DOUGHTY, Mike
    
      
    
      
    
      
    Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well
    
      
    
      
    That Cuban girl
    
      
    That brought me low
    
      
    She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now
    
      
    Her mouth was wide
    
      
    And sweet as well
    
      
    And now relentless hours of dreaming up her smell
    
      
    
      
    And I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
    
      
    
      
    Lonely
    
      
    And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
    
      
    
      
    Oh all the days
    
      
    That I have run
    
      
    I sought to lose that cloud that's blacking out the sun
    
      
    My train will come
    
      
    Some one day soon
    
      
    And when it comes I'll ride it bound from night to noon
    
      
    
      
    Aimless days, uncool ways of decathecting
    
      
    Painless phase, blacked out thoughts you be rejecting
    
      
    
      
    
      
    Is Chicago, is Not Chicago
    
      
    
      
    A man drives a plane
    
      
    Into the Chrysler building
    
      
    A man drives a plane
    
      
    Into the Chrysler building
    
      
    
      
    Saskatoon is in the room
    
      
    Poulsbo is in the room
    
      
    Bennetsville is in the room
    
      
    Palmyra is in the room
    
      
    
      
    Is Chicago
    
      
    Is not Chicago
    
      
    Is Chicago
    
      
    Is not Chicago
    
      
    
      
    A man cuts in half
    
      
    Just like he snaps a pencil
    
      
    A man cuts in half
    
      
    Just like he snaps a pencil
    
      
    
      
    Khartoum is in the room
    
      
    Phnom Penh is in the room
    
      
    Pyongyang is in the room
    
      
    Cairo is in the room
    
      
    
      
    Is Chicago
    
      
    Is not Chicago
    
      
    Is Chicago
    
      
    Is not Chicago
    
      
    
      
    A man drives a plane
    
      
    Into the Chrysler building
    
      
    A man drives a plane
    
      
    Into the Chrysler building
    
      
    Into the, into the, into the, into the
    
      
    
      
    
      
    Lazybones
    
      
    
      
    When all the limbs are numb and clean,
  
And you're in transit, dream to dream,
I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones.
    
      
    When all the world has lain and sank,
  
And money sleeps inside the banks,
I'll drift there to meet you, layzbones.
    
      
    Cameraman sways to remember how the eye dances,
  
Drunkenness is a hand-held
Scrambling down Delancey
I come stumbling;
Well I hear you had to take a shine
And firing at random, I hear the rays fell upon mine.
    
      
    Cool you, Miss Amaze, with a handful of water
  
Trucks encircling, bearing down, coming louder.
If I could stay here, under your idle caress
And not exit to the world and phoniness and people.
    
      
    When all the noise has left your head
  
Will someday you rise off the bed?
I'll be there to lift you, lazybones.