• New News

    I must admit I'm stunned this time, it seems you've been one-upped this time
    by yourself, I mean; I always knew that you, that you, were short a few...
    ...short of everything, to tell it true, save for a love of violence and newsprint blues
    but I've--honestly--I've got to say, I'm stumped, I'm stumped, I'm stumped this time
    History's morons?--they've been trumped this time. You beat 'em all, yeah, nice and sound.
    The fim crews are out to lunch today, so hold it with your brackish deluge
    Little mistakes, slight misunderstandings, yeah, tiny speed-bumps like throwing shoes
    Hey, just those usual things which come with booze
    with booze, new news, the same old ruse
    --but it looks like you've expanded your repetoire
    since I packed my bags and stepped out the door
    This bruise from you, it ripens well
    There are far too many way to tell
    So be a pal; don't make me choose
    between your everyday blues and the jazz-man's sin.