whispering past the graveyard

Hiding in a small box of thought
trying to get away from the troubles she's got
her motion effects
her dynamic core
can't take it anymore
She goes whispering past the graveyard

She thinks he’s made of stone
She’s tired of it she’s going home
Set him on fire for what he’s done
This stupid war that nobody won
She goes whispering past the graveyard

Wiping the tears from her face…

“Let him dance in the flames of his fallen grace”

“but, there was only you”

357 miles away he whispers,

“There was only you”

His halo slips down around his neck and it chokes him

She goes whispering past the graveyard

Fuck you for what you've done
from a stupid war that nobody won!

She goes whispering past the graveyard

  

The Main Event

We throw the switches in grade B movies
creating random images under red lighting
Where male and female beauties have naked lunch on daisy trains
With a criss cross of mouths and a camp sensibility 
With good nights and thank yous and flowers
From behind omnipresent sunglasses we leave them softer and more confused, but still elegant
We leave them tired of self-centered love
... Ready for the main event



Chemicals

Parsons 2008

Oh darlin’
Oh darlin’
Oh darlin’ I’m nice and numb now

It’s the chemicals that make you pretty that’s what you say
With all those moonlit nights
Blow out the lights
Blow out the lights

Oh darlin’
Oh darlin’
Oh darlin’ I’m nice and numb now

Sunlight images put them to bed
If moonlight on water makes pills downed dead
Then put them to bed
Put them to bed

You absorb
You suck it up
You suck it up
You suck it up
You ask for more

you say, God only shines on pretty people
God only shines on you
you say, God only shines on pretty people
God only shines on you

Oh darlin’



Doll Babies Face Down

Parsons 2008

When they left the theater they gathered a peculiar crowd
Screamed super charged divergent themes
Based on hype, spreading mouth to mouth to mouth

A Marilyn Monroe lookalike stepped forward and approached
smoked glass windows
Selling supercharges
Selling a pure form of breakdown

Several men dressed as ladies
Sour from the glitter
They’re drifting from breakups to breakdowns
Coping with blood-shot eyes

 *but who sings their lullaby
when they’re sad and scared?
Doll Babies face down do
Doll Babies sing for you

They sing for you
Sing for me
Sing for Humanity
Sing for you
Sing for me
Sing for our sanity

When they left the theater they gathered a peculiar crowd

DRUNK ON A WIRE

 Parsons 2010

A charlatan poses two minutes whole
She's got her makeup and her painted hair
In a breath and a wink in the blink of an eye
you know she's got the funk

Her innocence is burning on a tv set
Art is born from a flunk or a punk
Color picture mag prints off a tacky tag
and you know that's junk

*While I'm singing in this New York liquor store, love
I'm a drunk on a wire in a midnight choir baby

 Drama queen she’s on the scene
She's pulling down her wage
I get by, oh god I try
In a breath and a wink in the blink of an eye

 *I'm singing in this New York liquor store, love
I'm a drunk on a wire in a midnight choir baby

I survived her 6 and niner now I'm sinking like an ocean liner!!
I'm balanced on a wire, I'm a man on fire baby rescue me!!

 *While I'm singing in this New York liquor store, love
I'm a drunk on a wire in a midnight choir baby

BEAUTY LEANS HER HEAD

Parsons 2009

 
she's been listening to his pillow-talk instrumentals every night
and she's been calling me and crying
when he's at work and out of sight

she's brittle
she's bony
beauty says she's lonely
she's just sleeping
she's not dead
beauty leans her head

 she's been caught between an echo
and a sound that tears her apart
it was there from the start
and it made her weak
it was there when he began to speak

she's brittle
she's bony
beauty says she's lonely
she's just sleeping
she's not dead
beauty leans her head

black balloons floating by the bed
pop goes one
and beauty leans her head....

CORRUPTED

Parsons 2009

some people blend into the avenue grime                                                                      
with extreme leisure and elements of style
generous with the gin they contort their face
in some circles more terrifying that violence

and from the palm of their hand in the cover of night
their full frontal nudity was just another innocent get-together
in their minds, but not in their hearts

everybody gets corrupted
in a matter of time, in a number of ways by some lie
everybody gets blindsided

and on a silver burning plasma craft
even the aliens watch the 56 channels
searching for a world beyond
thinking all this shit
all this shit must stop

everybody gets corrupted
in a matter of time, in a number of ways by some lie
everybody gets blindsided

Stay down soldier you're going home soon

Stay down… soldier

everybody gets corrupted
everybody gets blindsided

Skin and Bones

Parsons 2008

 
you floating broken prophetic fool
she says i need your personal patch of electric
to rain on their grand traditions
until they beg beg beg
beg for mercy baby

I'm a social butterfly with a juicy fruit system
spreading my belief around the world
with a little hope love and magic
to every load of wasted skin baby

* I might speak like a child but I'll never be alone
I'll crawl right through your skin and bones
to see your lovely eyes
and know that you're there
to touch your skin and pull your hair

seven silver stars gather all around me 'til i can't breathe
popular jealousies have got me moon dizzy
and i'm afraid
i'm afraid this feeling is contagious baby

* I might speak like a child but I'll never be alone
I'll crawl right through your skin and bones
to see your lovely eyes
and know that you're there
to touch your skin and pull your hair

Isnt this electric?!
Isnt this electric?! .....

 * I might speak like a child but I'll never be alone...

MANIACS

Parsons 2010

 
With screeches and shrieks they gather at sunset and wait
For speed and madness
They wait … for change
Wait for drastic change

With bashful eyes and thin skin
A gentle soul that tears in the wind
They wait … for solitude
Wait for solitude

We’ll chew them up then we’ll spit them out!
We’ll build them up then we’ll tear them down!

In smoke filled air and falling leaves
With flicking eyes in a gentle breeze
They wait… for the maniacs
Wait... for the final fall

War Machine

Parsons 2010

The Patient was given 1% skin
With a blue ribbon hand and forearm
With sun exposed options and air contrast

Scalp, hair, head, neck, chest, abdomen and back
And back again
Scalp, hair, head, neck, chest, abdomen and back
And back again
With sun exposed options and air contrast

They’re making a War Machine
Press the button the light is green

Right lower skin exam, sun of hand
Sun of hand
Shave the abnormalities
Sun of hand
Dress the aluminum with a chemical peel

They’re making a War Machine
Press the button the light is green