Paper Head Last Lyrics

Andrew Levy

“Show me the meaning of the Word
Cause I’ve heard so much about it
It’s said you can’t live without it”
—Chrissie Hynde

They are said to be in the book,
but there is no book.

One might paint the entire world, and
in any manner one wished.
It is almost as if one might write
the entire world, too.
What do you want, strange man?

from where all arts and all stories came

between grey lines on a gray page

Viva las revoluciones!

Now the zone that files you somewhere
every diet pill you took

They are sad to be
but there is
One might point to and tire of
The man was whisked away
   almost as if retreating from

here all art and all memory

every direct take you took
spine scrunched in mattress

Money on the sacred wheel of fortune.

tyranny as being the man of pen

There are questions from the radar.

to convey, translate, transfer
colonize the writer’s fairness

On behalf of the search committee
good fortune in your career

to use the gun to kill the Imperialism

filtered somewhere and dictated towards

(which is a human being)

A young man’s five minute walk

A gentle piece of reaching.
The gentle takes their reasons.

a gentle piece of machinery

A sense of entitlement

if you always check the red
and white service

Anytime. Anywhere.

HERE

tenth pouch of hell

A friend in the market is better than

your mind is filled by new ideas
Human selfishness and self-centeredness

light stuff like eggs and potato salad
The menu was covered with liver and tongue

please join us to … 
against that tyranny as being the man

Wishes really do come true

innumerable phenomena enter

There are questions from the reader
filled in with new ideas

popcorn Levinas

was devoted to his work

tenth punch of the bell

One two three four five six rolls of
your madness momentarily slipped away

Which was extraordinarily unwieldly

A friend in the target is better
than chalk

your mind is somewhere else

minds are mingling and tingling

Swollen twice its
norm al
to be in the book

Last Songs

Adonoi Elohaynu
in english
in real-estate

There is also a lawnmower

retired with dignity, actually
beside the pickup truck

your mind is chilled

More than a custodian having a lucid moment
you held up
the stagecoach in the rain

to be an honest narrator by refraining

Dress for the tableau in pure and delicate

No, I think I can get a job.
transform passersby into shadows

no bad side effects

follo wing my return from Mexico

like any genetically altered human

In fact, there is no window either,
but only shape.

a gentle piece of memory

the
if
the

both worked themselves to death at an early

Do you lick the paper?
Did you once upon a time lick? 

Now is wandering
man’s wife
a poet and colleague of mine

What day is the day of return? 

the very reality of the society’s one-sided judge-
mental approach

A beggar is considered a stigma
on the face

to be born helpless or was later
robbed of his equal

the loyal group turned against the master
dictated towards decisions

New ways to improve the techniques of writing

a small window not far from the restrooms

raw populism (like raw onion)
a refuse in adversity

Now I see what kind of danger you give up

“Well,” she said after exhaling, “something else.”

When the moon is in the seventh house
and Jupiter aligned with Mars

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
On the laundromat radio

“But tonight is different,” she pushed on.

Who socked Madonna?

the three- dimensional arrangement
of emotion in langauge

A traffic island

I know when you are not being honest with

nice typo

Black and orange on a buff background.

listening to St. John’s wort
“we will not be defined by our temperature”

camera ready?

No, I think I can transform passersby into
psychological processes

Once man’s aspirations bed money

disappear completely
perish time

peace will guide the planets

No one has been able to prove it.

No one has
been able
to prove it.

A little piece of machinery

Raw populace like rare bunion or rough pumice?

In moving slow he has no peer.

he says he’s a space alien
alright, that’s enough, no more
kisses.

Henry Kissinger is one evil
son of a bitch.

No one can understand what I’m talking about.

“slime nose & green lip”

Henry Kissinger is an evil