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    Saturday, September 15th, 2007
    9:00 pm
    Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005
    7:55 am
    Here’s an updated version of a song I wrote last year called:
    Bold As Lincoln (The Czar Is Back)

    The Mac, in black, and ready to attack
    with his sword,
    his pen, brushes,
    he rushes.
    Send out the news, crews.
    Some are weepin' the blues.

    Kingpins gettin' cocky,
    payin' gold ta buy a Lockheed
    they'll be goin' down in round four
    - like Rocky.
    Playa hatahs laughin'
    playin' wit’ their uzi
    they think the Czar is off the scene
    their minds're gettin' woozy.

    Now their violence’s turned to silence,
    mouths they're shut,
    nothin' ta say
    dweebs’re fumin',
    the Czar is loomin'
    he's here ta stay,
    every day,
    say "Haaaaaay!"

    So now desist, opportunists,
    Eunice, lame cartoonists,
    ink-stained ruffian
    who can't draw for nothin',
    the Czar'll draw rings 'round ya'll,
    that's all.

    Jokers in the court consort,
    all out of sorts,
    sayin', "What's he doin',
    brewin', creatin' our ruin,
    on paper with ink, you blink,
    you think he's done,
    but like Michael Jordan,
    on the hoop,
    he swoops, he regroups,
    we're soup."

    Just in time for Momma's day, yo,
    the Czar'll be inkin' and linkin',
    bold like Lincoln,
    framin' and proclaimin' on Sunday,
    like Kirby and Gaiman,
    no layman can frame 'em,
    moguls and hobos'll
    see preview logos
    for The Signifiers,
    liars.

    Baby, dim the lights cuz the Czar is back.

    Copyright 2005, Michael Neno

    Current Mood: busy
    Thursday, May 6th, 2004
    9:03 pm
    Maria (Home Girls Wanna Be Ya)
    Just met a girl named Maria,
    She’s freer, girls see her, wanna be ‘er,
    can’t touch her
    goodness,
    her sadness, gladness,
    makin’ the bling, sing,
    rakin’ like Aiken, ya’ll.

    She’s shootin’, she wins,
    she grins, she pins all her hopes
    on her smarts, she starts,
    she’s everywhere,
    over there,
    just like the Olson twins,
    dig it!

    Readin’ and feedin’ her mind
    like Sweden,
    steppin’, not fetchin’
    betcha she’s got a brain,
    not lame,
    but filled to hilt
    with knowledge she’s built,
    not rotten like chicken
    sickened, not Wiccan.

    Shuttin’ the traps of saps
    who rap caps,
    she’s mappin’ the world
    she juggles like Gap hats.
    Breathin’ and seethin’,
    writin’ and fightin’,
    believin’, not leavin’,
    titan.
    No homies can frame her
    or bully girls tame her,
    defamers!

    Give it up for Maria, ya’ll.
    And ever body say rock the house!

    Current Mood: mischevious
    Tuesday, May 4th, 2004
    7:29 pm
    Bold Like Lincoln (The Czar Is Back)
    Baby, dim the lights cuz the Czar is back.

    The Mac, in black, and ready to attack
    with my sword,
    my pen, brushes,
    send out the news, crews.
    Some are weepin' the blues.

    Word was down, went 'round,
    brothers frowned,
    the Czar was outta town,
    "that clown."
    No sensations,
    no proclamations,
    playa hatahs laughing,
    no reservations.

    But their violence turned to silence,
    mouths they're shut,
    got nuttin' ta say
    hatahs fumin',
    the Czar is loomin'
    he's here ta stay,
    every day,
    say "Haaaaaay!"

    So now desist, opportunists,
    Eunice, lame cartoonists,
    ink-stained ruffian
    who can't draw for nothin',
    the Czar'll draw rings 'round ya'll,
    that's all.

