by stan rice
hide me
from me
fill tese holes with eyes
for mine are not mine
hide me head and need
for i am no good
so dead in life 
so much time
be wing
and shade my desire to be
hooked fish that worm wine 
looks sweet and makes my me blind
and too my heart
for at this rate
it shall also eat in time

by patti smith

oh i was bad
didn't do what i should
mama catching me with a licking 
and tell me to be good
when i was bad twice times
she shoved me in a hole
and cut off all my fingers 
and laid them in the finger bowl
my mama killed me 
my papa grieved for me
my little sister annalea
wept under an almond tree

oh i loved a car
and when i was feeling sad
i lay down on my dady's ford
and id feel good
and you know that i got bad
robbed hubcapps from the men
and sold them to the women
and stole them back again
and i got me a car
a hudson hornet car
and rolled the pretty ladies
and often went to far
i went to chicago
i went to kalamazzoo
i went to nashville
the highways i flew
i went to salinas
i rode to the sea
and people all scolded
and pointed to me
they said there's a bad boy
i was so bad boy
they gathered thier daughters
i heard what they said
steer away from him honey
cause thats a boy is bad
and tho' he's hung good
and flashes that loot
don't slide by his side
he rides the wrong route
'cause he's a bad boy
my mama killed me
my papa grieved for me
and my littler sister annalea
wept under the almond tree

and i wept on a stock car
i captured the junkyards
and i sped through the caynons
though i never went far
from the wreckers mechanics
i worshipe theese men
but they laughed at me,man
they called me a mama's boy
monday at midnight
tuesday at two
drunk on tequila
thinking of you,ma
i drove my car on ,ma
wrecking cars was my art
i held a picture of you,ma
close to my heart
i rode closed windows
it was ninety degrees
the crowd it was screaming 
it was screaming for me
they said i was nonsense
true chicken driver
no sense
but i couldn't hear them
i couldn't see
fenders hot as angel's blazed inside of me
i sped on ragged steam heat
i cracked up and rolled at your feet
i rose in flames and rolled in a pit
where you caught me with an iorn tire
and covered me in shit
and i coulda got up
but the crowd screamed no
that boy is evil
too bad for parole
so bad his mama choped

well i'll finish later

BY ROB MCKLUEN
IM TIERD
YOULL HAVE TO WAGE THE REVELUTION 
BY YOURSELF

TRY NOT TO MAKE 
TOO MUCH NOISE

THE CATS ASLEEP