gravity sucks tell me what time this movie ends tell me for sure if the good guy wins is civilization safe when the credits roll can daylight shine through a bullet hole where oh where are your lovers tonight how come your radical friends moved to the right put your demons to bed and tuck them in tight i won't change now not for a million bucks all i know for sure is that gravity sucks this is where dreams dropped me cold this is where my soul got sold wet pavement shines this night so black there's a warmer vein somewhere out back and we could drink el paso dry tonight redefine the speed of light stay up late until we get it right i won't change now not for a million bucks all i know for sure is gravity sucks there's moonlight on tears of men stronger than me with naked nerves of dignity i don't say what i mean i don't mean what i say i'm gonna call in sick come judgement day the only church i know has got neon lights i'm done being me i sold the rights one of these days will be one of these nights but i won't change now not for a million bucks all i know for sure is gravity sucks kerouac the first time i saw kerouac he had his hands in his pockets his bag was packed he said there's something man i really need to do and he headed down liberty avenue he bummed a cigarette and the train fare too straight into destiny's rendezvous with a just an empty notebook a burning need for more the next time i saw kerouac was on a paperback book with a photo on the back he said i can't believe that i'm famous now don't know where but you can follow me down and words were true and they cut right through this sleepy american ingenue like a wake up call from a blissful and ignorant dream loneliness sweet and terrible windblown drenched and unbearable all i want is what's simple and true the kid's not mine no matter what you prove the last time i saw kerouac the clouds were gray we all wore black there were empty bottles and some poetry in a massachusetts cemetery the words may come the words may go but the only thing we really know you don't leave alive so you better do your living now complicated punch drunk dizzy somewhat shook up crawling out from underneath a coffee cup whatever it was i thought i understood the good went bad and the bad's not good knocked down trampled and confiscated i'm dusty tired and eliminated got a brand new suit made out of dirt you know it's all over when there's nothing that hurts there's too many rules for this game nobody asked if i wanted to play i'd like to take my ball and go home all the way to yesterday why is everything so complicated how come everything is so hard i don't want to have to think so much i don't want to have to be smart jumbled up scrambled and obligated inside out and aggravated blindfolded on the brink of a precipice all disconnected and oblivious stupefied adled and overdrawn i could get it all right but it takes too long if a tree fell in a forest on top of me you could hear the sound of futility happy hour came and went i stayed out til dawn i stopped dancing when the lights came on everybody was gone why is everything so complicated how come everything is so hard i don't want to have to think so much i don't want to have to be smart outdated deflated and debilitated dumbstruck seasick excommunicated i've got no idea what anything means it all static and snow on a tv screen i got a slap in the face waitng for a kiss if i fell on my sword i'd probably miss back of my money says in god we trust i'll believe anything if they say i must pushed a chain up a hill today watched it slide down the other side i'll probably do it all again because fate can't be denied why is everything so complicated how come everything's so hard i don't want to have to think so much i don't want to have to be smart why is everything so complicated how come everything's so hard i don't want to have to think so much i don't want to have to be smart how to fall down i showed up for swingers' night i found myslf alone i may not know too much about sex but i can hold my own flying snakes and birthday cakes infiltrate my dreams cosmonauts and dilletantes debate what it all means well maybe god is an atheist and maybe everything's wrong i can tell you anything but i can show you how to fall down the bureaucrat and the congressman clandestine rendezvous he said i've never done this before well at least not here with you tuesday left but monday stayed cannibals came for tea all they wanted was an alibi or an honorary degree maybe god is an atheist maybe everything's all wrong i can tell you anything but i can show you how to fall down the ballerina with the subpoena her name's not rosalie she drives a truck for the underground and sells you potpouri the lawyer for the circus clown with the terminal smoker's hack he went first face into the jury box when the expert witness cracked maybe god is an atheist maybe everything's wrong i can tell you anything but i can show you how to fall down any other day there's a world full of trouble with problems to spare today is the day i won't go there there may be storms coming may be hell to pay these things might concern me any other day any other day any other day you can tell me what to do where to go what to say any other any other any other day today i've got big plans to while it all away i found all the answers it's questions that i lack drop all your bombs watch them just bounce back i'm sure there must be something i really need to say i could probably make a difference any other day any other day any other day you can tell me what to do where to go what to say any other any other any other day today i've got big plans to while it all away i remembered to forget everything i need to do i forgot to remember what i don't want to i could probably save the world make all problems go away just remind me tomorrow or any other day any other day any other day you can tell me what to do where to go what to say any other any other any other day today i've got big plans to while it all away cubicle man i feel beige and fuzzy like the space i'm in i've got three walls that come up to my chin the lights are bright the coffee's free i've got everything i need except privacy i do what i'm told i just suck it up sometimes they make me pee in a paper cup so don't come to me with your radical plan i don't