Sitting On a Fence by Greg Englesson I’m just sitting on a fence trying not to make much sense looking at the river flow / as the flowers grow / underneath the suns glow / well don’t you know / I'm just sitting here in time / with my fishing line / just waiting for a funky rhythm/ and cleaver rhyme and I’m just sitting on a fence waiting, watching trying not to feel so tense I hear the radio / as the wind blows cacophonies, rustle leaves of weary wows I listen to the statistical speculation / of the expanding population / in a negation nations / desolation destination I’m sitting on a fence hearing the chaos commence The accountants count / the debt we accrue / as the lawyers lie to pursue/ corporate politicians next money move/ Hungary children adore what they can’t afford/ at the toy store/ while we abhor that they are poor I just really don’t know any more than you so come and sit here in this human stew watch what all the people feel say and do wait and will the connections to renew I’m just sitting on a fence waiting, watching the chaos commence I see the TV screen in the sky / tell me how to live / when and where to die / so I can buy,buy, buy tell me what you believe will be / in the future of you and me / in the state of the land of the slavery free/ are we free? Beats me! I’m sitting on a fence waiting for compassion to commence sitting here in my bliss as a man throws his fist into a rage filled dismal abyss (well now I’m pissed) see the homeless lady / stop her shopping cart / on the busy boulevard with her heart / as cursing cars pull her apart. can’t we start to have a heart sitting on a fence waiting for compassion to commence commence, commence to make some sense on this lonely fence.

DWI by Greg Englesson Hey Mr. Policeman I see you in my mirror I’ve been at a party and I’m in my under wear I see my lights are out and my left blinker is on I don’t have no license plates and my wallet she is gone DWI My oh My I’ve had a drink or 2 or 3 or was it 8 or 9 No I can’t say the ABC’s and I can’t see your pen but I’ll walk for you a straight line just name a place and when I know the speed zones 30 I was only doing 5 if that’s to slow I’ll go more fast would you accept a bribe DWI My oh My I’ve had a drink or 2 or 3 or was it 8 or 9 Now sir it’s you I’d like to thank you let me breath in that tube sure I’ll go in that tank could we send out for food Hey Mr. policeman I see you in my mirror your lights are a flashing and I’m in my underwear DWI My oh My I’ve had a drink or 8 or 9 I know I shouldn’t drive

Cool Man by Greg Englesson He’s the kind of guy that slides in on the wall you hear his heals rhythm ricochet down the hall he hangs his head with his shades down the mall hands in his pockets slouching toe tapping call him Cool man, Cool man, Cool man Cool man, Cool man, Cool man Cool man, Cool man, Cool man He smells just bad enough to make people talk and he looks so weird he’ll send your mom into shock he’s got a swing in his hip wonder how he can walk he’s got a big boom box that will make the block rock Cool man, Cool man, Cool man Cool man, Cool man, Cool man Cool man, Cool man, Cool man Cigarette dangling from his face in the mirror you can always see him drag his comb through his hair his pants are nice and tight and they all have a tear wears a wing tip and a loafer and calls them a pair. Cool man, Cool man, Cool man Cool man, Cool man, Cool man Cool man, Cool man, Cool man

How’s the Weather ? by Greg Englesson Here’s looking at you, looking at me, looking at you together..................... so how is the weather? so happy together until you finally realize just as the love lives the love will die and that is when we begin to understand and that is how we go hand in hand Celebrate celebrate celebrate the joy the joy the joy Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate the joy, the joy, Celebrate until you finally realize just as the love lives the love will die and that is when you begin to understand and that is how we go hand in hand Here’s looking at you, looking at me, looking at you together..................... so how is the weather? so happy together how is the weather?

In The Land Of The Insane by Greg Englesson Well all the people come dressed in their fine skins begging for some Jesus to come and take away their sins while upon the flesh and carnage they do stop and feed as they look to gods of gold to set their spirits free look into your precious life, won’t you do this now It is this struggle and the strife that makes you somehow see the ideals that must be lived by stop living ideas that perpetuate the lie now close your eyes, just rock your little soul watch the ostrich fly, lift your head out of your hole As the stars and sun and moon light up in the sky the ocean waves to us says, Hi! Hello! Good bye! the earth once rich and fertile has been over bought and sold the universes sing of times renewed and old Well the morning comes so late in the afternoon I find myself a cry and scream I laugh just like a loon your life it seems to be too much trouble for you you don’t seem to know what is it you should do you’ve been everywhere, met everyone got everything but where’s it gotten you when you can’t hear the birds sing while your refrigerator calls out and talks to you lets you know when you're running out of all that junk food your oven lights itself, your dishwasher she cleans your T. V. haunts you every night deep inside your dreams crying out to every cell in your little brain WELCOME! You are living in the land of the insane As the stars and sun and moon light up in the sky the ocean waves to us says, Hi! Hello! Good by! the earth once rich and fertile has been over bought and sold the universes sing of times renewed and old Well the wage is coming down but the rent is going up the green has turned to brown there’s no water in my cup well my neighbor waters his lawn religiously he says I sing too loud and is trying to sue me the king he is upon his throne, insists that you abide all you have to do is push him over to the side it’s just a reflection I see in the mirror it’s the same one I see all over everywhere in your sky scrapers the windows shatter clear as the earth quakes and trembles, shakes itself in fear for we have not stopped to listen to her cry and plead but instead we choose to rape her in the name of greed the rain-bows and bows and hails across and dies now won’t you look and listen and maybe realize... maybe realize... maybe realize...

