Song For Sharon (date approximate)

My pencil lead 

Is about to break

I don't know how much 

More it can take 

Of these worn out phrases

And sad clichés

Will my love return

One of these days? 

 

With sadness & boredom

My life was filled

If I didn't break out

I'd be there still 

 

When I think of how

We fell in love

We may have been crazy

But when push comes to shove

I'll always love you, babe

I will always love you, babe

 

Yeah

Yeah

 

My guitar strings

Are about to break

So I'd better play fast

For goodness sake

My time is over -- and this song is too

Just enough room -- to tell you I love you 

 

Train Wreck -- Feel Like Crap (date approximate)

Well, I feel like a train wreck

And I smell like a bum crappin' corn

I woke up this morning

Far from the underwear I'd worn

I'm still amazed that I made it

All the way to lunch break

That pastrami sandwich must 

Surely have been a mistake

Last night a twelve pack

Some tough talk, some things to forget

Like peein' in a bottle and 

Gettin' the hotel seats all wet

But like lightning, like standin' at the gates of hell

I answer the questions and stagger off

Knowing all is well

I'm the highest functioning retard

The world has ever seen

And if I had it to do over

Maybe I'd just drink two or three

Feel like crap

Feel like crap

Feel like crap

Feel like crap

Feel like crap

Feel like crap

Feel like crap

Feel like crap

 

Sharon's Sexmonster Rap (date approximate)

I like it hard

I like it fast

I like it when you whip my ass

 

I like you hard

I like you strong

I like your big King Kong

 

I like you hot 

I like you thick

I like your big fuck stick

 

Please give me the shaft baby

When you fuck me you drive me crazy

 

Stick me in the pink hole

Stick me in the -- Oh, no!

 

 

**written and performed by Sharon Golding on my Sexmonster song which can be heard here on Soundcloud.** 

 

 

Spitballing (date approximate)

Call It Second Best

I loved your sister, but I married you

But it doesn't matter cause she's married to a Jew

 

Queen of Quarters

 

_______________

 

Man Hoggin' Beast

 

You sleep with my man

You steal the sheets

You take all the love

When you're in heat

 

_____________

 

The Meat And The Heat (What I like about mama)

 

 

 

**I think these were things Sharon came up with and had me write down as potential song ideas. She was not always one to finish a song, but she was convinced that she was giving me gold, so I was always compelled to take notes. I'm pretty sure "Man Hoggin' Beast" was about our cat, Meaty.** 

Slow Fuckin' Blues (date approximate)

Slow fuckin' blues

Ain't no doubt about it

 

I can't hear

Out of one ear

I'm goin' play the drums

That's all I'm gonna do

So screw you!

 

I can sit on my duff

Pound loud enough

That the neighbors get mad

Fuck you, neighbors

That's just too bad

 

Fuck me?

No, fuck you! 

A House Is Not A Home (date approximate)

A house is not a home

When you're living all alone

'Cept for a dog and a cat

 

A dog is not a dog

Without his bitch

A cat is not a cat

Without her claws in something

                                   something

 

So ya wanna be a bum?

And have some fun?
Or try and do the same old trick

And be bloodsucked by a tick

                                   that'll never

                                                ever go AWAY

 

___________________________________

 

GEE, DO YA

THINK I'M MENTAL OR WHUT?

SO ANYWAY -- TAKE IT -- I GOT NOTHING

                                              NOTHING 

 

 

 

Waiting For A Basket (date approximate)

I'm waiting for a basket

And I can't get down

My portable housing

Won't get me around

 

Now I know what you're thinkin'

That I'm some kind of bum

Cuzz I sleep in elevators

That just don't run

 

I used to see places and

Faces and people and things

Sutures and scriptures and bitches in 

Ditches and fishes with itches

Now I'm waiting for a basket

 

A basket, a basket

I only dare to ask it

I placed my hopes and dreams

Inside and thought it would protect it

I carried my eggs to town in it

And some dumb fucker smashed it

 

Now I'm lookin' for a new basket

 

 

 

 

 

 

*This song was written during the time I was working at H&H TV and VCR Repair in Chico. I was a receptionist, but I also did minor repairs and cleanings of VCRs. 