make waves i'm a cubicle man i can multi-task i can conference call i'm a water cooler prophet and a know-it-all i can make you a spread sheet that'll stand up and dance fix a paper jam by the seat of my pants there's a drawer where i keep my dignity packed to go home when they outsource me so don't come to me with your radical plan i don't make waves i'm a cubicle man there's a blinking light on my telephone under a post-it note that says leave me alone there's photos of my kids in a picture frame every other weekend they are mine to claim there's office intrigue there's idle chit chat i can sit on my ass and get old and fat don't come to me with your radical plan i don't make waves i'm a cubicle man the last rock star long island never was the kind of place for romantic poets with brian jones taste but expatriates all need a place to be from maybe if he never ever heard lou reed read dylan lirics or the great gatsby things would be a lot different for him now climbing up a ladder that's got no top paying all the dues that never stop some magazine said he's gonna go real far did anybody notice he's the last rock star if you follow your heart if you do what you must with just a stratocaster that you can trust heaven better help you it's gonna be a bumpy ride this world won't be very friendly to another troubador with a literary view you can be yesterday's news while you're still the next big thing well nothing ever went quite according to plan no suburban world would ever understand driving all night in a cadillac car did anybody notice he's the last rock star new york's a place where you can sure get lost or be a downtown star at such a cost maybe it's time to get out while you still can it's paris france in the summertime you can ride the train drink the wine pack the guitar boy we're gonna make some frends tonight and he's the last rock star he's the last rock star just the last rock star we're gonna make some friends tonight sensitive i just want to look sensitive play guitar write bad poetry chicks dig guys who are sensitive all the ones who don't look like me got myself this old guitar i took a week learned how to play i make up songs and i use big words i sound like someone wth something to say i'm gonna write some poetry i'll make it weird and confuse my friends i'll try to be the kind of guy that nobody comprehends i just want to look sensitive play guitar write bad poetry chicks dig guys who are sensitive the ones who don't look like me i look good with a guitar case i learned three chords but i heard there's more they say an artist must suffer but i'll be damned if i know what for writing poems is not so hard i made up something about roses in the rain it doesn't rhyme but it's quite obscure can you feel my pain i just want to look sensitive play guitar write bad poetry chicks dig guys who are sensitive the ones who don't look like me maybe i could be famous soon get lucky and make great art i may not be some tortured genious but i'm gonna try to look the part if i find it's too much work to perpetrate this masquerade i'll find some lonely art lover apply for financial aid i just want to look sensitive play guitar write bad poetry chicks dig guys that are sensitive the ones who don't look like me i don't think about her and there's acertain kind of hero that's never heard or never seen he can save your life and disappear that's who i'd like to be there's a cold hand on my shoulder there's another wasted day sometime's survival is a noble cause and sometimes we throw it all away she's got blind faith for a travel guide she's got a problem with the present tense she hears music in another place and nothing else makes any sense and i don't think about her i don't know her name i don't know what went wrong but i wish i was to blame she's walking Ôround in circles she doesn't sleep at night she doesn't think she can trust anybody and she's probably right but there's no reason to apologize there's nothing to be sorry for no highway lights or desolation nights could make any difference any more and lou reed said i do believe if you don't like things you leave you go someplace where you've never been before and i don't think about her i don't know her name i don't know what went wrong but i wish i was to blame three days later in berlin you tried to hide it but i saw you smile when i said something funny to you i took a chance i suggested coffee unless there's something you'd rather do i thought i played it halfway smooth i saw something flash in those eyes and you said well maybe uh huh i guess and named a place i didn't recognize now it's three days later in berlin no one can tell me where i've been it's three days later in berlin i like this mess i'm in my shirt's on backwards and i've got one sock these are somebody else's pants my head hurts and my wallet's empty my passport was stamped in france there's no note no explanation not a word about my fate just a lipstick phone number on the mirror now i'm hoping for a second date it's three days later in berlin no one can tell me where i've been it's three days later i berlin i think i like this mess i'm in i'm in love i'm in trouble i'm in germany i'm in way over my head you said something i didn't understand and yes was all i said i'm not the most romantic guy i'm not worldly or debonair modern love can be a mystery and so is what i'm doing here it's three days later in berlin no one can tell me where i've been it's three days later in berlin i think i like this mess i'm in momma get the shotgun that dog is more useless than algebra he's lazy and he smells bad too momma get the shot gun i'm going out back iÔm gonna do what must be done momma the time has come them fleas are done slummin' gotta move on now the hound's getting meaner too one of these days he just may snap i think you know what i got to do the big sleep from a dog's eye view no big thing no tear jerkin' mess no need for any sympathy god made everything he made shotguns too he gave them to you and me everybody knows how the story ends that hound dog don't hunt no more momma if i ever start to smell that bad show me the business end of your gun too you know what you need to do when i get liquored up i'm bad for you all songs copyright 2010 by bob dye recorded april 17 2010 at hi-lo studios eden ny www.myspace.com/hilorecording