Lotto Soma by Greg Englesson I got my ticket I am addicted I got my ticket I’m addicted All’s I ever hear you say that I’m gonna win someday and it seems that you find you just waste more time in line they say you have to play to win but them numbers got under my skin make me wiggle and twist and shout my life’s a drag and I want out I got my ticket I am addicted I got my ticket I’m addicted just pick a number in a line watch ping pong balls to the end of time 6 5 4 3 2 1 one in a many million just won he’ll keep his job as a janitor buy his wife and expensive fur throw a party for his friends Hollow days that never end I got my ticket I am addicted I got my ticket I’m addicted We’ve got to supplement the revenue that’s what this lottery will do a bit more money for the state you play them numbers and wait and wait for something fair to be done to dream to be a millionaire is fun Upon this ravaged earth air and sea this lottery can not set you free I got my ticket I am addicted I got my ticket I’m addicted

Today by Greg Englesson Today Today Today Today Lying there, lying, lying in bed staring at the ceiling above don’t want to move this flesh and bones my soul seems to give it a shove I get up on the wall side of the bed bounce off and stumble down the hall I have a cup of coffee and some stale bread then I make all my phony phone calls Today Today Today Today I fell into a whirling world of confused complacency Today Today I heard a Jet plane rumble by the sky I can not see Today Today Today Today The lawn mowers’ mowing the growing lawn and the weed whackers whacking the weeds the birds stop singing they In't singing their songs as they watch way up in the trees The oil truck grinds on down it’s gears come to make a delivery I take the bill, crack a big tall beer I dream dazed with possibilities Today Today Today Today I Take out my prescription for the subscription to the insane pane in my brain Today Today I board up my heart as I watch them start to claim to tame and frame the hurricane Today Today Today Today Radio beats a jingle jangle jingle got me craving what they want me to need TV’s twisting, spewing and spouting doing that same old deed I’m scratching my head just trying to choose which desire it is I should feed as I watch commercials bring me the news here in the land of the free Today Today Today Today Today Today Today Today

Idiotic Idols Idle by Greg Englesson Rise up on the stage people at your feet hands waving, voices yelling melody and beat Idiotic Idols Idle, Idle Idols Idle Idiotic Idols Idle, Idle Idols Idle Image coming on a screen video descent tits and ass and the crotch scratch dial decadence Idiotic Idols Idle, Idle Idols Idle Idiotic Idols Idle, Idle Idols Idle masters baiting, crowds of praying fans of frantic crap pestilential people pound poor in fallacious fact Idiotic Idols Idle, Idle Idols Idle Idiotic Idols Idle, Idle Idols Idle

Hurry Up and Wait by Greg Englesson Hurry up and wait, Hurry up and wait because we are going nowhere fast Hurry… up and wait for the moment is about to last Hurry up and wait, Hurry up and wait going on a bus ride to the county side Hurry up… and wait… on the sea side for the high tide Hurry, Hurry… don’t be late Hurry, Hurry… I can’t wait to wait Hurry, Hurry… Is that your fate Hurry, Hurry… I just can’t relate Hurry up and wait, Hurry up and wait for the moon to beam down it’s lunacy Hurry…up… and wait as the stars symbolize patterns of the imaginary Hurry… Hurry up and wait as the universe expands, shrinks and relates Hurry… Hurry up and wait in a microscopic unity of the flexing fates Hurry, Hurry… don’t be late Hurry, Hurry… I can’t wait to wait Hurry, Hurry… Is that your fate Hurry, Hurry… I just can’t relate Hurry up and wait, Hurry up and wait for the next commercial that’s brought to you by some kind of a gut busting laughter. Hurry … Hurry up and wait… Hurry up and wait…Hurry up and wait… Hurry Hurry …Hurry, Hurry, Hurry… Hurry up and wait… Hurry up and wait… in a groin of impulse for and opulent orgy of some kind of a gas guzzling glamour Hurry… Hurry up and wait… Hurry up and wait… Hurry up and wait… In an elevator rising to a floor yet to be built in a building falling on an unborn generation Hurry! Hurry! Don’t be late!