I Used To Like Green

I was never one to tremble at sounds or frighten like a chicken.
But I will tell you something strange, before the door is kicked in.
It began one night a month ago. I wakened with a start.
There was a creeping, woody noise outside in the yard.
I jumped from bed and flipped the switch. Some earth lay on the grass.
A twisted root crept out of view. At ;east, I thought I saw it pass.
The next morning came too slowly. I sighed to see the light.
As I crossed the lawn to go to work, something wasn't right.
I slept soundly for a week, but one night it happened again.
I crept up to the window. I let my eyes adjust, and then....
I saw the trees danced 'round in circles, branches intertwined.
They swayed and shook with great precision, as though they were not blind.
I slammed the window, cold with sweat. I closed and locked the door.
And 'til the dawn's light came at last, I lay trembling on the floor.
When the sun it finally rose, and I got out the door,
I looked outside upon the lawn. The trees were closer than before.
I gathered matches, gas, and tape recorder, grabbed my axe.
I sat me down to wait them out, and to record all the facts.
Can you hear them break the glass downstairs ? Can you hear the ceiling groan ?
The floor is warping as they tear apart the foundation's stone.
So, if you hear my taped farewell, and trees surround your house.
Take my advice and chop 'em down, before they get too close.

In Your Future

The Professor is a nasty man. He told us we'd be strong.
He told us we'd be supermen. Well, he got it wrong.
The professor came down with a group of goons. They came down from the surafce.
They did not come for fun. They came with a purpose.
He ordered us to come and listen. He made us bring our kids.
He passed out some bags of sugar. He began to take bids.
He said we'd lead a life of ease, up there on the surface.
He said we'd leave the machines forever. He said we'd have no worries.
He accepted offers from the healthy. A doctor checked them out.
"Just a few days resting in the clinic," said the lousy lout.
I signed up the wife and kids. I got my money out.
I paid a bunch of big coins, to see what it was about.

Here I am all in the dark . A weight is heavy on my heart.
A searing pain rips through my chest. My head feels split apart.
Everyday, a whip-man comes. He makes us tunnel down.
We work all day day and all the night, digging underground.
Life's a drag here on Level 5. Goes on and on, each day the same.
Never sleep on Level 5. Each day is racked with pain.
I hate it here on Level 5. I wonder what I look like now ?
No mirrors here on Level 5. They say I'll live forever.

Katherine Sends Her Love

Somewhere in the drifting mist on this dark & dreary night
Kathy waits for someone she has seen with second sight.
She works the night shift at the morgue gets home at 4 am
Wears thick glasses, eats tv dinners, lives alone, has no friends.

Katherine sends her love. She wants you. She's calling you.

On nights like these when the moon is full
Thick glasses fogged with dew
She waits beside the window wide for fools like me and you.
They say she once was beautiful. They say her smile was gay.
They say she had a lover once and danced the night away.

Katherine sends her love. She wants you. She's calling you.

They say the dark descended on her bright and happy home.
Took her lover, killed her child, and left her all alone.
Since that time, her home's been cursed. She lives as in a daze.
The mists surround her day & night with cold and numbing haze.


Don't Look at My Eyes

You're being kind. You know the words you should say.
You're being coy. It's not the natural way.
There's not much time. All the world is a play.
It's not a dream. Don't want to do this to you.
I can't control. You don't know what I can do.
Just walk away. Forget you saw me at all.
Don't look in my eyes. Don't look in my eyes, I said.
Don't look in my eyes. Don't look in my eyes, I said.
Why did you stay ? Why couldn't you turn around ?
Now it's too late. Now, do you like what you've found ?
You see the truth, now that I've beaten you down.
Don't look in my eyes. Don't look in my eyes, I said.
Don't look in my eyes. Don't look in my eyes, I said.


Waiting Just For You

I felt the touch of something cold trail across my face
as I brushed aside the cobwebs that curtain off this place.
Inside the door a statue stood, her feet poised as to run,
a pal of shadow hid her face as clouds a dying sun.
And not without foreboding thoughts I pushed into the room,
and not without a long, drawn breath I peered into the gloom.
I raised the dust with every step and breathed the fetid air.
I touched the statue still and cold that stood in silence there.
As my warm flesh touched her cold, I felt my blood go chill.
I felt the stiffness fill my joints. My lungs slowed and were still.
As I stiffened in my spot, my hand moved out, reaching still.
I saw her move, draw in a breath, turn toward the open sill.
Her eyes gave just one grateful glance as out the door she flew.
So here I've stood these lonely years, waiting jst for you.

Last Documentary

Absence of light, absence of any sound, any sound but the sound of my breathing, and the myriad of bubbles rising. The only way of knowing up from down, the lazy upward spiral of my wasted breath in this weightless world.In my awkward sealed apparel, a fish out of water, in their eyes,
my eyes become unfocused in the unnatural gloom, my mind drifts with the slow downward liquid draft, time fades and escapes with my fleeting bubbles. My attention wavers. My air supply is low. My attention drifts in the absence of reference. My awareness only returns with a jarring uneasiness : What was that ? Imagination recalls childhood dreams of things in the closet, at night, in the rain. And imagination wanders. A touch. A sickening realization : I am not alone in my underwater dream. The dream vanishes so sharply. This is the touch of another being, puposeful. My body is alive and flags in aninmal panic as my tentacled companion slowly, impersonally, coldly entwines me. " No," I cry," No, no, you can't have me !!", I cry in silence. I stuggle upward but direction is lost. Now I can only squirm. The distance is made more final by clouds of jet ink. Blindness, blindness from my alien world and my fading and strangled inner being.

Radiation Man

You would like it if I died. You would like to see me hide.
I ate some food from your plants. Now you people look like ants.
Nothing to be afraid of...nothing at all. Nothing to be afraid of, when you're thirty feet tall.

I will crush your puny dams. I will smoosh your little cars.
Why can't I think straight at all, since you made me thirty feet tall.
Nothing to be afraid of...nothing at all. Nothing to be afraid of, when you're thirty feet tall.

I want to see the President. I'll hold him and squeeze him tight.
National Guard will deploy the tanks. Radiation Man is ready to fight !
Nothing to be afraid of...nothing at all. Nothing to be afraid of, when you're thirty feet tall.