Sticks & Stones
B.R.Hornsby

Scabby head knobby kneed old nappy head
Thunder thighs, juicing all turning red
Pizza face pop it quick old nasty old
Pits old panty waist
Knotty headed fatty cakes

Oh sticks and stones can break my bones
But your words always hurt me the most
My scars will heal but the slurs won't
Blow up and lose my head well I hope I don't (I hope I don't)

Gousy ass drool face old beady-eyed
Fat half-a-deck big ones like old dick speck
Nasty buckteeth stainbreath zit-faced fetus
Brain sucking wind twinin', hummin' funkenstain

Oh sticks and stones can break my bones
But your words always hurt me the most
My scars will heal but the slurs won't
Blow up and lose my head well I hope I don't (Well, I hope I don't)

Sucking wind oh tell me when does it end

Oh sticks and stones can break my bones
But your words always hurt me the most
My scars will heal but the slurs won't
Blow up and lose my head well I hope I don't

My skin is so thin you can see through it
Oh, laughing your asses off oh don't do it
Laughing our asses off dying our slow death
Talkin' about the buckteeth stainbreath

Cartoons & Candy
B.R.Hornsby

Oh don't the sun look lonesome tonight
Shining down through the trees
I'm feeling like such a mannish child
Bottlenecking while I'm eating gummy fleas

I'm watching cartoons and eating little candy
And everybody here wants to be like me
Walking on the sidewalk with W.C. Handy
And all the little wannabees turn to see

I'm getting up, time to dust my broom
Sing nursery rhymes of pain
I'm trading cards with John the Conqueroro
We're setting up our toy mystery trains

I'm watching cartoons and eating little candy
And everybody here wants to be like me
Walking on the sidewalk with W.C. Handy
And all the little wannabees turn to see

I'm eating chocolate chip cookie dough
Heading down the crossroads
Walking with my jelly beans
Sitting at the master's knee

(All aboard! All aboard!)

I'm watching cartoons and eating little candy
And everybody here wants to be like me
Walking on the sidewalk with W.C. Handy
And all the little wannabees turn to see

The Chill
B.R.Hornsby

I swear I see shadows and movement
Seen the signs and heard the rumors
Adrenaline is a-flowing
Look at me with my eyes a-glowing
I feel a man there with eyes a-blazing
I say this and know no one's listening
Stand on the corner, sweat a-glistening
See dim lights on some nights
Imagination hold on tight

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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Sure there's someone in there
Saw those curtains moving air
If you'll go then I will

Closer still here comes the chill
Never seen anyone come out
Never seen anyone go in
Movement at my back it's just the wind
Just the wind or a finger on my skin
No no more I've had my fill
Been run through, run through the mill
Try to smile but I feel it still
Feeling feeling the chill

Big Swing Face
B.R.Hornsby

Our cymbal crashing, your teeth gnashing
You're in your element
We love to see you, we'd love to be you
You're in your elephant
Costume, do whatever you've got to do
To make the people scream for you
We love you when you've got your

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Big Swing Face
You're rolling eyes way out in space
Looks like a beautiful beautiful place
You've got your Big Swing Face
You're in the arena, you bow to the crowd
But you'd better look down
Some people laughing, it's easy to laugh
When your zipper's down
Down, fly's open
I know you're the great one
You're so hilarious, you're leaving us in the dust

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In your costume foolery
Beads, sandals and jewelry
You're a funny guy
We'll never wonder why
We love it when you've got your

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This Too Shall Pass
B.R.Hornsby

Got to get something done today
Give accomplishment a shot
Might not have a full palette to use
But I'm gonna paint with the colors I've got
There are your hopes and ideals you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
Sorrowful times are here but they won't last
'Cause this too shall pass
Feeling like a lazy tub of lard
Rajneesh Jr. gave me his business card
Think I'll take the personality test
To document my fine mess this far
There are your hopes and dreams you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
First place man will one day roll in last
'Cause this too shall pass
Better get on out to the starting line
They're coming soon gonna fix it in time
I just want to get what's mine
Not a fortune gonna just, gonna just love life
And this too shall pass
Do what you got to do to find a cure
For the things that make you feel so impure
Just how I don't know for sure
Sometimes misery has a strange allure
There are your hopes and ideals you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
Sorrowful times are here but they won't last
'Cause this too shall pass
There are your hopes and dreams you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
Sorrowful times are here but they won't last
'Cause this too shall pass

Try Anything Once
B.R.Hornsby

Somebody cracks you upside the head
Makes you forget everything you read
Bet you don't have to crack him back
Walk away let it go and you're in the stack
What the hell
I'll try anything once
Got to keep an open mind this time
What the hell
I'll try anything once
Got to keep an open mind in these times
Spewing venomous epithets
Somebody don't like your epaulets
Take offense let him get in your way
Or let it go and laugh all day
What the hell
I'll try anything once
Got to keep an open mind this time
What the hell
I'll try anything once
Got to keep an open mind in these crazy times
This time I've got my mind
This time I've got my mind right
This time I'll open my mind right

