Cartoon Blues

I listened to a lecture of nonsense 'til dawn

By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on

He said, "How did you ever dream up that song

The one where the baby dies?"

I said "I'll tell you the secret, which one's your good ear?

Yeah, people are made up of water and fear

If there weren't women present we wouldn't be here

So let's make like we're friends"

And the pot turned to powder and soured the mood

And the people I'd come with were gone from the room

So I asked like a child, "May I be excused?"

And disobeyed them all

Into that late night latrine rain soaking through my shoes

I tried walking backwards to get less confused

Working off the theory I could never prove

That it was life itself to blame

In time we'll win the world like a failed revolution

A tumor we could not remove

An old friend, a constant the blues

Now, my days are distractions sit wringing my hands

Solitaire, crosswords and films on demand

When you turn from a cartoon back into a man

You start to smell that human smell

And so I sleep with the fan on to drown out the street

And the noise rising up from the bar underneath

But for that inconvenience all my drinks are free

So I guess it's just as well

Why do I envy the ending right from the start

Just get it together to take it apart

Watching the horse as it follows the cart

I sweep up my broken spell

And I felt something changing the world

Like a new constitution

A thief I would have to pursue

At all times, at all costs the truth