    Jokers in the court consort,
    all out of sorts,
    sayin', "What's he doin',
    brewin', creatin' our ruin,
    on paper with ink, you blink,
    you think he's done,
    but like Michael Jordan,
    on the hoop,
    he swoops, he regroups,
    we're soup."

    Just in time for Momma's day, yo,
    the Czar'll be inkin' and linkin',
    bold like Lincoln,
    framin' and proclaimin' on Sunday,
    like Kirby and Gaiman,
    no layman can frame 'em,
    moguls and hobos'll
    see preview logos
    for The Signifiers,
    liars.

    Baby, dim the lights cuz the Czar is back.

    Current Mood: artistic
    Wednesday, March 31st, 2004
    8:11 pm
    Two Little Pigs
    Two little pigs
    They were poundin’, poundin’ on my door
    Two little pigs
    They were shouting, “Let us in!”

    Two little pigs
    I heard the wolf begin to roar
    Two little pigs
    He was yelling, “I eat skin!”

    Chorus:
    There were three, now there’s two
    The wolf huffed and puffed till blue
    The pork hams at the store
    Don't taste like those at my door
    That fresh taste of snout
    Is what it’s all about
    Wolf! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!
    Those piggies cried wolf, those piggies cried wolf.

    Two little pigs
    I let them scamper in my door
    Two little pigs
    I had to tell them, “Off the rug!”

    Two little pigs
    The wolf crashed up against the door
    Two little pigs
    I saw his sweaty, hairy mug

    Bridge:
    Two little pigs lost without kids or wives
    Only pigs with brick homes escaped with their lives

    Chorus:
    There were three, now there’s two
    The wolf huffed and puffed till blue
    Someone yelled “He’s got a gun!”
    Then someone called 911
    The cops took him down
    I had to go downtown
    The pigs ran outta sight
    Leaving me to answer questions all night...
    Wolf! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!
    Those piggies cried wolf, those piggies cried wolf.
    Those piggies cried wolf, those piggies cried wolf!

    Current Mood: working
    Tuesday, March 30th, 2004
    8:34 pm
    Two Headed Cow
    Two headed cow
    Always trackin' in mud
    Chewin' twice as much cud
    Two headed cow

    Two headed cow
    You stand out in a croud
    Your bells ring twice as loud
    Two headed cow

    Bridge:
    Oh, my two headed cow
    Won't you sing to me?
    Fortune, bring to me
    (in background: They say I'm a fool for you)

    Chorus:
    While other farmers won't spend a dime
    I clothe you in diamonds and silk
    I'm givin' to you twice as much time
    Won't you give me twice as much milk?

    Two headed cow
    One face gives me a glare
    The other smiles without care
    Two headed cow

    Two headed cow
    Do you have a big brain
    Or are you slightly insane?
    Two headed cow

    Bridge:
    Oh, my two headed cow
    I have faith in you
    Do you have milk in you?
    (in background: They say I'm a fool for you)

    Chorus:
    While other farmers won't spend a dime
    I clothe you in diamonds and silk
    I'm givin' to you twice as much time
    Won't you give me twice as much milk?
    Even just a little more milk?
    Would you give me twice as much milk?

    Current Mood: contemplative
    Monday, March 29th, 2004
    8:15 pm
    MERC
    Straight out of college, diploma in my hand
    They made me an offer I didn't understand
    A job in an office that's underneath the land

    I should have learned from you
    Before you disappeared
    You tried to tell me too much
    Now things are getting weird

    Chorus:
    At the Meat Enrichment Research Council
    Yeah, oh yeah
    They make no public announcements
    They hire no accountants
    At the place we call the MERC

    Long hallways that are going nowhere
    With roots of trees getting caught in our hair
    Steep, stark stairs going up in the air

    You gave me one report
    Concerning meat remainders
    They confiscated it
    Now I know I'm endangered

    Chorus:
    At the Meat Enrichment Research Council
    Yeah, oh yeah
    They said they would not harm me
    But they're startin' to alarm me
    I know I should blow the whistle
    'Bout what they're doin' with gristle
    At the place we call the MERC

    Current Mood: hopeful
    Friday, March 26th, 2004
    8:38 pm
    On Mah Mind
    (Another Country and Western tune...)

