He's a man-sized Eldorado, Hooved a doo

and who could blame him. Where we going?

What's the ticket? Just the mention of Berlin makes me sexy

and tired of thinking about drinking

for thinking of drinking while thinking

about drinking and thinking about drinking

It's a man-sized inside



Look in here it's all hardwood.

What's that smell? Smells like coffee

If you regret it please say something,

I've got no genius for evil that makes me common

and tired of loving, recovering, loving, recoveringlovingrecovering

recovering. It's a man-sized inside.



He's a man sized - Eldorado, whoopty-do

if you can't take it. Where he's going?

What's that ticking?

Just the mention of Berlin makes me sexy

and tired of thinkingaboutdrinkingforthinking

ofdrinkingwhilethinkingaboutdrinkingandthinkingaboutdrinking.

Tired of lovingrecoveringlovingrecoveringlovingrecoveringloving

recovering. It's a man-sized inside. It's a man-sized inside.









October 92



Dear You;

I know I'm not much at keeping in touch.

That's me in the Everglades, that's a

picture of me in the Everglades. Standing

beside me that's my sister. I've heard

that thinking someone can be spiritual,

but I become so quietly eloquent that

I can hardly beleive it's me. It's the

obscene silence of a broken-down system.

Maybe if I was a barracuda, ya know -

a compulsive killer that destroys more

than I eat?

I know making love is not priority one in

the future-fo-you-is-now-or-else-you're-

history business. I understand that

there's no sense in searching for perfection

when you're making successful mistakes

and I know that a slave is not a slave

if he's simply satisfied with less. Ah, but,

to know the routine is to know the man,

& I'm not much at keeping in touch. You

know; guidance, patience, nutrition, inspiration,

employment, instruments, airplay, production,

hospitality, company, conversation,

representation, friendship and the

routine. You even know who you are. Thank you