Saturday, March 31, 2012

THEY'RE LOOKING FOR FLYING SAUCERS IN THE DARK

They're looking for flying saucers in the dark.
They're looking for a sign, some kind of spark.


They're looking for Bigfoot on TV.
They're looking in places where he might be.

They're searching the woods in the dark,
looking for a sign, looking for a mark.


They say he's a master of invisibility,
hiding over there just behind a tree.



They're looking for monsters under the bed.
They're looking for traces of the dead.

They're looking for the man who killed Kennedy.
They say there's been some kind of conspiracy.

They're looking for the assassin on TV.
They say he's a master of invisibility.

They're searching the files in the dark,
looking for a sign, looking for a mark.

They're looking for apparitions in the dark.
They're looking for a sign, some kind of spark.

They're looking for Bigfoot on TV.
They're looking in places where he might be.


They're searching the woods in the dark,
looking for a sign, looking for a mark.

They're looking for flying saucers in the dark.
They're looking for a sign, some kind of spark.







Wednesday, March 7, 2012

LINES WRITTEN LATE LAST NIGHT

I’ll wear a white shirt with pearl buttons.
The sky will be a pale blue.
And she’ll come to me, and our eyes will be opened.

Yes, I’ll wear a white shirt with pearl buttons.
The sky will be a pale blue.
And she’ll come to me, and our eyes will be opened.