    She turns me on
    Like a brand new song
    In a closing bar
    Where I've been drunk too long

    She rings mah bell
    She's tall and thin
    Like a high glass whiskey
    And a shot 'a gin

    Bridge:
    Where has she been all mah life?
    She was out there livin' when she coulda been mah wife....

    Chorus:
    When I was robbin' stores
    She was bakin S'mores
    When I was shootin' Feds
    She was makin' beds

    and now that I'm doin' time
    She'll always be on mah mind


    She makes mah day
    Like the smell of mace
    When I'm beaten down
    And kicked in the face

    She rocks mah world
    Like a drunken brawl
    In an alleyway
    And I'm forced to crawl

    Bridge:
    Where has she been all mah life?
    She was out there livin' when she coulda been mah wife....

    Chorus:
    When I was gettin' sued
    She was cookin' food
    When I was trainin' dogs
    She was snorin' logs

    And now that I'm doin' time
    She'll always be on mah mind
    At least she is doin' fine
    And she'll always be on mah mind

    Current Mood: thankful
    Thursday, March 25th, 2004
    9:18 pm
    Red Light
    I can imagine this one sounding like a bad C&W song:

    Some intersections really get on my nerves
    Some cause crashes
    And some cause swerves

    Some intersections have a light that’s too long
    Nothin’ to do
    But turn the radio on

    Chorus:
    Take this one
    Pleeeease – hear mah plea
    There’s nothin’ on but Charlie Rich
    And I wanna be free

    Take this one
    Pleeeease – hear mah song
    The cross walk is still flashin’
    Think there’s somethin’ wrong

    Mah Chevy S10’s about to run outta gas
    Turned the dial
    Ain’t rock’n’roll trash?

    Thinkin’ ‘bout that Miller I’ll be drinkin’ tonight
    Turn the game on
    Ever thing’s alright

    Chorus:
    But this red light
    Pleeeease – hear mah plea
    There’s nothin’ on but George Jones
    And I wanna be free

    Take this one
    Pleeeease – hear mah song
    Mah dog Leroy is pantin’
    And this light’s too long

    Bridge:
    Getting’ low on Slim Jims now
    Leroy’s drippin’ and hot
    My shotguns are rattlin’
    Might have to let off a shot…

    Chorus:
    But this red light
    Pleeeease – make it turn
    They’re playin’ hip hop crap
    And I’m startin’ ta burn

    This red light
    Pleeeease – hear mah song
    Been here fifteen minutes
    And this light’s too long

    Mah whole day’s wasted
    Cause this light’s too long

    Current Mood: creative
    Wednesday, March 24th, 2004
    8:00 pm
    Under Where?
    No more thoughts about our skin
    Touching silk
    That’s paper thin

    No more ads on our TV
    About white bras
    And bvds

    Chorus:
    Cause there’s no more underwear anymore
    No songs ‘bout underwear anymore
    We’re forbidden to view
    Or even think
    About frilly things
    Black and pink
    No underwear anymore

    Bridge:
    No more songs about cowboys, cows or kings wearing underwear
    Only songs ‘bout jackets and shirts and things that we have to wear
    Have to wear…

    The Follies Bergere is closed
    Victoria’s Secret –
    Bulldozed

    Store shelves have been rearranged
    Swimming pool rules –
    Have changed

    Chorus:
    Cause there’s no more underwear anymore
    No poems ‘bout underwear anymore
    We’re forbidden to write
    Or even sing
    About white tube socks
    Or shorts that cling
    No underwear anymore

    Current Mood: crazy
    Monday, March 22nd, 2004
    7:20 pm
    I'm Not Listenin'
    They said the rat in your hair would turn me off
    But now it’s a friend named Rachmaninoff

