**** that little *****'d ****** *** lick'n; Skid mark sitt'n
Horror written; Square to circle fitt'n
Kid in frame lifted; Menapose acting
Habit of rabidly crashing into walls of madness;
Precision in his crack-head tactics;
Sky's backdrop to average;
Newspaper wrapped is this devil's package;
He's a mask filled with gas from a bean eating flaccid fascist;
Disrespectful **** sack;
A testament to where God's blessing had left his breath;
And bitten lip was given; Heaven's sin times seven;
Building this living devil hell hole;
Logic of Kelso; Autistic clap of the elbows;
Destined for death row;
Festering hatred, New York to Sacramento;
******'s stencil by broke'n pencil;
Bigger ***** then Elmo;
Range of insanity; With driver in hand, You tee up family;
Frantically filling fantasy of being calamity personified as Anthony
Majority holder in depressions percentage;
Son of a Prada wearing father; Regarded by all as Caustic;
Temper Atomic; Reasoning Neurotic
Monotonic *******

Remember when we chased butterflies,
Ran behind dreams,
Stalked opportunities,
Shadowed hope and trailed desires.

Today, staring at a picture postcard laden desk,
The only thing I chase is the end.
Finality has replaced hope and uncertainty is no longer exciting.

We've grown beyond our age,
And aged beyond our dreams,
We're all but asleep,
With open eyes.

A nightmare as a daydream,
A de-shriveled reality,
A symphony of monotonic cacophony,
Of timelines and deadlines
Where we're all looking for a lifeline.

A throw out to yesterday,
Looked through kaleidoscopic eyes,
Where every tree was green and every sky blue,
Where the future held hope and life held purpose.

You don’t have to settle
for heavy metal
You don’t have to choose
rhythm and blues
we’ll put a stop
to A.M. pop

(bridge)
We’ve got a scheme for a rock and roll dream

We’re not fanatical
‘bout Beethoven classical
it’s monotonic junk
all that pogo punk
You won’t have to save
trends of new wave

(chorus)
We’ve got a scheme for a rock and roll dream
the drummer will pound that rockin’ sound
and the guitars scream in your rock and roll dream
in your rock and roll dream

You don’t have to settle
for heavy metal
there aint no disco
in San Francisco
this is a rock town
we don’t play Motown

(chorus)
We’ve got a scheme for a rock and roll dream
the drummer will pound that rockin’ sound
and the guitars scream in your rock and roll dream
in your rock and roll dream
in your rock and roll dream
(repeat chorus)
I   SC-R-E-E-E-E-E-E-AM
IN YOUR DREAM
YOUR DREAM
DREAM
DREAM**




written by
Warner Baxter and Take Cover
Take Cover Music
Ventura Ca.
1980

all rights reserved

I feel empty.
A black hole in my center,
taking all of my gravity,
annihilating my heart rate,
captivating it to molecular weight.

I feel hollow.
An irascible clout,
of unimaginable doubt.

Day-in-and-day-out.

I wonder--
Will this ever finish?
This plague of bubonic proportions.
A rage sung in monotonic tones.

I ask--
Have I seen this all before?
A red light, in hindsight,
despite holding on too tight.

Warnings of pure dread,
Heard over head,
The last true mouthpiece
spoken in tongues.

Freedom of assembly,
where there is no law,
of degeneration.
Divination;
or
a lack of.

I say again,
I feel vacant.
A hole in my soul,
where all I am,
comes tumbling out.