Clap Hands

RAIN DOGS album 1985

Tom Waits- Clap Hands

Sane, sane, they’re all insane
The fireman’s blind, the conductor’s lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands. Clap hands
Clap hands. Clap hands

 

 

 

mama told me…

…not to come

THREE DOG NIGHT “Mama Told Me (Not To Come)”

Want some whiskey in your water?
Sugar in your tea?
What’s all these crazy questions they’re askin’ me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Don’t turn on the lights ’cause I don’t wanna see

 

choices

if you lay down with dogs…

…you may get up with fleas

stick with the people who pull

the magic out in you

instead of those who host

the madness around them

smile for the camera

 

thought Management

Out of sight searching out of mind

Helpful stints and roles we play blind

Disconnect before they project

Expectations on the table to reject

A silent reaction colours your every move

Retrogrades and renegades etch the old-age groove

Disc Spinner

PussyFootNotes: all retrograde cycles compel us to return to the scene of the crime

which came first…

…thoughts or emotion?

You are a good Egg.

Out of sight OR out of mind

Honour your needs then help the blind

Disconnect before they Project

Expectation spells irritation

Adverse reaction to your every move

Run and hide just to stay alive

Maybe ideas are scrambled thought moods

Extra careful to keep a positive stance

The Eggman and pussyFoot must learn the dance

Habitual patterns we strive to dismantle

Instinctively wanting to improve

Sadly, we might cling onto our baggage

Calculating how much we could lose

All the thought horses and all the thought reigns

Never counted the puzzle pieces and numerous pains

 

Thinking need not rule the roost

Believe in your yolk and let your heart heal

Egg before chicken, chicken before egg

Everlasting happiness you deserve to feel

 

pussyFoot sits on the Wall with safety rail