Boomerang

At dusk, though wheat field
Through the olive groves and vineyards
Insects like aeroplanes fly past the strolling man
Crackling spike plant hovering hawk
All on the ground alive
Take a swig of moonshine
Listen to the madness whine
Andalucian
Andalucian sunflowers, bulls, and purple bees
Listen to the lone wolf strolling
Take a swig of moonshine
Taste this heady wine
Andalucian
Andalucian sunflowers, bulls, and purple bees
Lone wolf howling, lone wolf howling
Strolling wolf
Strolling lone wolf
Andalucian

Hey creepo's... i'm talking to you
I've got a message to give to you
You've got a problem... we know
But there's something you ought to know

Standing there across the thoroughfare
They stand and stare with that gormless air
So funny to see how dumb some grown men can be

An unwanted weed, a dying reed
Left to consider life as it passes by
Ignoring your calling, ignoring your taunting,
Ignoring your feelings of self hate and loathing
How empty and pointless your life must seem

See them standing
See them staring
See them wearing that same stupid face

Sticks and stones may break bones
But these taunting crones only cause inner groans
We ignore all your calling, ignore all your taunting
Ignore all your problems of self hate and loathing
Somebody should show them where to go

See them standing
See them staring
See them wearing that same creepy face

Standing there in the thoroughfare
They stand and stare with that gormless air
Does what you won't understand scare and make you mad?
Resentful and envious, don't you disgust yourself?
So funny to see how pathetic some men can be

See them standing
See them staring
See them wearing that same stupid face
Ignore all their calling, ignore all their taunting,
Ignore all their faking, their self hate and loathing
Somebody should show them where to go.

They would seek high, they would seek low
Calling their manchild as the trouble did flow
There's always somebody to watch over me
I'm never alone, i wish they'd leave me be

Never alone
I'm never alone...

I'm just a boy, not long for this world
I'm called nelsito and i'm thirteen years old
For nearly two decades this vendetta has raged
There are no men -- i'm the last in the chain

Last in the chain
I'm manchild man

Marimba sing high, marimba sing low,
Marimba sing high as the cemetery grows
All have been wept for husbands, brothers, grandsons,
Grandfathers, nephews, cousins, uncles, fathers, and sons

I walk in boots too big for me
The women do cry as they watch over me
I work at the altar, i try to be good
But just like the others, i'll soon travel in wood

I try to be good
Manchild in wood
I wait for manhood
I'm the manchild.

Slide over here, listen to me
Rippling wordstreams to unlock dreams
Take up the slack... loosen these bonds
Unzip and undo, untie my tongue

Untiedundone

It's sucking out bones through a melting phone
In a whispering eddy, i am undone

Untiedundone

Turning to liquid, starting to float
Everything's easy from now on

Untiedundone

Unhook and unhinge in a river of dreams
Rippling wordstreams unraveling
Uncork the wine let's toast the unborn
It's my unbirthday, untied and undone

Unwrap this gift in a state of undress
The future's uncertain, nothing less

Untiedundone

Drifting in, carried on dry winds
From across the nile, the sirens in exile
Driven to tell...

Floating on a cloud, your face out of the crowd
A blinding sun, purging everyone
Beautiful word, musical and sweet
Now all you can do is play the punishing beat

How harsh and shrill the word has become
Twisted and bent -- a hornet's nest stirred up by the beating stick

Simoom, simoom... increasing speed
Sucking in dry heat
Simoom, simoom... you breathe in suffocation
Relentless simoom, blow and whistle this tune
Pouring in, filling where once was space
Where once was light
Where once was a face
Driven to tell.

When my ups are down, when my downs are up -
I want you!
Feeling inside out, from the outside in -
I want you!

On the silver screen, in a magazine -
I see you!
Through the telephone or a megaphone -
I want you!

Assuring... confusing...
I see you!
In saintly reverence, or wicked decadence -
I want you!

When the days just yawn, when the nights are long -
I want you!
In a coo-coo tone, then i shout it home -
I want you!

Let's go to pluto, the atmosphere's clear
We'll be really cool there with nothing to fear
Let's go to pluto, it's cold and it's damp
Where children are heroes, death is high camp

I want to see pluto... i want to have fun
I want to turn blue under an alien sun
Oh let me see pluto, it seems such a gas
With oceans of methane and petrified grass

Let's go to pluto
Let's live on the dot
See the bad moon rising in a lunacy knot

Come one let's do pluto
It's really not far
An unleaded dream drive to the prettiest star
I want to see pluto, but maybe i'll wait
'til the world turns to meet its plutonium fate
The days will be long here, the years will be more
Let's go to pluto like we did before

Let's go to pluto
Let's live on the dot
See the bad moon rising in a lunacy knot.

The morning star has long since gone
The sun is high in the sky
Shadowless a figure stands
Stranded on venus sands

Up in the blue and circling
The seabirds watch and wait
For movement of a certain kind
Down on their dinner plate

Where children played a flower lays
Pulled and torn up by its roots
And where it stood,
The empty space just screams...

Down on the flats, baby turtles race
For safety of the big deep
And white caps come crashing in
Indifferent to tender flesh

Shriek of attack, then moving in
A raucous clash, a gourmet din
Of cruel gull beaks
And tearing skin... screaming

Lit by the evening star at venus sands
Against a blood orange sky
There's a shadow of a figure prone
Abandoned and all alone
Venus sands