across the pages of the centerfold . . .

Hey baby let's try that
That looks wild
Baby let's try that
Doggie style!
Now let's think about it
As we try it
Let's think about it--
Are we really making love?
Do we have true love for one another?
Are we really making love?
Or do you just look hot in real tight leather?
Are we really making love?
But incredible sex, what else have we given?
Are we really making love
With the books and magazines, television . . .

The question is answered, this is it:
Does anybody really give a shit?
Everybody says maybe we should quit
But I don't really want to do without your tits
This is how we feel it's how we've felt--
(Tell me what are you willing to suck)
Only just like everybody else--
All I'm looking for is a really good fuck

. . . Tell me do you want to fuck me
None of us "make love" today anyway
Tell me do you want to screw
We're so young what else can we do?
Get into bed it's not so tough
And believe me when I say we're old enough . . .


("copywrite" 6:37 pm sunday september 11 1994)

downers in the sky

Look up in the sky
It's a depressing sight . . . today
The cheery bright blue of yesterday
Well it's all turned to deep dark shades of gray . . .

Try to look forward
Try to look ahead
Keep on going
No matter what's to dread--
Never look behind you
The happy times are gone
Don't ever look back
It's not where you belong--
Turn around
And brace yourself
What's to come
Just can't be helped--
We won't be able to
See clearly anymore;
Nothing's gonna be
Like it was before . . .

A storm is coming
See the clouds thicken . . . quickly
Bolts of lightening and thunderclaps they
Remind us of the inevitable coming rain . . .

All we can do
Is to do the best we can
And try to make the best
Of the freedom of the damned--
I know it will be hard
I know it will be painful
'Cause yesterday's love's run
From tomorrow's rainfall--
Hatred prevails now
'Cause ignorance is bliss
We all want to be happy
So we all want to be pissed--
Nothing can be done;
Evil has control
All the good is leaving (gone)
Nothing to condole . . .

See the storm approach and
Hear the thunder hear it again
Feel the rain falling and
Falling forever until the end . . .

Remember the sun
And the pleasant summer breeze
Remember the fields
And all the evergreen trees--
But now say goodbye
All of it is gone
No one tried to save it
'Cause ignorance is strong--
Nobody cares
And nobody will
Along with any goodness
Our surroundings are killed--
To hell in a handbasket
That's where the world went (is going);
We all wanted change
But was this what we meant?

The thunder moves closer
Depression takes a tighter hold
The rain starts to fall harder
You've no choice but to become just as cold . . .

None of us can help it
We can't anymore
If someone does something good
They don't know what for--
The pleasant memories
Well they all fade away
Even if we try
Can't remember yesterday--
No sense in fighting it
Might as well accept it
Why try to change the world
When we're all just rejected?--
There is no hope
There is no positive future
When we live in a world
Where perverts can be preachers . . . !

Nothing can make us happy anymore
When we're on the highway to hell
We can't stop the storm so we can only try
To learn to accept the downers in the sky.


("copywrite" 6:40 pm friday june 3 1994)

freak (parody of Creep by Radiohead copyright 1993 not used by permission)

When you try to hurt
Can you look me in the eye
You're a big fat asshole
Try to make me cry
You act like a fuckface
In your own little world
I know I am special
So very special
'Cause I'm a freak
I'm a fruitcake
Why the hell am I doing this?
I don't believe you
I don't care for norms
I wanna be different
I wanna be a fruit
I wanna be myself
I want you to notice
What I'm not about
So very special
I know I am special
'Cause I'm a freak
I'm a fruitcake
Why the hell am I doing this?
I can't believe you
Oh, I'm beginning to think you don't
You don't really care . . .
Whatever makes me happy
Well that's all I want
I'm so very special
I know I am special
'Cause I'm a freak
I'm a fruitcake
Why the hell am I doing this?
I don't believe you
You're just a moron


("copywrite" 1:42 pm thursday june 15 1995)