Letters from the Lunar Outpost

Our only true course is to let the motive for action be in the action itself, never in its reward; not to be incited by the hope of the result, nor yet indulge a propensity for inertness.
- H. P. Blavatsky, Russian Author, Translator, and Theosophist (1831-1891)

Monthly Archives: December 1999

Wake up the neighbors, send down the cops
We got enough donuts for thirteen donut shops
Go get your father, go tell your mom
We want the thunder, baby, we want the bomb

I need it
My heart bleeds it

Thunderin’ across the heavens
And rollin’ gently down your spine
Rainin’ on the fertile soil
It echoes deep inside your mind

Raise up the rooftop, pull down your walls
Swing from the chandelier, girl, swing on my balls

I need it . . .

Crank up the system, kick down some bass
Ride with the sound waves as they sail through outer space

I need it . . .

( . . . guitar solo)

And rollin’ gently down your spine
Rainin’ on the fertile soil
It echoes deep inside your –
Thunderin’ across the heavens
And rollin’ gently down your spine
Rainin’ on the fertile soil
It echoes deep inside your mind

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Out on the plains there’s nowhere to go
Unless you wanna see a picture show
The football game is the place to be
The quarterback has an injured knee
Another night we’re out on the plains
The crickets resonate inside my brain
As I lie drunk in a pickup truck
I only wish these chicks would fuck

I cruise down Main Street
Wind blows in my hair
We cruise down Main Street
Dust flies in the air

We all got drunk and looked for some fun . . .
(Yes, we did.)

We all got drunk and looked for some fun
And so we headed for the teen nightclub
They kicked us out and they beat us up
So we went out to a wild party
Jocks drink beer and sit by the keg
There sits the hero with the broken leg
I saw a chick with a punk hairstyle
These teens so hip I can only smile

I cruise down Main Street
Wind blows in my hair
We cruise down Main Street
The donut shop is there

( . . . interlude)

I cruise down Main Street . . .

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It’s blind faith (blind faith)

Drive down the freeways
A cool wind is blowin’
And you don’t notice
Where the hell you’re goin’

Once I had a friend on the dark side of town
Once I had a friend who really let me down
Who’s really drivin’ this thing? Who’s at the wheel?
Where does your trust lie, baby? Is your faith real?

Drive down the freeways . . .

Once I had a girl
(She took his hand and led him down the primrose path)

Once I had a girl, she was so good to me
Once I had a girl, it ended bitterly
You may be ridin’ on an ill-fated trip
Make sure that you know where they’re guiding your ship

( . . . interlude)

Drive down the freeways . . .

Drive down the freeways . . .

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Julie needed some money
Julie needs a place to stay
Julie met a guy in a fur coat
The tricks are happy to pay

David sold a little cocaine
David sold a little hash
David was shot with a pistol
Johnny needed some cash

Don’t let it affect you
It goes on everyday
Don’t let it affect you
It goes on everyday

I didn’t mean to do it
That was all he said
He took some drinks and went drivin’
Now two children are dead

Richard worshipped the devil
Richard sacrificed them with pain
And Richard soon will kill again
Because he pleaded insane

Don’t let it affect you
It goes on everyday
Don’t let it affect you
It goes on everyday

( . . . interlude)

Don’t let it affect you
It goes on everyday (x 4)

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Sweet Christina with your skin so fair
Your soul is as dark as your dyed black hair
The two of you are such a sight to see
Please give a kiss to your bride for me

Burn your candles and cast your spell
Covet the lover you know so well
Curse my soul and that’s all fine
The heart I stole was always mine

Hey there, Teeny with your big attitude
Sugar and spice and everything rude
I was feelin’ I was somewhat gnarly
‘Til you told me I remind you of your Uncle Charley

Burn your candles and cast your spell
Covet the lover you know so well
Curse my soul and that’s all fine
The heart I stole was always mine
And I’ll never look behind

Pickle munchin’ queen of the corduroy range
If I am a chump, then you’re my change
Pickle munchin’ queen of the corduroy range
If I am a chump, then you’re my change
Pickle munchin’ queen of the corduroy range
If I am a chump, then you’re my change

Burn your candles and cast your spell
Covet the lover you know so well
Curse my soul and that’s all fine
The heart I stole was always mine
The heart I stole was always mine
The heart I stole was always mine
The heart I stole was always mine

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Currently Listening To:

Team of Rivals
by
Doris Kearns Goodwin