    They said the way you eat would make me ill
    Eating live fish while they flop and twirl

    Chorus:
    They were wrong
    They didn’t get to know you
    They didn’t look in your eyes
    No, they didn’t get to know you
    And I see that they don’t care
    The way you wear your underwear
    I’m not listenin’ anymore

    They said I wouldn’t like the way you drive
    Hoping at the end that I’ll be alive

    They said I’d hate the music you play
    Bobby Sherman, Cher, and Anita O’Day

    Chorus:
    They were wrong
    They didn’t get to know you
    They never spent a day with you
    No, they didn’t get to know you
    And I see that they don’t care
    The way you wear your underwear
    I’m not listenin’ anymore

    Bridge:
    I drove till four AM
    To visit you in Canton
    I knew you were awake
    By all the screamin’ and rantin’
    But your rat calmed you down
    And since that night I’ve never left town

    Chorus:
    They were wrong
    They didn’t get to know you
    They’ve never ate a live scallop
    No, they didn’t get to know you
    And I see that they don’t care
    The way you wear your underwear
    I’m not listenin’ anymore
    I’m not listenin’ anymore
    I’m not listenin’ anymore

    Current Mood: crazy
    Friday, March 19th, 2004
    6:52 pm
    Today's New Song
    Dry

    My mind is dry
    I don’t know why
    I can’t write a new song

    My mind is blank
    I must be frank
    I can’t say just what’s wrong

    Chorus: And I’ll never be rich and famous
    Never eat from a gold plated tray
    If I can’t even write just one new song
    Not even one new song a day

    I’ll never have lunch with the Beach Boys
    I’ll never dine with Elton John
    If I can’t even think
    Jot with pen and with ink
    One slick, poppy top 40 song

    I stare and stare
    The page is blank
    The minute hand’s turning

    I’d said I could write
    Six songs in one night
    But I can’t, I am learning

    Chorus: And I’ll never be rich and famous
    Never eat fluffy duckling souffle
    If I can’t even write just one new song
    Not even one new song a day

    I’ll never have lunch with the White Stripes
    I’ll never dine with Fifty Cent
    If I can’t even think
    Jot with pen and with ink –

    But I think that I have –

    I can see that I have
    Hallelujah, I have - written
    One wonderful top 40 song!

    Current Mood: calm
    Tuesday, March 16th, 2004
    7:56 pm
    Band Names Ideas for My New Band
    Rich and Nutty

    The Worm Lords

    Gaggin’ and Laughin’

    The Bluff Queens

    Brits for Sale

    Ostrichized

    The Flour Haters

    The Mesozoics

    The Navy Nazis

    Coughing Roosters

    The Phlegmatics

    The Macro Police

    The Binaries

    The Billy Clubs

    The Biomorphics

    The Neo-Nats

    The Knife Cows

    The Pell Mells

    The Retro Prophets

    The Record Players

    The Reduplicators

    The Uber Cows

    The Chile Mongers

    Thor From Ohio

    The Salmon Freaks

    The Mega Hurts

    The Smell Miesters

    The Mind Blasters

    ElvisVirus

    Personal Elvis

    The Elvis Society

    Squirrel Driver

    Sir Smoke-a-Lot

    Current Mood: creative
    Monday, March 15th, 2004
    7:42 pm
    Two Songs I Wrote Today
    Is It Worth It?

    We got your photo from Mars this morning
    I can’t believe you’re all there
    You’re looking fine all on Mars this morning
    Although you’ve lost all your hair

    Chorus: You tried your best, I know, you tried to sell me
    Don’t mean to pry, but you have got to tell me:
    Is it worth it on Maaaaaars?
    Is it worth it with no MTV?
    Is it worth it to
    Wrap rubber bands
    Around your thyroid glands
    And make powdered steak
    Out of windborne dusted lakes
    On Mars?

