lovehate podcast 448: Her Hair Spilled Out Like Rootbeer

Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue
Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town
But the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks
And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He's a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave
But the cops would never think to look in, in Burma Shave

And the road was like a ribbon and the moon was like a bone
He didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever known
He kinda looked like Farley Granger with his hair slicked back
She says I'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat
How far are you going he said depends on what you mean
He says I'm only stopping here to get some gasoline
I'm guess I'm going thataway just as long as it's paved
I guess you'd say I'm on my way to Burma Shave

And with her knees up on the glove compartment
She took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer
And she popped her gum and arched her back
Hell Marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road
Some night my heart pounds like thunder
I don't know why it don't explode
cause everyone in this stinking town has got one foot in the grave
And I'd rather take my chances out in Burma Shave

Presley's what I go by, why don't you change the station
Count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror
She said Mister anywhere you point this thing
Has got to beat the hell out of the sting
Of going to bed with every dream that dies here every morning
And so drill me a hole with a barber pole
And I'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight
Why don't you have another swig
And pass that car if you're so brave
I wanna get there before the sun comes up in Burma Shave

And the spider web crack and the Mustang screamed
Smoke from the tyres and the twisted machine
Just a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved
Lies swindled from them on the way to Burma Shave

And the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow
Up against the car door on the shot gun side
And when they pulled her from the wreck
You know she still had on her shades
They say that dreams are growing wild just this side of Burma Shave

thinglets: Poetry Shooters

Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover
Baptized in tears from the real.
- Derek Dick 

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
- Allen Ginsberg 

The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
- T.S. Eliot 

Down by the Riverside motel, it's 10 below and falling.
By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes and started swaying.
But it's so hard to dance that way when it's cold and there's no music.
- Tom Waits 

Us people are just poems. 
We're 90% metaphor 
with a leanness of meaning 
approaching hyper-distillation.
- ani difranco 

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough. 
- Ezra Pound 

I've got this great idea.
Why don't we pitch it to the Franklin Fucking Mint?
Fine pewter portraits of General Apathy and Major Boredom singing whatever and ever Amen.
- Ben Folds 

Scrambled eggs and whiskey in the false-dawn light.
- Hayden Carruth

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
- W.B. Yeats 

Worlds spinning orbit quicker than 9/8ths Dave Brubeck.
We come now, frantically searching for Thomas More, rainbow villages.
Up on suddenly, Charlie Mingus and our man Abdul Malik,
to add bass, to a bottomless pit of insecurity.
- Gil Scott-Heron