Wednesday, September 28, 1994

Steve's Friend Sal (date approximate)

I got a hempskin jacket
I got a tie-dyed shirt from The Dead
I got me a sap to hit old ladies over the head
 
I got my 5th wheel trailer (I pay no rent)
I got my friend's address for the mail 
I get four square meals a day from the Jesus Center
 
I got a fourteen year old girlfriend
I got a different name every night
I got a one way ticket to Sacramento city lights 

TV Scene (date approximate)

Got sick with the change in the weather
Got sick of stayin' home alone
There's just too many infomercials
And the jokes are all sounding the same 
         are stupid sounding when I'm stoned
 
Once in a while, Joe comes over
"Kickin' back again," he exclaims
It don't make sense to me either
Except I know it's free
 
I seen a woman spit on a nickle
She had to put it back on the shelf
So I cough, and it rattles
I smoke too much dope myself
 
Things we don't need in this world
Is just another football team
Why don't they bury the Raiders?
There's a big fist in my face
 
With opium wars in the dojo
Santa Claus, the FBI
Open up, open up
Say you just don't know why
 
Look at yourself in the mirror
Vanishing without a trace
He had to stick back the new ones
Cause the old ones just wouldn't sell
 
Flashbacks of TV -- TV Scene (2X)
Welcome to boredom -- Looks like Karma Trivia again 

Thursday, September 1, 1994

The Ballad Of Young Corn Woman (date approximate)

How come I always gotta be the one to sell your corn
Was this the purpose for which I was born?
All day long and in the afternoon heat
"Fresh young corn here, Tender and Sweet!"
 
Shouting at pedestrians from dawn to dusk
After which I still must clean up the husks
Well, I'm all of fourteen, and I'm built for lovin'
Instead of standin' on the corner of this shit brick oven
 
Daddy--
        How come we gotta be so poor?
        An' how come our trailer has no screen door?
        One thing I love, between two I'm torn
        My love for you, Daddy, and my hatred for corn
 
Family farmin' and roadside merchandising
Corn stalks are blocking my future's horizon
Can't leave now, Darling, harvest is coming
Well, I just can't take it, so I better start thumbing 
 

A pothead's house (1994)


Our house, if we could afford one
Wood of course be something
Weed be proud of
Open any window
Inside every cabinet
Weed have smoke
In the morning
And in the afternoon
Weed smoke some more

Cultivating