PROCLAIMING THE
DECORATIVE ARTS*
(dedication foundry)
'Bare, ruined choirs, the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune, all that crap you hear
on rabid commercials and the airwaves of
sloth and lethargy - I don't want to hear
no more. Pounce on the tiger like it's
eating a bone. Burning bright...in the
forests of the night....Yeah, that
William Blake can eat my hat.
-
He - and all the rest - they can go straight
to Hell too, if they're still waiting for
rides. I've got a '67 Chevy that'll
take 'em there. A little gas on
the pedal and we're off to see
the shtetl, or whatever.
-
Some bawling infant on the
sidelines of the pale - it's
seemingly never happy
and continuing to wail.
For that kid alone, I
proclaim the decorative
arts. Hats off to Larry,
he's got a good start.'
DECORATIVE ARTS*
(dedication foundry)
'Bare, ruined choirs, the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune, all that crap you hear
on rabid commercials and the airwaves of
sloth and lethargy - I don't want to hear
no more. Pounce on the tiger like it's
eating a bone. Burning bright...in the
forests of the night....Yeah, that
William Blake can eat my hat.
-
He - and all the rest - they can go straight
to Hell too, if they're still waiting for
rides. I've got a '67 Chevy that'll
take 'em there. A little gas on
the pedal and we're off to see
the shtetl, or whatever.
-
Some bawling infant on the
sidelines of the pale - it's
seemingly never happy
and continuing to wail.
For that kid alone, I
proclaim the decorative
arts. Hats off to Larry,
he's got a good start.'
*For there is hope, of a tree; that if it be cut down, it will sprout again. Job, 14:7
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