 

The basket is the transport mechanism behind the little door in the front of the VCR into which one inserts the video cassette. These mechanisms would rarely fail on their own, but if a tape got stuck and person was desperate to get it out, they might resort to prying it out with a butter knife. 

 

This would happen in cases of porno tapes getting jammed because people would pause them on certain spots for so long that the tape would wear away and gum up the rollers, or get wrapped around the video head drum due to overheating. In these cases, the repair would usually get approved even though the cost of a new basket alone might exceed the value of the unit. But secrets had to be kept, so we provided the service with discretion. 

 

When a new part was ordered, I would place a bit of masking tape on the VCR, and it would sit on a shelf awaiting its arrival. The title of the song comes from a piece of tape on a VCR labeled "Waiting for a basket."

 

Everything has a back story, and now you know the one behind this little obscure piece of historical trivia.

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 

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 

 

Untitled (date approximate)

Thieves and liars and shopping cart pushers all crowded around my door

Laundry mat, trailer park Winchell's Donut patrons

All coming to settle a score

Aborted fetuses and welfare mothers

Cowboys, junkies, cops and others

(More criminal than myself, that's for sure)

Collect on my doormat and want to inhabit

The storage bin under my porch

I get tired of the fighting that always breaks out whenever I let one come in

I just never learn to padlock my mouth shut, I don't guess I'll ever win

All I can do is leave out some food in a dish

Throw out my line, and try to catch a fish

Caught without a plan, I'm caught

Standing in the beer department of my supermarket

While all eyes from behind glass & down aisles and 

otherwise look at my car & how I park it 

I'm not a lunatic, but I always try

To break out of reality now & again

It's just a shame that when I get there or

Leave here (whatever's the case) someone always knows my name 

Untitled (date approximate)

I been tryin' to figure out a way to

Make sure that the sun will shine all the time

But I hear its gettin' cloudy, and I

Think the time has come to say goodnight

 

So don't you worry

If you don't feel the same way

It can't always be day

When the sun is shining, it's nighttime in our world

 

So if you find the time

While I'm not lookin' away at some horizon

I'd be delighted just to find you

Was standin' next to me

 

Look at all those tomorrows

I let slip on away

But each day I make us closer strangers

Each time that smile creeps on your face 

 

Woke Up Dreaming (date approximate)

Yesterday, I woke up dreaming

You were lying next to me

The cuckoo clock had stopped its screaming

Undaunted was the dawn

Morning coffee cups were steaming their

Sighs of life into your yawn

The tired world of yesterday 

With little fuss was swept away

And as the light of day comes streaming

A new one rises, bright and gleaming 

Resin Stain (date approximate)

Resin stain -- Cleaning my bong stem again

It's a weekly thing

Like to get a clean white sheet of paper

Then I start to go wild with my scraper

 

Put the scraper in

Scrape it around

Pull some resin out

Place it in a mound

 

Resin stain -- you're reminding me

It's time to clean my pipe out again

Keep savin' it up, savin' it up

Until some desperate day

 

Gonna throw me a party

We're gonna have a big 'ole ball

With resin three inches thick

 

I'm not horny

I'm not sick

But I gotta scrape my lungs with a stick

Oh, yeah

 

My eyelids close

My brain's on hold

Gonna die of cancer sooner or later I'm told

But my brain will be dead 'fore I ever get old

 

Death is coming for me, I hear him at the door

And in heaven, I won't scrape 'ole blackie no more

No, I won't have to scrape blackie no more 

Lady From Mars (date approximate)

She's been makin' diamonds cause she says she's magic

Says she's Madonna and Stevie Nicks

Sellin' spoonfuls of coffee for a quarter

Is just on of her tricks

 

Four in the morning, goddamn, she's at it again

Talkin' about a baby she may never see again

We can't help you girl, we gotta sit in these chairs

We only get paid to play solitaire

 

