Spiro Agnew

          Thunk ‘Thunklife’ CD 2001
Spiro Agnew stepping off a boat,
He doesn’t have to float,
They’ve got him on an avenue,

Summer blue wasted in the hours,
Shaking in the trees,
Take them where they never want to be.

And the days come and nights fall,
But nothing’s really happening at all

I’m not hanging on for this world,
I’m not hanging on for this one.

Always have a hard time getting in,
I’m not pure of sin,
We’ve all got our residue.

Summers gone twisting in the trees,
Or shaking in the breeze,
Thinking what you never want to think.

And you’re waiting on a phone call,
But it never rings,
It never rings at all.

I’m not hanging on for this world,
I’m not hanging on for this one.

Spiro Agnew stepping off a plane,
He wont go back again,
He wont ask for a reference.

And the days come and nights fall,
But nothings really happening at all.

I’m not hanging on for this world,
I’m not hanging on for this one.

Hang on, hang on.


© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)
circa 1992

The Trudge

Labrador Dali ‘Exile on Myspace’ 2008Here I go,
I got my chip on tight
And my head down low
There’s no reason to bustle in this town
There’s nowhere to go

Its all gears and springs
We’re tugged around on puppet strings
And the man squats over us
casts his shadow down on everything

But I’m not going down again
I’m not going down again
Not again

So here I am again
Underneath the table with Frank Of Oregon
Wish I was at home with Squeaky
And my Three Essential Pens

This towns a hole
They built it on a basin
inside a toilet bowl
I let my headwound do the talking
And just threw my hot dog into the snow

Im not going down again

© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)
(circa 2007)

Creepy Guy


Thunk ‘Melodius’ 1995Slice you up with a proposition.
Check for change in a payphone.
Hang around for another miracle
that you know will never come.

Size you up in a conversation.
Take your change and buy a beer.
I cant wait for another chance to run
The one I know will never come.

Turn your cheek and see me through the other eye.
There will never be another guy like me.
Turn your trick and pick my mind for flies.threehead
Oh, my God! I’m such a creepy guy today.

Sing your songs out ofmy window.
watch the street for your shadow.
Should I pay for another empty day,
that I know will never come.

Turn your cheek and see me through the other eye.
There will never be another guy like me.
Turn your trick and pick my mind for flies.
Oh, my God! I’m such a creepy guy today.

© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)
August ’93

The End of the World Song

(April 1993)

Up on the Fourth Floor

Mosquitohead- Biddy Mulligans- 12.03.93
I drank a cup of coffee,
And tried to avoid
Writing this Song.

A fan in the Window,
An Empty Pack of Smokes,
An Empty Daydream
Carries me away.

And I can go on and on
And on and on and on,
But no one is listening
To this song.

Sat on your sofa,
Saw that look in your eyes,
Like something has to be
Happening somewhere

Through several doorways,
A million stair cases,
A million staring eyes
Carry me Away.

It’s only a song,
It’s not like it’s the End of the World.
It’s only the End of the World,
It’s no excuse to write a song.

Up in the evening,
I went to sleep at dawn,
And tried to avoid
Losing this buzz (zzz).

Awoke with a feeling,
That far away look,
A million staring eyes
To carry me away.

And I can go on and on
and on and on and on,
But noone is listening to this song.

© Robert Emmett McWhorter
Published by Hermetic Medical Records (ASCAP)

Arturo The Cucumber

grapeArturo the Cucumber
When will you learn?
That Matches can’t swim,
And Monkeys won’t burn.
When the yearn man knocks,
Quick! Let him in.
Everything you want will be yours,
When you need it.

Arturo the Cucumber,
When will you learn?

He sang and he skipped.
He tripped over easy.
He spun and he spun,
Until he felt queasy.
He said to himself,
‘I must be a Clock’
‘Cuz nibblers don’t spittle,
And Boulders won’t rock.

Arturo the Cucumber,
When will you learn?

He tried and he tried,
But couldn’t succeed.
So he kicked his feet,
And tried just to bleed.
His Medical Record
Skipped over Splotches
Of Juices of Uses,
A Noose in it’s Notches.

Arturo the Cucumber,
When will you learn?

©Robert Emmett McWhorter/
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)
(circa 1994)

Cricket Hill

Labrador Dali 07.18.09 CJ Arthurs

Saw you standing by the keg
propped up on your wooden leg
We raced down to the beach
and up the top of the lighthouse

We threw our empties into the lake
and you said you might make a mistake
I said “There’s a train I’m supposed
To be on, and I wish it was you”

You didn’t think I’d mind
what was on your mind
We didn’t think they’d mind

We can turn down the gravity
just a degree
not enough to fly away
but just enough to see

That we can feel the space between
the surface and our feet
Feel the creeping, revolving
world slipping by underneath

Saw you up on Cricket Hill
as far as I know you’re up their still
Waiting for some bus to come back
with your veggie burrito

Well here’s your change
Here’s your chance
Hear them calling for the last dance
And I’m the only one left here
who can stand up straight

I didn’t think they’d mind
what was on your mind
If We Were out of our minds

We can turn down the gravity
just a degree
not enough to fly away
but just enough to see
That we can feel the space between
the surface and our feet
Feel the creeping, revolving
world slipping by underneath

© Robert Emmett McWhorter/
published by Hermetic Medical Records (ASCAP)
all rights reserved

B.

A Storm of Conscience Awakening

Fingers Combing for Fleas

The Thrill of Time

Runs Down your Spine

Like History is a Disease

Pick of the Litter Recycling

A Monkey turns into… ME!

And I’m just Scared that

I won’t be Afraid of the Things

That I should really Fear

I Feel like Praying

Pick a Religion

Choose your Confusion

Poke out your Vision

Love Made me Blind

Blind Made me Fall

Fall on my Face

In Love over You

© Robert Emmett McWhorter/ 

published by Hermetic Medical Records (ASCAP)

all rights reserved

Foot In Mouth

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Chewing on a nerve you ask me
If the pain ever goes away,
And the world is enjoyed.
Chewing on a nerve, I ask you to stop.
The beat goes on when the heart is broken,
The song goes on but the record’s broken
Until we can’t go on anymore

No wonder I can’t get anywhere.
Walking in circles, my foot in my mouth.
Flush this one right down in history, wash it right out.
Let’s toast to our full glasses, let’s shake on shaky ground.
Eat the man-eater and let your insides out.

Sometimes you cry when you feel like laughing.
Sometimes you laugh too hard to cry.
Sometimes you feel nothing at all.
And it goes so long, once it finally hits you,
It hurts, I’ve never laughed so hard in my mouth

No wonder I can’t get anywhere,
Walking in circles, one foot in my mouth.
Flush this one down in history, watch it wash right out.
Let’s toast to our full glasses, let’s shake on shaking ground.
Eat the man-eater and watch how it all turns around.

I’m letting my insides out,
I’m letting my insides out.

© Robert Emmett McWhorter/ published by Hermetic Medical Records (ASCAP)

Happy New Year from Mars!

(aka ‘Martian Dixon’)

Here, the Hot air has nowhere to go

Labrador Dali- Possum House CDI light a cigarette
The smoke rises into my eyes

A line of cars waiting
A line up of lives
Stalled in the passing lane
Passing their chance
To take a chance on life
And on Mars it’s New Years Day

And I’d give anything to break free
From these chains of traffic and responsibility
Longing for the feeling of longing

Search the sky for a sign
Check the back of my eyelids
For the vision I once had
I can’t wait ’til I don’t have to wait anymore
Somewhere, it’s New Years Day

© Robert Emmett McWhorter/ published by Hermetic Medical Records (ASCAP)