Take Out the Trash
B.R.Hornsby

This is an epic story of romance,
Love, and family pride, an exhilarating ride

Looking so idle standing there
Don't worry I know you could never care
Man of the world been everywhere
Get your hind parts in the pantry there
Powerful extraordinary
Witty and eloquent
I know you couldn't give a shent
This order that is heaven sent
Take, take, take out the trash
Take out that nasty sour mash
Watch out it'll give you a rash
Take out the trash
You're such a big-shot wannabee
Preening around for all to see
I know you're special and very clean
But you got to take out the gangrene
Absorbing and explosive
Languorous and listless
Compelling and emotive
Expansive and explosive
Take, take, take out the trash
Take out that nasty sour mash
Take out the funky gravy hash
Take out the trash
Watch it better hide your stash
Here's a chance to make a splash
Take out the trash
Powerful, extraordinary
Witty and eloquent
Absorbing and emotive
Expansive and explosive
Take, take, take out the trash
Take out that nasty sour mash
Take out the funky gravy hash
Take out the trash
Watch it better hide your stash
You're so cocky and brash
Take out the trash
Got your stinky finger
Want to smell your finger
Wallowing in the funk
Wallowing in the stank
With your friend Hank

The Good Life
B.R.Hornsby

I'm gonna buy a big red truck
Then a rabbit's foot for real good luck
Gonna get me some plastic gunga dins
Then I'll buy a big house to put 'em all in
I'll buy a new suit when I'm feeling down
Picks me up and i show it around
I'll wear it once or twice I'm sure
Then I'll get another when feeling the urge

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I'm living the good life
I've got my beautiful things so high as a kite
I'm living the good life
I buy and buy so high in the sky
I'll buy the special meal with the prize
The toys with motorized blinking eyes
Lunch and dinner there I'll be
My favorite character eluding me
There's a sale down at the five and dime
Everything's going for dirt this time
i don't need this but it's so cheap
Visions of a bargain in my sleep

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These wonderful items everywhere
A house full of things but i don't care
I wonder as I'm sitting there
Maybe I'll feel better in a brand new chair

So Out
B.R.Hornsby

This is so out but I like it
So outside but I'm in
This is so out but it's alright
Way out there in the spheres
Silver streamers streaking strangely
Swirling savage savants grazing
Smoking on a pink pacifier
Genitalia in a hair dryer
This is so out but I like it (maybe)
So outside but I'm in (I think)
This is so out but it's alright
Way out there in the spheres
Fluorescent flaccid floppy-haired gleamers
Saccharine silver-foil dreamers
Black light swinging five people singing
Around and around and my ears ringing
This is so out but I like it (maybe)
So outside but I'm in (I think)
This is so out but it's alright
Way out there in the spheres
Walls are spinning, caving in
They say this is fun
They say I'm in ecstasy
I'm smiling as I run

No Home Training
B.R.Hornsby

He ain't got good sense
His drawers are a mess (cabbage greens)
Ain't hittin' on nothing
Or God'll kill me
Got keloid skin
Makes us all feel him (get some leg)
Stylin', profilin',
That's why we like to hang with him

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Poppy ain't got no home training
Mama gives such a low rating
Triflin' energy draining got no home training
Making feet for socks
Got big hindparts (cabbage greens)
He's drinking out the whole jug
Or God will kill me
Don't want to act right
Acting all ignant (till I get right)
That's why, why we like to hang with him

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I'm out in Carver Gardens in a trailer
And I'm playing my farfisa in a soul band
Five brothers in a little room
No bigger than a bathroom
Sweat on the walls too
People say I'm crazy 'cause I'm coming here
To blow
All I've got to say is I've got to bite off a little
Groove flow – I'm flowing
Whomp upside the head
Whomp on upside the head

Place Under the Sun
B.R.Hornsby

I've been bouncing around
Trying hot coals, jogging, shiatsu, cooking, golf
Great books
Crochet, croquet, fitness clubs and the
Stylish looks
Tried shiatsu, psychic hotline, rollerblades
Stamp collecting, comic books
Never did jack for me

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In the swirling howling wind
I've been stumbling around with a frown
Like a bumbling clown
Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone
Shot with a stun gun – blowing round again
i try this, i try that, I'll be changing
Everyday where I'm at
Till I find my space
Till I find my place under the sun

I've been looking round
Pushing my fingers into gloves,
Getting into doves
With guidance from up above
Don't tell anybody but i might just have
A little bout with love
Test driving a new accent, cars,
Posing as a confident gent
Tried indifference
Never did a thing for me

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Iambic pentameter
Nihilism, cynicism, catechism, jingoism, jism
Mesmerism, hypnotism, poetic symbolism
Efrem Zimbalism

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