Woke up this morning and put on my face I came alive Unstuck my sideburns and jumped into space I came alive I came alive You cut the heavens and dealt out some grace I came alive Put on a fever and burned up this place I came alive I came alive Pick up the beach boys phone tell Acid cat he’s not alone Cause out where the buffalo roam The wizard has a nice home So open your arcane books And summon a magic cook Cause we live in an uncharted zone And our cupboards are dry as a bone Woke up this morning burrowed in my nest I came alive Unzipped my skin suit and aired out my chest I came alive I came alive A scorpion without a frog A footstep in the mud A path through Jurassic woods A trip around the neighborhood So pick up the beach boys phone Call an Indian god and goddess Thank you to Ganesh and thank you Pocahantas

You called me up the other day in the middle of the afternoon It was hard to hear you there was too much noise in your room You were watching the Simpson’s and listening to Young Emcee I was playing Donkey Kong on my TV, said it felt like 1993 Frankly I’m so over it, I don’t want to sing this verse It’s about my younger days and how they’re infinitely worse With my girl, with the world there was plenty of uncertainty That’s how you know this verse had to be, written about 2003 And it makes me wonder (wonder) If my whole life could be an endless summer (summer) Sometimes I swear it feels like I must be getting Younger, Younger, Younger, oh oh We were in the Ozarks it was the first time in 5 years Everything was exactly the same and so not at all how it appeared Sometimes I think this graveyard is holding my entire tribe Who’d have guessed you’d be the one to survive, not back in 2005 The day was prolly august, the place was 3 pm It is always Sunday in the Ramsell basement The light is soft the couch is not, we’re ready for you to arrive This could be any year you were alive, why not 1995? And it makes me wonder (wonder) If my whole life could be an endless summer (summer) Sometimes I swear it feels like I must be getting Younger, Younger, Younger, oh oh (whole thing 2x)

Little clump of hair Circling the drain Little clump of hair circling the drain You were once a part of me, now you’re simply disgusting Little clump of hair In your underwear Little clump of hair in your underwear Why do all the other kids stare, why, why isn’t it there? Little clump of hair Finely on your face Little clump of hair finally on your face You’ve been waiting for years for this funny excuse for a beard Little clump of hair L-i-double t-le, C-l-u-m-p Will I be with you always, will you be with me Little (little) clump of hair, little (little) clump of hair L-i-double t-le, C-l-u-m-p Will I be with you always, will you be with me Circling the, circling the, circling the drain

I was boxing the other day with about 55 minutes of Trip Hop It threw a right hook, nearly knocked me on my ass if I could I would have kicked the beat, but my foot was on the gas It reminded me of us trying to find the best secondbest Mexican food this side of a chainlink fence Instead we found a man my father knew before he was my dad when my padre’s padres used to take him and his siblings out to dance Nineteen is a number Too high in my head to count in Spanish 2 close for foreign language, so I switch to English instead You were an African Whiteboy, but I was the least Mexican thing in the room until an old lady bussing tables spotted me and smiled the fuck out of her 3 remaining teeth and recognized me as someone who would recognize her as La Abuelita: Tiny Grandmother Spirit whose warmth bakes adobe bricks whose song is the good parts of the desert whose helping hand is the Angels in the Outfield of the Kitchen lifting every heavy ladle which scoops beans onto a child’s plate And after dinner OR on a completely different day OR (As time origamis into a box) at that exact same moment I dreamed a world of wax walls melting birthday candle clown faces colored lines, a taxicab and the ubiquitous even-now-I-see-it-so-clearly Legless Ivory Zebra Dueling Pistol I’m amazed at how stark and vivid these memories are There were plenty of people who came over that week but when you weren’t there, there was no one there So now I ask you, Argonaut, are you not not here?

Haunted by a ghost I never met He lives in a pile of books at the foot of your bed Your i-yi-yi-yi-yo Haunted by the ghost of the books you’ve read So many great last words bouncing round in your head Your i-yi-yi-yi-yo When all of your jokes become one long held note And you hope you don’t forget the way that it goes Well you should already know, It’s time to let go Time to let go of your ghosts and your i-yi-yi-yi-yo Haunted by the ghosts of forgotten friends They live on the other side of pushing send Pushing your i-yi-yi-yi-yo Haunted by the ghost living in your neck He chokes you up and fills your throat with regret Fills it with your i-yi-yi-yi-yo When all of your jokes become one long held note And you hope you don’t forget the way that it goes Well you should already know, It’s time to let go Time to let go of your ghosts and your i-yi-yi-yi-yo Oh the ghost I’ve never met I hope he likes what I’ve done and said I’d ask him but he’s obviously dead But he’ll re-exist when his pages are reread By your eyes Your i-yi-yi-yi-yo