i hear the sound of drums and guitars in kenmore square in the blue max at bognor regis at some foolish frat house in durham new hampshire or a shack in newcastle maine where i backed my old pinto over a cliff while high as shit lucky it was just the rear wheels so some dudes hauled me out with their truck and she ran just fine leaving one more drunk on the road that night drums drums drums and guitars g g allin was ill at the rat boys life backing up the neighborhoods i danced with a japanese girl her eyes glittered with raging tears her skin smelled of beef tallow and that was all i needed she said i shouldnt think her husband a sap for being out of town while she was going home with me but he was and she made me pay i hear the sound of drums and guitars in the student hall at brighton polytechnic my buddy and me had picked mushrooms all day in the deer park and they felt like really bad speed with no hallucinations and the band played super loud forget their name cause they were never famous couldnt get a girl to look twice so we went to the pub and drank jubilee ale strong as royal malice my pal had a new austin mini and he died in it later that year you wanna talk about drums and guitars what about the night at the locomotive in old beirut when wichita vortex took the stage with borrowed gear and a borrowed drummer hamlet and beast and little hollywood doing the rest killing the crowd making their disco ass ears bleed fuckin tintin never showed with his camera so they got no pictures to show the world they existed that they played and trashed the place like kings not bad for some happy horseshit high school freaks who all went home with horny local matrons only the borrowed drummer bothered to pick up his money and i heard it didnt work out for him either
the man tommy
tommy was a working stiff
no shade no shame
he toiled in his whites
in the service halls of the hospital
and in the basement food store where
he toted and delivered all the stuff they gave him
push this truck to white cafeteria please tommy
the new dietitian would say
you never get over that noise
at lunchtime he went to beacon hill pub
and drank his slippery nipples
his wife worked down at the stop and shop
and sometimes she would join him in her hotness
but did you ever have a moment when you knew
the exact second you fucked up
when you could feel the indifferent shift of fate
the good luck and the bad standing on the turn
that was tommy in his moment and it went to shit
coming back on the job from the pub one afternoon
tommy felt mighty tired
he and the wife had been up all night
doing that thing giving it a good go and he was beat
the food store was huge and full of boxes
so he made a little den and went to sleep
no one missed him and they all screwed off home
the new dietitian thought she was the last one out
locking the door to set the alarm
and tommy was in for the duration
he awoke from foul dreams in the dark
poked out his nose like the outhouse mouse
saw his catastrophe in all its horror
and started in to cussin
he didnt dare put on a light but
he had his smokes and his lighter
he knew where the birthday candles were kept
for the sad patients who needed them
and he set himself up a little bivouac
i have to wait this motherfucker out he said
he found a couple hits of acid in his pocket
and he ate them just to pass the time away
and after a while things began to stretch and shimmer
he started tripping to beat shit
hallucinating like a pig
poor man how he suffered
not from fear or psychosis but thirst
by the light of precarious candles
he started to forage and search
and found where they kept the good liquor for
the doctors and the board members and
other lovers of people
they wont mind if i take a little drink he thought
they got plenty here
but the wobbling shadows got him down
and the loneliness fucked with his head
he started to weep and rock and
he lurched to the phone on the desk and called home
baby im stuck he yelled
you got to help me
he could hear the tv on at home
his wife said baby did you hear
president reagan been shot
i dont give a fuck shouted tommy
get me outta this shit
yeah some crazy kid went and
shot the president but he aint dead yet
but by now the horrors
formed and loomed around
our questing tommy
he busted out the fire exit and
tried to outrun the alarms
it took four security
to get him to emergency
where they put the haldol to him
quick as shit
then they took him to mcclain
for to shake the ghosts away
and to wait
for his wandering mind to show
well what are you gonna do
after a stunt like that
the hospital had to let him go
and his wife liked to kid him
as she rustled in her buzz
about that camping trip he took
in eighty one
hash party
listen up when the oligarch speak chiclet seller better have a good day and never think about smoke no jay make you an idiot looking for trouble down on the shores of saint georges bay riding a rocket in the fuddling air old beyrouth in the martyrs square i know you can find hash dealers there say hash baby you can smoke it listen up when the hegemon shrieks hope your business is minding itself you pay your taxes and keep the peace better keep up with the project in hand so lofty valley in the mountains fair hash is growing most everywhere diggin the stones of the ancient rome i buy me a kilo and take it on home go hash baby you can eat it in the brothel where the girls are sweet we smoke that hash when we go to sleep i make a shape what a wonderful thing when i find it for paper and find it for paper i see the deputy in his chamber that the minister cant remember mister customs man gets paid oh by the neighborhood smuggler babe its hash cost a little money yeah listen up when the commissar say you gotta pray if you wanna get paid big hash party in istanbul we gonna break shit down so cool and on the streets of the old uk cardboard filter is the only play we walkin out on the abbey road big heads can carry that heavy load aw hash you know it loves me baby
portwine the spy
my children my fellow prisoners some men are false we may deny it true the broad day smiles as the rain eases but the false man smiles so easily and are we not always told to give the other man the benefit of any doubt as he slips the acid into your wine i claim secret knowledge today to share with any who care of portwine the man and his mission under formerly levantine skies an agent of state and thus kryptonite safe in warlike days gone by portwine carried the money over the road to old damascus to pay for coups and votes and arms for virtuous men who saw their way clear to a proper way of thinking all this i heard from the man himself in the presence of wonderful bunnies at the london playboy club over steaks and irish coffee i assure and assert my right mind to the group in spite of the many trips i have took in the wilds of chelsea and saint johns wood where the hunter rides in a cab do you hear what they say my portwine they will see you hanged one day moon faced paterfamilias an asset ahead of your time syrian people are shouting at you they are sticking their knives into you and you laugh in their faces and spit out the blood while capering over the rubble wily portwine taught me stealth and the joys of clandestine life stealing old songs for new and riding the backs of the farthest behind on the streets of hamra people would say are you looking for portwine the spy he lives in hazmiyeh quite near asfouriyeh and he really loves to get high oh yes