Lady from Mars

Showered outdoors

Most of the time until it got cold

Behind closed doors

This lady from Mars

Can still be bought and sold

 

Where will you go when the State won't fund

Your Martian love affairs

When the men you've known

All have empty stares

 

Lady from Mars

Gonna go back to Texas

A place she's never been

Don't be alarmed

Lady from Mars

You'll never see me again 

You're About All I Can Handle (date approximate)

You're about all I can handle

With all that you think

You're intelligent, emotional

And I'm living at the brink

 

So my dad introduced us

Well, alright

He's a cool intellectual

So was I

 

A big comma separates us

What of it

__________________

 

Title    All I Want Is Your Blood (is that coming on too strong?)

 

Verse   I'm a pleasant sort of guy

              I want to see you die

 

__________________

 

 

Bury me in a wooden coffin

Plant me in the cold, solid earth

By my grave, let flowers bloom

Daises and violets there in the dirt

 

           In the dirt   

Untitled (Feb 12, 1993)

Don't say anything if it lacks conviction

The priest performs the malediction

Servile, lame -- the passive many

A few look for truth, but none find any

 

"It" answers back in the dark of night

"Let your eyes behold the sight!"

The hissing of flies, the stench of blood

Engorge your senses like a flood

 

Cursing, screaming, they drag you out

To cleanse you of the slightest doubt

You claw the pavement, desperate, afraid

With none to save you from the choices you made

 

In your darkest agonizing hour

Clutch at what you cannot hold

There's no rest, no peace for they

Who've gained the world have pawned their souls

 

And the lion shall lie down with the lamb

And the lamb shall like it! not be afraid

 

There's no splendor in the world

Like a slut in all her glory

No pleasure, no warmth compareth to

Her insides cut and gory

 

 

 

 

*I'm not going to whitewash this. It was a dark, sick time for me. I have some serious issues with some of the thoughts expressed during this period.   

Untitled (Jan 30, 1993)

Brood of dogs, bitches calling

Evil sirens, witches crawling

Foggy night, driving in darkness

An open grave, the sweet adulteress

 

A snake in the grass

A bird in the hand

A hand in the bush

A boot in the ass

 

Bite of spider, sting of wasp

Kiss of death, so count the cost

Pleasure's torture, torture's pain

Heaven's loss is Satan's gain

 

White flesh, red blood

Tasting wine as rivers run

Virgins and infants, mothers and whores

Angels that I adore 

 

Bloodbath (Jan 30, 1993)

You don't want none of this

Take my advice cause I'm really pissed

Take the day off, get far away

I'm gonna have a bloodbath today

 

There's a few people who are on my list

Instead of good morning, they shake their fist

I stay up late planning 'case there's something I missed

I've been planning for this bloodbath today

 

I don't care who bleeds or dies

Just want to rid the world of staring eyes

Judgement of God, let it come through me

To punish man's inhumanity

 

Souls on fire

Bodies torn

Limb from bloody limb

Arch angels

Turn away their faces from the din

 

Gonna be a bloodbath today

Gonna be a real bloodbath today

Did I tell you?

A bloodbath today!

 

Jan 30, 93 

Untitled (Jan 93, date approximate)

Well, I worship the devil, yeah, that's some joke

Cause I met him one time, and we hardly spoke

He was uneasy, and quite uncertain, you see

Just another schizophrenic loser like me

 

Once upon a time, so the legend says

Jesus came to save us from our sins

What's the difference anyway?

Change must come from within 

 

Oh, hey can you see the star-spangled lies?

That keep us working just in vain?

It's just another excuse for enslavement -- employment

For some fat cat business man's gain

 

Well, listen, Shorty, cause I'll tell you

I got my own agenda, I got things to do

When I get to hell, I tell you, well --

I'm gonna have a better place than you

 

Devil is out to get those who are shaking in their shoes

Realize, everybody, you have nothin'

                                                nothin'

                                                    left to lose