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“I Miss The Zoo”

I miss the drunk, I miss the fiend
I miss the simplicity of addiction and the scene
I miss wandering aimlessly in half dead sewers
With rats for eyes chewing on forgiveness and the will to apologize
I miss the return of no return as I burn in avalanche of white snow and yellow cocaine
I miss talking to brick walls while following the grain
And human dolls as I plagiarize myself like a dummy
Stuffed with counterfeit money for Cairo and black honey
I miss illusions begging to be chased
Even as they disappear into me erased
Until there is no one or nothing but the chase
And a powdery ghost with no face or faith
And the woman of my dream disappearing without grace

I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo

I miss evolving into a cloud of blue marijuana
Blown from the lips of hookers and pimps
As they smack each other down in alleys for the dammed but mighty
With no one but the weak around and the beautiful unsightly

I miss numb Neanderthals marching in rows of living dead
From my wisdom teeth to Spain and back again in my head
I miss salvation in syringes and angels of mercy
In blooms of smoke numbing rain which drinks when thirsty
I miss glasses full of spirits who without tongues speak to me of napoleons wild nights
I miss staying up for days and becoming a psychic pretzel flying kites
Chewed on by a Zulu heading with toads to mars
A mysterious prison and one without bars

I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo

I miss waking in the arms of strangers like puppies
Just born in the pound to a dead mother with eyes sealed shut
Looking for a tit to suck and other dangers
When only the night before laughter was the only pursuit
Even as knives carved up our backs and demons sat like Buddhas eating fruit
Meditating on hate forever in our minds
I miss exposing my bones and the need that rewinds
Even my burning home, even my gutted inner child
Even my dead grandfather beneath the ground that’s wild
Even my criminal family, even my weedwacker thoughts
Whipping a thin plastic string to cut the ears of others as I sing
I miss van Gogh’s revenge, I miss his nightly binge
I miss spiders surrounding my bed and lifting me as if an effigy
Or a Dead King or a prophet of doom
A Jesus for the apocalypse wearing dirt like perfume
Or a mother for Satan or a ghost for all the children of abuse
And taking me into the fire watching me burn like a goose
As they sing in spider voices
There goes creation, there goes the moon
There goes the butterfly wanting a cocoon
I miss being a bloom and a goon
[?] too soon, in the afternoon
A doctor of regret
Hanging onto guitar strings in tune
And hanging by a belt wrapped around some pipe to nowhere and felt
My lips too wrapped around what appears to be stained glass
As religious figures dress like rocks with class
Burn into gas to the center of my brain
The euphoria of dying and being born all at once
While wearing the hat that reads ‘dunce’

I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo



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Lyrics and Music by Joseph Arthur, Edited by Ehud Lazin

You started out on Ork
A cosmic jet fueled dork
And I would love it when you
Visited us on happy days
Only you could know
The witness of your show
A brain made up of sadness
And electric rays
Good morning Vietnam
Must’ve been your truest song
For in you was a war you’d always wage
The hunting of good will
The laughs would never fill
Your hunger for the dream
To turn the page

Oh Robin you flew
And now robin you fly
To places we can’t see or yet conceive
The joy that you gave
We know now was brave
To be free and yet
remain still a slave

The fisher king was you
Those of us never knew
That your demons hadn’t yet been tamed
You hid in the storm
Of laughter so warm
Hard to see that the source
Was still maimed
Awakenings will come
But the sadness goes on
And age will come down on us all
The dead poets you loved
Wrote of it as they shoved
Light into the darkness of the fall

Oh Robin you flew
And now robin you fly
To places we can’t see or yet conceive
The joy that you gave
We know now was brave
To be free and yet remain
still a slave




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1. Come Calling (Her song) 3.42.
2. The Water Is Wide. 3.25.
3. The Sun Comes Up. 4.05.
4. Bea’s Song. 3.43.
5. Hold On To Me. 3.28.
6. River Waltz. 4.14.
7. Crescent Moon. 5.11.
8. Angel Mine. 4.10.
9. Carmeletta. 3.57.
10. Fade Into Me. 5.06.
11. Where Are You Tonight? 5.15.
12. Pale Sun. 3.43.
13. White Sail. 3.51.
14. Hollow Sinking Feeling. 3.30.
15. Ring On The Sill. 4.26.



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