Constellations

horoTrace the stars
Draw your path
Walk in the shapes
of Constellations
Tell everyone
That you’re wandering
aimless
Don’t let on the plan
Don’t let on…

Make your bed
Of grass and gravel
Sleep in the peace
of Constellations
Tell everyone
That they’re rich and
they’re famous
Don’t let on the plan
Don’t let on…

I’d get high
But I’m afraid of heights
I’d get high
I wobble when I drive
And my heart is
made of Styrofoam
It’s been packaged
Just for you

Talk with the stars
Make a promise
To live in the loft
of Infatuation
Tell my everything
Where your wandering
Mind Is
Tell me the plan
Tell me…

(august 1993)
© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)

The Waiting Life

Labrador Dali ‘Possum House CD’

 

And I don’t get how you get by
You’ve closed your eyes
You’re so surprised
when you wake up every day,
and it’s not yesterday again
And if you paint the windows black
the sunlight cant attack you anymore

And you don’t get what you gave up
You keep your home
like a waiting room
And freedoms just another word
for crippled by your fear
So turn up the TV set
and watch them ringing in
another New Year.

How can you say it’s the end?
When it never even really began
And their calling your name
but you pretend you can’t hear
You’re only as real as you feel,
and you don’t have to feel a thing.

You don’t have to feel a thing.
You don’t have to say a word.
You don’t have to think at all.
You don’t have to sign your name,
or tell them who you are,
or even if…

You have no right to do no wrong
Don’t sing along with my mistakes
If that’s what it takes to
shut you up and move along
There’s only one more verse to rehearse
before you can quit the band.

How can you say it’s the end?
When it never even really began
And their calling your name
but you pretend you can’t hear
You’re only as real as you feel

You don’t feel anything at all…

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

Jalapeño Bridge


        Labrador 03.10.08 Elbo Room
Space is nothing,
when youve nothing left to face
I cant take what
we pass off as boredom

Standing before you
But after the laughter
is the crying shame
Another game we gotta play

A secret for two is a story
And our story’s all over the world
You can do anything

Feeling nothing,greenguywhen you’ve nothing left to give
I cant think of anything
to say to you

Standing before me
But after hours the powers
too strong to shake
Another cake we gotta eat

You can do anything

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

Desert Still Life


  Labrador Dali ‘Exile on Myspace’ CD 2008

We’ve run out of road
And we’ve run out of night
We can keep on driving
But we cant get anywhere
The sunlight’s going to catch us eventually
But for a little while
Weren’t we almost free?

There was a moment there
So remember today
There was a moment there
Then it got away

And back by the camp
The tapers sleepwalking
They’re waking and bacon in room eight
They’re changing the guard out on the porch
With the turtle beer
And that bread they break

And there was a moment there
When I thought you would stay
There was a moment there
But it got away


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

Another Band to Follow


      Labrador Dali ‘Possum House’ CD 2010

Just buy a shirt
And no one here gets hurt,
But danger’s where you flirt
If you don’t have exact change.

Here’s our CD
The first one’s always free,
But make sure you talk to me
When you get itchy

Maybe she turned
The day she finally learned
That the inside
was all vacuous and hollow
She might have got a life
Or she might be someones wife
Or she might have found
Another band to follow.

She didn’t mind
When she had to stand in line
After wasting so much time
In empty bar rooms.

Winter turned to summer
We broke another drummer
But everything’s a bummer
Now that you don’t come around.

Maybe the scene
Isn’t what it’s always been,
I might have said some things
She couldn’t swallow.
Maybe she went clean
And joined with the machine,
or she might have found
Another band to follow.

Here’s our new tape
We call it the re-rape
It’s a remix of the disc
We sold you last verse.

Just sign here
For your sound man and your beer
And if the credit card clears
You’ll get an hour.

Down the bathroom stairs
For nefarious affairs
Maybe we forgot her in Ohio
Or maybe it’s too late,
She gave up and went straight
Or she might have found
Another band to follow.

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

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)

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

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)