    We got your phone call from Mars this morning
    We thought you all sounded fine
    ‘Cept for the croaks and the yelps this morning
    And all the gurgling in time

    Chorus: You tried your best, I know, you tried to sell me
    Don’t mean to pry, but you have got to tell me:
    Is it worth it on Maaaaaars?
    Is it worth it with no “Survivor”?
    Is it worth it to
    Wear shiny clothes
    Made of polyester hose
    And breathe through a cup
    Which you also use to sup
    On Mars?

    Bridge (slower): You asked for underwear
    But NASA said no way
    You asked for extra hair
    They laughed and said somedayyyy…

    Chorus: You tried your best, I know, you tried to sell me
    Don’t mean to pry, but you have got to tell me:
    Is it worth it on Maaaaaars?
    Is it worth it with no Clay Aiken?
    Is it worth it to
    Live in a tube
    All slicked up and lubed
    Eating tiny, tiny mice
    Then you have to eat them twice
    On Mars?




    Lazy

    Doodlin’
    Gonna spend the day without a care
    Just doodlin’
    Gonna stay right here, ain’t goin’ nowhere

    Chorus: Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, doodlin’
    Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, doodlin’
    Four doodles, three doodles, two doodles, doodlin’
    Doodlin'...

    Noodlin’
    Gonna write a tune I’ll never use
    Just noodlin’
    If someone asks me to, I will refuse

    Chorus: Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, noodlin’
    Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, noodlin’
    Four noodles, three noodles, two noodles, noodlin’
    Noodlin’...

    Current Mood: determined
    Friday, March 12th, 2004
    9:24 pm
    Three New Songs
    Too Darn Cold

    I don’t like this cereal
    I don’t dig frosted oats
    Crunchy, sugar, grainy meal
    Lurching down our throats

    We want it cooked
    We want it hot
    Don’t just serve us what you bought!

    Maypo, Ralston, Wheatina
    That’s what we like to eat
    Take these oats away from us
    You’ll find them at our feet

    We don’t like cheap
    We want it real
    Cream of Wheat for every meal
    My throat is parched
    My eyes are bulged
    We will not stop till we’re indulged!



    Meow

    Meow
    Meow
    Meow

    Meow
    Don’t touch me.

    Meow
    Meow

    Meow
    Don’t touch me there.

    Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.


    Or I’ll BITE!



    Ruined

    You ruined my day
    And I’m sending you the bill
    What you did to my dress, well,
    It’s making me ill

    And look at my hair
    It’s only half a perm
    That’s when you crashed through the wall
    You were very, very tall
    Fighting Sergeant Evil’s Worm.

    Had only one day
    Off the whole week
    And now you’ve made me
    Look like a freak

    I was painting my nails
    And getting a perm
    When you splattered concrete
    And blood at my feet
    Fighting Sergeant Evil’s Worm.

    Now the shop’s trashed
    The whole street is a mess
    I’ve got Worm pus
    Showered on my dress

    At least you didn’t wreck my car
    My friends think I’m a star
    When you smashed into there
    With really wild hair
    Fighting Sergeant Evil’s Worm.

    Current Mood: crazy
    Wednesday, March 10th, 2004
    11:55 pm
    Rollin'
    Rollin’

    Crawlin’ around
    Like a worm on the ground
    I’m goin’ downtown
    I’m gonna mess around

    Slitherin’ here
    And slitherin’ there
    Slitherin’ around
    In my underwear

    If you see me rollin’
    Then you know just what to do
    You can roll with me
    And I’ll roll with you

    Rollin’ in the dirt
    And rollin’ down the street
    Got trash in my hair
    And rocks in my feet

    Still rollin’ downtown
    Lots of people stare
    But one of these days
    I’m gonna get there


    If you see me rollin’
    Then you know just what to do
    You can roll with me
    And I’ll roll with you

    Current Mood: busy
    Tuesday, March 9th, 2004
    7:44 pm
    Another Song I Wrote
    Blue Ghost

    They told me not to, but I did
    They told me you weren’t just a kid
    I didn’t listen, now I’m dead
    So why’d you shoot me in the head?

