Meditations on Art
From Sons of Zeno CD "Zenophobia"
Saving nickels, spending dimes
Got a wet bag full of tangled fishing line
Like a space cadet, wishing on a star
Moonbeams and bad debt, carried in a jar
Right or Left, who knows what’s true
Remember, pain is just God’s way of hurtin’ you
So praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition
Our paths will cross on the Road to Perdition
We were talkin’ ’bout the Battle of New Orleans
Versus the prettiest women you ever seen
With amphetamines and pearls they strangle up your mind
They’ll have you drinkin’ in the lounge ’til quitting time
Now, in Marguaritaville , they have a little saying,
"There ain’t no song, that ain’t worth playing"
And if you’re the kind that can love a tune,
I can tell ya for sure, God knows about you
I can prove to you, I own a star
It’s not a Galaxy, but it’s more than a car
It’s like a solar system, or whatever you call it,
Look, I got picture right here, in my wallet
They got billions like me, we’re talkin’ humanoid
They’ve even got guys like Charlie Parker, and Sigmund Freud
And just like you and me, they like to watch T.V.
Except they turn down the sound and use E.S.P.
I got my Mom out-a prison , and why wouldn’t I?
She shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
Now prison made me bitter, but it made her strong
She do the Tube Snake Boogie, all night long
Ever since I got my card for medical marijuana,
I’ve tried to find a job, but I just don’t wanna
I’ve got a resume, just as cool as ice,
But they’re such a bunch of assholes, I just can’t be nice
God Damn! All these rules and regulations
Gonna take my problem to the United Nations
Y’know Summertime Blues, ain’t my imagination
Billionaires screwin’ up the whole damn nation
It’s costing me a dime just to make a nickel
When all I wanna do is ride my motorcycle
Tina Fey made me do it, just by bein’ on T.V.
She did the Alligator , I did the Midnight Creep
I believe that jukebox gon’ blow a fuse
That’s Joe Tex singin’, real Rhythm and Blues
Knockin’ back Jack, payin’ my dues
I’d walk a country mile in Eric Clapton’s shoes
Now Mamma plays country, Daddy plays swing
Little Sis says "it don’t mean a thing,
If it ain’t got that swing" , you won’t be rockin’
I dig Bob Wills music, now we’re talkin’!
note:Many references to artists I admire in the lyric here. All "subtle" references are intentional.