all songs copyright euphonic, 1999
beautiful song
this a beautiful song
about a beautiful band
who lives in a beautiful house
with beautiful pets
many beautiful records
on their beautiful stereo
fill their beautiful kitchen
with beautiful sounds
many beautiful gadgets
fill their beautiful drawers
and the beautiful fixtures
with handsome gold plating
and the beautiful vcr
inside a beautiful tape
and the beautiful frames
on a beautiful mantel
sport beautiful pictures
this is a beautiful song
music: McGuire, Pyne, Marttila; lyrics: Nelson
disco for maggie
let’s come unstuck from time
to make a better day of living
the years have been kind
to what the better half is digging
as her green eyes goggle
behind their great round shades
through a plastic drape of beads
she’ll browse dim old shops all day
for a style that never fades
she’ll browse dim old shops all day
her red heels flap in flip-flops
let’s go disco dancing maggie
for real with more appeal
cheap old stuff all the post-hoc rage
the mind climbs up from the real
she’s got no job to juggle
with her rave routine
views the drastic snake of need
as a circle feeding days for free
a style that never fades
flicks the wrist, compounds dismay
her red heels bounce all day
music: euphonic; lyrics: McGuire
groovy t
there’s a line around the corner
I’m gonna listen to the man speak
I can feel the vibrations of the engines of prosperity
hieratic emanations from the pillars of the community
his net worth is estimated
in the pages of Forbes magazine
his Colorado ranch is gated
while his townhouse has been seen
in the pages of Architectural Digest
everybody wants to know
what is it like, what are you thinking
what do you drive, what are you drinking
what are your taxes, what do we do
we work at forgetting that we are not you
all the breathless reporters
rolling on the corporate lawn
all the purposeful recent college graduates
streaming up the elevator banks to spawn
all the workaholic captains of industry
all the workaholic husbands and fathers
all the workaholic recent divorcées
all the workaholic powerful men
music & lyrics: Pyne
watson
elementary dear dream
flew high as a billion dollar jet of research alloy
I watched cities become one
vast connection of metal and flesh, buildings and phones
they closed the schools that day
every child studied economics at home
the pace of all people
one step ahead of U.S. holmes
then I had a dream of Cincinnati
which too had become one with other cities
a great gash opened in the sky
and the yolk sun dribbled melting ooze
onto the red-nosed men on the high royal hill
and they jigged like fools
the red-nosed men on the high royal hill
are coming to conclusions
but they must not write one tasty page of this story
music & lyrics: McGuire
hyper c
I can recall sweet endless dreams
when my mind slides shut like a tortoise
ones like you writing a story
of a man belly-up in his room
all quadrilateral mazes of moonlight
his concrete pulse lub-dubs
feeds into time-bomb head
this is a reflex
muted voices, sounds dissolving
background process, still revolving
and out through the window the street is alive
with a shudder and slide
mind open wide
exit to hyper c
he’s fed from all neat endless seams
back now, forth now, open and yielding
at an edge, up to a mirror
made to span the infinite zoom
music: McGuire & Pyne; lyrics: McGuire & Pyne
sixeight
I might be the one who leaves you when you’re down
I could be the one who always comes around
you are the one who always will elevate
I don’t know how to fit in
I don’t know where to begin
I might be the one who leaves you when you’re down
I can’t predict how this will be how or when
we live in a state of pressing mortality
for this one to be
I will be this one
for this one to believe
breathless and blue-eyed you wait for the morning
breathless and blue-eyed you wait for the sun
breathless and blue-eyed
you wait for the sun
you wait for the one
I wait I’ll wait I will wait
I can’t be this one to believe
for this one to believe
music: Nelson & Pyne; lyrics: Nelson
parachute
i. plus good
friends, consider the preposterosity
of exponential increase in the sum of absence
creating a unique face, which presents
a maximum bulge to space
revealing less in a condition
of inoperable hyphenation
would but couldn’t plus could
but shouldn’t plus should
plus good always would plus good
two patterns converge
in a pseudonymic curve
the simpleton’s manic drawl
pins the mime behind a wall
never was prepared for residual flush
of the world as flying round stuff
good plus good elliptical good
plus transmitted good plus
enigmatic good considered good
plus implanted good plus industrial good
homogenous good vs. actual good
plus incorruptible good, etc.
music: euphonic; lyrics: McGuire
ii. millennium hooch
man is a blip to the space man
tall at the spiritual door
matter thrilled man
with tendrils of vacuum
cosmic zaps at the teeth
kind, euphonic and sweet
man runs a throttle
high for more height
half to gauge the mind shift
half to break off brittle wings
swallow the afterimage
slender up his sleeve
space man seems formless bliss
with armor of light
he makes friends of us all
in go between places
the causal connection
is a specter in the bingo hall
freest man of the rendered earth
wears a space suit
lined with millennium hooch
and disturbs the universe
music: euphonic; lyrics: mcGuire
iii. chilling enhances flavor
one million people alive today will never die
music: Marttila
alfredo codoña
alfredo codoña climbs
up to the top of the rigging
underneath the lights and the canvas
he stands stock still
a tense collective inhalation
synchronizes every gaze
a hundred imaginary radial wires
reach out to every upturned face
you can’t hear
the susurration of the wires in the wind
until you’re risking life and limb
I have a picture of the great codoña
by the side of a two lane road
it’s black and white
it would have to be
the sky is cloudless under telephone wires
you know that he’s about to fly
sabado gigante
dynamatic hydraflow
toastless smokeless
I need one for here
I need one to go
music: euphonic; lyrics: Pyne
precognition
the doctor will see you shortly
have a seat in our waiting room
amuse yourself with one of our magazines
sing along to the soothing tune
do you really want to know the future?
do you want to make your life reaction?
you play the odds and pretty soon the odds play you
there it is: your future laid out
the camera can peer inside you
hold on you’ll see
startling white striations
just as you will someday be
music: euphonic; lyrics: Pyne
pray
I’ll take care of it, she said
under a lead covered sky
we have talked this over
it is worth a try
here is the myth of the golden age:
pray
imagine you and I set down
sudden on a verdant isle new and unchanging as the day
I would want to walk around
I would need to get away
this is a blanket of authority and fear
this is a way to keep control
this is no message we are trying to remember
this is something we are told
music & lyrics: Pyne
Pray, copyright 1995, Ted Pyne