Friday, January 23, 2009

happy three oh palm.

BORN TO DON
in the day you negotiated an email address at a late summer lavender farm
at night you get married, eat an astro pop, pop in the guest house for some warmth
sprung from yorkville under googie skies
some char-broiled laughs, and a bevvy of those crisp stringy fries
bro
laddy this town strips the paint from your hood
and if spru could, hed wish you nothing but good
mixing you martinis all night long
cuz boy veys like us, palmy we were born to don
(yes palm we were)

rabbi let me in, i like the lakers to win, i need to sign your little ketubah
and you know me and hales, we just gotta set sail
for vieques and never aruba
together we could sell this banksy, we'll refresh till we're dead, and palmy, we'll never get cranky
bro
will you sanction me a slice of the stromb?
cuz donnie im just a mr. cocktoston, but squish just must know the spread
in the game tonite, i dont mean libor, baby libor's dead
(yes fannie it's dead)

beyond the fifth floor starched collar bdo's stream to the metro cafe
frank and max raise a brood under the longest of odds and we watch musicals with bobby flay
the juice of blank rises bold and true, some think it could reach all the way to the moon
lets go to that nick spot and do what we do and palm let's play a mishka tune
yeah

the trail of tears's jammed with the broken splitters after the lizard king left town
theyre all hiding in the handicapped bathroom with no place to put churrasco down
together palmy we can live in this slope, like obama loves hope, i will love this neurotic don
bro
someday man i think its soon, we're gonna write that arch day song
that we really want to pen and they'll all sing it strong
cuz dudes like us, palmy we were born as dons
oh oh oh oh

BORN IN THE D OF A
water boarded in a dead koy pond
evie's in the den watching gg all night long
you end up on hardscrabble, gotta make that train
youre gonna take that long ride to get away from the brane

born in the d of a
born in the d of a
born in the d of a
born in the d of a

liz's dad's feeling his marley oats
ari's in the field taking photos of goats
the rest of the crew's passing that jersey moat
i have to toast them with this song i wrote

born in the d of a
born in the d of a
born in the d of a
born in the d of a

i had a stepdad, wasnt no answering machine
when we order food at palm's, we gotta keep it clean
dont get the mashed potatoes at the spring street natch
when milk puts up a fight youve got intolerance to match

born in the d of a
born in the d of a
born in the d of a
born in the d of a

now down in the shadow of the blx
lookin at shepherd fairies like duchovny looks at sex
i wont have this place smelling like, well you know
get in the pontoon boat and we'll take it slow now

born in the d of a
born in the d of a
born in the d of a
born in the d of a
youre just a cool rockin son of shiny in the d of a

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