Gene Hackman

If Gene Hackman and Hugh Jackman
were starring in a film
Wit Greta Schacci and Christina Ricci
Your dreans would come true
Maybe Charlie Chaplin or Woody Allen
Would be in the director’s chair

But if I
Was in a movie
I think you’d love me too

The Body (complete)

The Body

The body just laid there, cold as a stone
I start staring at my shoes and pretend that I’m alone
As she’s explaining to her children who are too young to know
How a body can just lay there without it’s soul

I wonder where I can buy some funeral clothes
As I’m sitting on the train and I am crying on my own
Cos I don’t believe in heaven so there’s no place to go
For a body that is lying there without it’s soul

Bad news came from a number that wasn’t on my phone
How his heart just wasn’t in it and how it couldn’t hold
Now the things that prop me up are falling down like dominos
Around a body that is lying there without it’s soul

A grand Jewish funeral on cool day by the coast
As the rain threatens to piss down on all the gathered folks
Who have no common ground but the ground has a hole
That is shaped like a body without it’s soul

On Monday we’ll go into town and clear out his office
And you’ll see what a life look likes when it’s all packed up in boxes
I try to crack some jokes because I think that’s what he wanted
But this room seems so empty without a soul there to haunt it

Girl could you come over now, cos I’m feeling so low
I wanna be inside your body, I want to swallow up your soul
Because one day we’ll be used up and worn down to the bone
And we’re nothing but bodies without their souls

This world is mainly horrible, all we can do is cope
So it’s hard to lose one of the few things that helps us hope
And I still don’t get the science of how someone I know
Can turn into a body without a soul


Mister Chaplin
Charlie Chaplin
Oh how I need you now

And your movies
Silent movies
No talking on the sound

There’s no words I want to hear anyhow

Mister Allen
Woody Allen
Oh how I need you now

And your insight
Witty insights

No one’s gonna miss you when you go

No one’s gonna miss you when you go
You’ll inconvenience no one when you blow
this popcicle stand and long term plans
like a dandelion in your hand

No one’s gonna miss you when you’re gone
They wont sit around talk about your songs
They’ll think of you as little as you
Think about them too

No one’s gonna miss you when you leave
So there’s nobody to think of when you’re free
They’re always going to be something new
Don’t say good bye just do what you wanna do

Brian Loves You

Your sweet love and music gets me through
I’ve danced while doing the dishes to ‘Love You’
Reaching those high notes, dancing in shoes
Out the window goes the cold and the blue

Surf’s up, Brian, your baby and you just want that good time
In the cantina or your room til you die
This whole world of mine will be filled
By the wrecking crew and the sound of you

I don’t need anyone to love me cos I have
bunch of your records and I can pretend like a kid
In the back of dad’s car listening to the radio
and imagining a love that’s better than real life