Defunkt  1983 (untraceable lyrics)

You are strangling me with your love
in your hotel room of permanent disorder
I cry for help – for open air / you close the window and I pass out
between your walls / in your arms…

I slept alone for many whole nights
but one more minute / and I will kill you
you look at me as if I had no eyes
but when you touch me / I have no skin

You made love to a photocopy
and left the room / in perfect order
by leaning out of the window
and traveling / by ambulance

strangling me with your love…   [X 4]

You are strangling me with your love
in your hotel room of permanent disorder
I cry for help – for open air / you close the window and I pass out
between your walls / in your arms…
(chokin’ to death) strangling me with your love…
(chokin’…) strangling me with your love…
strangling me with your love…  

[I'll even lay a freebie on ya.]

(tuning of electric guitars, assorted drum warm-up rolls)
"Hey Detroit - it's great to be here. We love you Motor City !!
(wild applause fills arena)
"This next number is named When Cows Come Home."

The ranch-bound bovines, in dehydration,
yet wary of Kool-aid, declined to drink.
They grazed in wonder, cowed rumination:
where does “beef” come from?  A herd tends to think

of pasturage, water, and basic needs.
Ranch-hands assured them all was in order;
privileged guests enjoy the finest  feeds.
Cows, content on this side of the border

try Buddhism, yoga – or simply gaze…
though things in the distance loomed ominous
(those lots at the edge of the well-hoofed ways)
– and a stench wafted into their consciousness.

Yet their calves frolicked on while the bulls mounted heifers –
dreamed vegan dreams as they nibbled grasses
some earned doctorates, others went clubbing;
all loosed sustainable methane gases.

Soothing their calves with fables and stories
where cows are the measure of pastured life
they deflected the gist of the young ones’ queries,
affirming that Truth means avoidance of strife.

“It’s best to just graze. Don’t ask questions dear.
We’re on this planet without any clue.
We evolved. From just what is a little unclear –
but Cow Science has proved that it’s true.”

I have been posting an original poem-per-day
and will continue through April (National Poetry Month)
so all Song Meanies are cordially invited, whether to revile, to yawn or to applaud:

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LONG LIVE POETRY ! (most useless of the noble arts...)