Monster Walks The Winter Lake, 1986

My Town
All their dreams are paper crowns
scraps of which are thrown in the wind fall down -
round the wind corner
tumble down
scatter round
fall down.
My town.

Shadows sweep a tumbledown
scraps of birds are thrown in the wind fall down -
round the wind corner
tumble down
scatter by
fall down.
My town.

Birds are havin a party
when the sun goes down.
My town.

Writers: Thomas.
© 1986 Hearpen Music


My Theory Of Spontaneous Simultude / Red Tin Bus
Murky angles,
pink triangles is how I feel -
fragments of thought
hangin like mobiles in the air.

That's how I feel.
I'm sorry.
I feel abstract tonight.
I feel abstracted.

It reminds me of a theory of mine.
It's called, I call it Spontaneous Simultude.
it goes something like this:
EVERYTHING IS LIKE SOMETHING,
ANYTHING LIKE SOMETHING ELSE.

And in technical terms I can express it algebraically:
A -
Gimme an "A," Allen.
"A"
A equals B.
"B."
You...
"U."
...bet.

Let's try it on for size.
Complete this phrase, David,
I AM LIKE __________
"I am like..."
Complete the phrase!
"I am like... a song."
See how that makes sense - 'I am like a song'!
Tony, complete this phrase,
I AM LIKE __________
"A train."
A train! Now, see how everything starts to make sense when you get spontaneous simultude goin here?
"Wait a minute, I've got another idea!"
No, you've had your turn.
Allen, I AM LIKE __________
"You."
Wow, yeah - ho-ho-ho!
Garo, complete this phrase,
I AM LIKE __________
[Mumble]
Like a what?
[Mumble]
Garo is from New York so we won't count him -
I'm going to complete a phrase now.
I AM LIKE A RED TIN BUS.
See how that makes sense?
It makes sense, doesn't it?

I am like a red tin bus,
made in Taiwan.
People's faces are painted on but they're painted on in alarm.
People would see me, they'd say,
"Man, who's that crazy bus driver sittin in that bus driver's seat?"

Oh, I am like...
"Another song!"

Writers: Thomas-Hild-Maimone-Ravenstine-Yellin.
© 1986 Hearpen Music



Coffee Train
Makes me desperate
Makes me weird
Makes me desperate
Makes me weird.

Coffee Train, Coffee Train, Coffee Train, Coffee Train.
Coffee Train.
Feel that train coming.

I feel that train
I feel fuzzy
I feel Fuzzy
I feel...
Fuzzy.

Say, the coffee train doesn't stop here, does it?
Oh.

Writers: Thomas-Maimone-Ravenstine.
© 1986 Hearpen Music



What Happened To Me
Such a thing could never happen to me
or anyone I know
Not I
Not me - at the bottom of the sea.
Not I, not me, at the bottom of the sea.

Such a thing could never happen to me
or anyone I know
To Pharoah, to Harold
to the Turks long ago -
they were all laid low
Not I
not me - at the bottom of the sea.
Not I, not me, at the bottom of the sea.

Hapless
hopeless
a figure of fun -
children are pointing
They're saying, "He's the one!"
Such a thing could never happen to me
or anyone I know.

So hapless
hopeless
a figure of fun -
children are pointing
saying, "He is the one!"
Such a thing never happens to me
or people that I know.
Not I, not they, not the sea.

Writers: Thomas.
© 1986 Hearpen Music


Bicycle
Under the moonlight
a woman and her bicycle ahead of me
They float - carefree and buoyant
balanced in the air
They drift between the curves of a quiet street
between the banks of a slow deep stream.

Under the moonlight
the night breathes and it enfolds us
Its scent of warm skin is fragrant and fine
It binds us together
suspended in time
we drift with the current of a slow deep stream.

Remember this moment
Remember it tomorrow
at the edge of the Winter Lake
Remember,
say it out loud
Say it.

Writers: Thomas-Maimone.
© 1986 Hearpen Music


Monster Magee, King Of The Seas
Monster Magee
King of the seas
Monster Magee
Riddle me-ree.

Monster Magee
King of the seas
Monster Magee,
he's a man of mystery.

Wheel him out here...
"What is black and white and read all over?

"Can you tell me when a door is not a door?
"Ha-ha-ha!
"When it's ajar!"

Monster Magee
King of the seas
Monster Magee
Riddle me-ree.

Monster Magee
King of the seas.

Writers: Thomas.
© 1986 Hearpen Music





Monster Walks The Winter Lake

Part 1
A monster is an imaginary animal
compounded of incongruous elements.

Sound like, uhm, anyone you know?
No?

A monster is an imaginary animal
Now, we've patched ours together
from parts that don't matter
We made him live for someone to talk to.

He's monstrous and kind
playful and charming
People love him
and we love him too.

It's just he's got no heart
He's got no part of a past
He's got no part of a future
He's got nothing to confide
He's got nothing to share,
He's got no heart.

What kind of a price to pay for no comfort,
What kind?

Part 2
It's the silence between us
stretches out
most like forever
most like forever
or a winter lake.

As far as it can see
white and unbroken
tense and undeterred
how silence is physical
reach out and touch it.

Out there
Out there
roams the great white bear
King of the Land of the Silence between us -
He's King of the Land of the Silence between us

Signifies Time.

Dangerous
overfed and
deathly slow -
Moby Bear!
Moby Bear!

Part 3
But, for Monster
it's always summertime
Don't ya see he doesn't see?

Through the trees
like it was a snowing
there were parts and parts of flowers blowing.

The monster
takes a walk with you.

it's not so bad
to be with me.

Oh, the wind,
the wind was blowing.

Through the leaves
it was showing.

There's a monster
walks with you.

It's not so bad.

Part 4
Don't ya see he doesn't see?

Down to the lake he goes
watchin the water roll in

Down to the lake he goes -
his pickup truck
he's got stereo dogs in the back
and he's at the water
and the water's big
and it's gray and big.
He says, Big.
He says, Big.
Don't you see how big it is?

Watchin the water go in -
molecules of it are so big
they're bouncin off the rocks
like popcorn
You have to brush it from your hair.

Oh.
So, darlin, reach your hand out
and take a handful -
a molecule of your own choosing
a souvenir of the day Monster walks with you.

A handful of air slips between your fingers
And Monster says
When I'm gone
when I'm gone
just don't say I never gave ya anything.


And it's not so bad
It's not so bad, is it?
Not so bad to be with me.

Writers: Thomas-Hild-Yellin.
© 1986 Hearpen Music




Monster Thinks About The Good Days
Monster Magee thinks about the good days ahead
Nothing is guaranteed
but nowhere is it said
that a fellow with shoes as big as a boat
can't be bound and determined to float.

And as the townspeople wave from the beach
the water pulls Monster more out of reach
Sky blue
Salmon sea
Gold's the color there's ought to be,

as Monster thinks about the days he's going to see.
Monster thinks about the days there's going to be.

Writers: Thomas-Maimone.
© 1986 Hearpen Music

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