Hoof, beak, tail, foot, part of some animal, ain’t it always so? Lip-lock, tip-toe out on the GABUAP, midnight do-si-do Big wingspan and heart of an antelope, flying south alone Chest swoll-up ripe as a cantelope, filled with seeds of love Crow don’t crow Hen don’t hen Girls all know Men don’t men Page one, page two, part of some manual, tells you what you know Diagrams, arrows and labels, important ones in bold Robot heart, out of its manifold, dripping lots of oil Drop a screw into some cavity, better let it go Crow don’t crow Hen don’t hen Girls all know Men don’t men Circus cellphone’s singing right to you Right to you, right to you Choked up, dying of the arcade flu So are you, so are you Fur, claw, tooth, jaw, part of some cannibal, lunching on his own Baby bones crunch in his mandible, spoiling thoughts of home Sacrificing our baby animals to the one most high Hoping God won’t use us as cannonballs to wage war in the sky Crow don’t crow Hen don’t hen Girls all know Men don’t men Circus cellphone’s ringing off the hook It’s for you, it’s for you Broken mirror’s bringing a new look Thanks to you, thanks to you

I am telling you that things won’t always be this grim There is a limb There is a limit to what a man can take And I can promise you that shit’ll always be the same But you can change You can change every day Put down the gum and go brush your teeth Put on some clean clothes instead of Febreeze It’s ok to get caught trying I am telling you there are plenty of fish in the sea So you must be You must beef up your strings to catch anything And I can promise you that there are no rules to the game But you must play You must placate your fears and cast away. Put down the gum and go brush your teeth Put on some clean clothes instead of Febreeze It’s ok to get caught trying Think bigger Live harder Try until your eyes fall out Reach higher Live without doubt Shout damn you, shout damn you, shout I am telling you it can be better than this This is a pit This is a pit stop on your road to the top And I can promise you there’s a real chance that you will succeed Just look at me Just look at medium as not good enough Put down the gum and go brush your teeth Put on some clean clothes instead of Febreeze It’s ok to get caught trying Think big enough and “meh” won’t mean much Think big enough and you can change your luck

Listen up! I chose happiness. And so can you. Choose satisfaction over suffering Choose content over conflict Choose passion over paradigm Choose working on it over getting worn down I saw a vision of a future me A sniveling sycophant groping, choking, groveling shit-shoveler scheming his way to the middle overvalued and unimportant taking punishment as payment grateful and godforsaken And I chose happiness. I got a phone call last week from another me He’s running six years late and his car broke down somewhere in the middle of holy-crap-how’d-i-get-here so, could I pick him up? And I chose happiness. My childhood sent me a Facebook message Asking what happened why’d I change I you we used to be different He wants to join the school paper so he can call someone “Chief” He wants to start a rock band, he wants to be a rabbi, he wants to study garbage or rocks He wants to make art, write books, play house, be cool, be smart, make friends, grades and the team He wants to be a cartoon character, he wants to be a super hero Based on that checklist, I’m something of a failure It’s not a bad read on the situation I certainly failed to meet my own expectations When I chose happiness. And so can you.

I’ve heard tell that the music scene has gone to hell and there hasn’t been a good band since Led Zeppelin, well what happened? ‘Cause if only the strong survive, then the youth must be so strong ‘cause the Kids keep rock alive there will Never be a last great song I read a filibuster about that hipster culture from a blister buster standing proud like Col. Custer They said these kids’ll take a shiv to Western Civilization (ooh, that’s so crazy) They said these kids are the Dead End Generation I’ve heard tell that the music scene can go to hell and there hasn’t been a good band since Nirvana, come on ‘Cause if only the strong survive, then the youth must be so strong ‘cause the Kids keep rock alive there will Never be a last great song I read a dissertation about that hipster nation from a pack of mental patients with a lack of patience They said these kids are the stars of product integration (well, ok maybe) They said these kids are the products of corporations I know I fall prey to this when I say my favorite album dropped in ‘96 I know I played into this when I said that all the sellouts could suck my Didn’t I say, say I was wrong? I read a diatribe against that hipster vibe from the pride of those who are or were what they despise They say these kids have a lack of self-identification (there’s no debatin’ ) They say these kids have a deadened imagination

I lead a rich fantasy life Every night I fly, I fly And my favorite part’s when I raise my arms And rise into the sky, the sky Away we go Into the unknown Just grab my hand and Away we go Into the unknown I lead a rich fantasy life Every night I fight crime, I fight And my favorite part’s when I hide in the dark And spark and ignite fear in hearts If you want to join me Study lucid dreaming And I’ll meet you on the plane I’ll stare at you from outside the window pane ‘Cause I’ll be flying on my own So grab my hand and Away we go!