    Ms. Pac-Man, a competitive game
    Ms. Pac-Man, not a reason to maim
    Ms. Pac-Man, I reached level number ten
    Ms. Pac-Man, I didn’t know it would offend

    K-Mart, I didn’t see it as a lair
    Like Martha Stewart and her cookware,
    They know your face, they know your name, you’re not welcome there
    And I won’t be returning there…

    I couldn’t see you had a gun
    I can’t believe I didn’t run
    The Blue Light Special turned to red
    (That’s what the morning paper said)

    Ms. Pac-Man, I ate up all the blue men
    Ms. Pac-Man, I reached level number ten
    Ms. Pac-Man, you weren’t about to let me win
    Ms. Pac-Man, and now you’re stuck inside the bin

    And after all that we’ve been through,
    I want a rematch more than you!

    Current Mood: energetic
    Monday, March 8th, 2004
    9:05 pm
    Three New Songs I Wrote
    Little Pig

    Why is this ham lookin’ at me?
    I see an eye – and it’s starin’ at me.
    It’s the eye of a pig,
    Who was runnin’ round a yard,
    And was made into lard,
    Oh, this piggy’s life was hard,
    Little pig.

    Why is this ham lookin’ at me?
    I see the face of a pig seein’ me.
    It’s the eye of a pig,
    Who was never told he’s good,
    Until he sits on a plate,
    And now they say he’s good,
    Little pig.


    Let’s Go Krogering

    I said let’s go Krogering
    When the mean dog howls in the mud splattered trench
    It’s time to go Krogering.

    Let’s go Krogering
    Where the high walls are so green
    While the con man chuckles from the old park bench
    Yeeeeeoooow. Let’s go Krogering.

    As the whole world crumbles down, and the sky turns sickly brown,
    The lights in that old shopping mart are always on, they never start
    They call to me, speak to my heart.
    Come on, buddy, grab a shopping cart.

    One day I’m gonna climb to the top again.

    Let’s go Krogering
    Won’t you go with me Krogering?
    Where the Pillsbury mix is on sale for fifty cent.
    And the money you spend won’t be goin’ for the rent.
    Let’s just quit this sorry gig and hit the grocery store. Yeah!


    Blue Bunny

    Lo, these many, many years
    I’ve fought back all the tears
    And I’ve looked north and south and east and west
    Never stopped looking and I’m never gonna rest
    Till I find the little toy that I liked above the rest

    Blue bunny (Never! Never!)
    Blue bunny (Ever! Ever!)
    Blue bunny, I love you! I love you! I love you!

    Raggedy (he was so cool and plush and scrumptious!)
    Maggoty (so old and threadbare, not like Pooh Bear)

    Yes, I’ve sailed the seven seas.
    And got down on my knees
    And I’ve searched that apartment from morning till night
    When I woke up that morn it was gone from my sight
    Now I know the meaning of what’s wrong and what’s right.

    Blue bunny (Vengeance! Vengeance!)
    Blue bunny (Sentence! Sentence!)
    Dear bunny, I love you! I love you! I’ll find you! I LOVE YOU!

    Current Mood: crazy
    9:54 am
    Lizzz
    Sarah says she don't want you on my Friends List, so Hasta La Vista - unless you want to stay. You decide!
    Sunday, March 7th, 2004
    8:22 pm
    Krogers
    Eyin those donuts at Krogers
    Smokin behind krogers
    Buy a cart of stuff at Krogers
    Why am I hanging out at krogers?

    Krogers, krogers, Krogers, krogers, krogerzzzzzz.

    Doing a wiggle dance in front of krogers.
    What is going on atr krogers?
    Security gurard harasing me at krogers.
    Why am I wasting my time at krogers?

    Krogers, krogers, Krogers, krogers, krogerzzzzzz.
    Lets go krogering!!!
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