Self Portraits

Bliss

I’m in heaven
I’m halfway drifted away
only a fool would understand
how I feel today

only an idiot
could feel this joy
only a moron or a
girl they tried to turn into a boy

only an imbecile
could’ve taken me this far
only a shattered adolescent
could be wishing on a stupid star

I’m no e.e. cummings
I’m wordier with much less to say
but like his “he-man’s solid bliss”
only a fool could understand how I feel today

I’m no mentalist
ask any clown
the less I have up there
the less there is to dumb-down

I’m in rapture
almost blown away
only a shit-for-brains could understand
how I feel today

 

Beat It

you got the honey
I got the feet
you got the money
but baby I’ve got the beat

you got the pistols
I got the duels
you got all the fencing equipment
I got indoor pools
(installed by fools)

you got the wherewithal
I got the nerve
you got the straight line
I got the curve

you got the authorities
I got the unknown
you got stuck in portfolios
I got sold alone

you got the commodities
I got the edge
you’re heavily invested in
me going off the ledge

but I got the boombox
and a couple of moves
you got the building blocks
whose existence I had to prove

you got the meetings
I got the sheet
you may’ve got the fancy shoes
but baby I got the beat

 

New Directions

I’m more like the beatles
she’s more like the stones
never understood the beach boys
now we’re almost grown

I’m more like lips
she the mic/mike
I’m more Tina Turner
she’s more Ike

she’s just a little bit Yoko
I’m just a little bit Paul
I say my prayers each night to George Harrison
she doesn’t pray at all

she’s a little Rod Stewart
I’m more Marvin Gaye
she dances to a different beat
from the one my drummers play

I’m no Ringo
she’s no John
I’m a circle that won’t be unbroken
until one of us is gone

she’s a little more Elvis
I’m a little more Cher
she only gets to steal seconds with me
when Sonny Bono’s not there

I’m a little more Hollywood
she’s more Liverpool
I was on my way to Nashville
even before she started playing me for a fool