Identified as a trouble maker by the authorities since childhood, and resolved to live up to the description, Charles Carreon soon discovered that mischief is most effectively fomented through speech. Having mastered the art of flinging verbal pipe-bombs and molotov cocktails at an early age, he refined his skills by writing legal briefs and journalistic exposes, while developing a poetic style that meandered from the lyrical to the political. Journey with him into the dark caves of the human experience, illuminated by the torch of an outraged sense of injustice.
The universe is held together by a slender knot. The message we write to succeeding generations is written in finest script. Whether it all breaks down to yes and no in the end we'll never know. The writing will be the same.
In your thumbprint and your bellybutton and your voice and the twist of your joints There's a changing signature, owned of generations, Impressed with changes wrought of union. Someone poured acid on the world and the threads got twisted. The message is mangled. We can't read the notes we made to our cells; The delicate lines run as if tears were distorting our vision. Woman's the victim. Her womb's a mischief machine. She can't trust it anymore. The universe is held together by a slender thread, And life is more tender than we had thought. Someone dumped garbage in the sea. Someone went walking on the moon. Someone took a sheet of paper and made a list of names they didn't know, And the fragments of lives went falling into the fire like scraps of paper and tatters of old clothes. Someone cashed a check at the bank. And someone opened the drainpipe on a sludge-spattered truck And watched the poisoned liquid flow into the swamp, into the water, into the ambiguous night.
It's a smoky night, with the wind blowing cool and scented with some forest burning off north of the horizon.
Country nights, that's the way it is. Moon rising and slowly taking a panoramic view of all below. From her level it must seem immense. Summer wind blows windbells leaving behind tangles of melody.
Bricks of delusions Made of the clay of form And the straw of conceptions Fired in the kiln of no compassion Make a very solid house Into which the Big Wrathful Wolf of Liberation Can't get in. Not by the hair On my chinny chin chin.
If the beginning of the earth were to happen again today, My Goddess, I would serve you well.
Time drags at our feet, and the millenial roll of the stars Lays a stilling hand upon our thoughts; Our eyes do not always recognize each other. Later, in a moment of remembrance, We will find ourselves, too late.
I bust loose in this world, without a watch to tell me time I drift. My eyes bleed, they bleed straight from the heart.
I bury my knife to the hilt in concrete. I look at you -- your deal -- you deal me the Ace of clubs. I give you swords, You offer me cups. I wander all the streets at night to fill you up.
There is no dealer. I break at the moment of violence, I laugh at the instant of joy, I bring you the fruits of the earth in the hour of labor when the sun goes down amid the cries of babes surrendering at the breast. This is my testament -- All that I have gathered in my sinful hands. For you, my Goddess, have I sinned, and conquered heathen lands.
Somebody's Wearin' A Skull Necklace, by Charles Carreon
Somebody's wearin' a skull necklace 'round the place 2-nite, She's dancin' in the moonlight, shinin' mighty bright, She's dancin' dressed in scarlet, under the dim barlight. No one knows why she does it, her smile is so sincere, But when lips curl back and canines snap Even grown men fear, Becuz somebody's wearin' a Skull necklace tonight, A girl so sweet is rarely seen by those with human sight, Yes somebody's wearin' a Skull necklace tonight, and if you wanna dance with her Be sure you treat her right!
Slip click drop shell into chamber Turn pull trigger Take you out fathersucker Don't know where you came from Why you won't die But tell you what You'll have to stamp this nigger's ass "DEAD" Before I eat one tiny piece Of your shit. Your spell book's so long I get tired just reading one page of it, Still sometimes I'd like to cut a deal with you and get the skinny on how, where, what, why and oh what the hell It's outta the question like Saddam Hussein trying to buy a Patriot missile, Just not gonna happen now is it. So, there's no way to learn but to go rounds with you and I've done it ... Your tiny signature, Your perfect arguments, Your "we'd be pleased," Your acid pen, But I surprised you, didn't I? I surprised you when I got so crazy and so disciplined When I hopped your barbed wire and my witnesses laughed at your face And money meant shit When fire and lead fed the day Sweet combat -- My boot kicking down your door Pointing that muzzle Pulling that trigger -- Ooh, that had to hurt.
I've got a stranger destination, Behind the locked code Of your eyes, And the means of infiltration, Besides. When I want you, It's not because of Anything I've ever known before, It sparks and flies Over the darkening skies, And there are a thousand choruses Singing in your eyes, Besides.
It was the Night before Christmas And all down the road, The truckers were pulling Their Chinese loads
Haulin' that crap To Wal-Mart and such So we can bury our kids Under a mountain of junk
Only assholes hate Christmas Least that's what they said And when he heard it a lightbulb burned out in his head
He flipped into overdrive And picked up his suit He was a jolly old fella With bombs in his boots
He was a Suicide Santa With tears in his eyes For his message to the world He was happy to die Suicide Santa Doo, doo, doo, doo Suicide Santa Doo, doo, doo, doo
Well he made a long list Of bad boys and girls We'd be better off losing From this great big world
Millionaires, Billionaires, Trillionaires, friends Bankers and lawyers The ones who know best
He tucked that list in his suicide vest, Headed out on the freeway To the Vegas strip
He was dressed real nicely for his final act Wasn't gonna stick around for a heart attack
He was a Suicide Santa With tears in his eyes For his message to the world He was happy to die Suicide Santa Doo, doo, doo, doo Suicide Santa Doo, doo, doo, doo
He called himself in to 911 Said he was headed for Caesar's to have some fun Loaded for bear, let the SWAT team come, They're welcome to die, every goddamn one
Security parted like the Damn Red Sea When Moses stretched out his rod, you see, He was a smilin' mass of notoriety
He was a Suicide Santa With tears in his eyes For his message to the world He was happy to die Suicide Santa Doo, doo, doo, doo Suicide Santa Doo, doo, doo, doo
He cleared out the dealers From the gambling hall To the poor broke players He gave it all
He told the band to play White Christmas, and to the showgirls said sit down, saying, "I'm not ready yet to blow this town"
That seemed to relax the tension a notch He lit himself a stogie And asked for some scotch With his boots on the table, He savored a sip And said to the cameras "What a helluva trip," Here I threaten to kill 'em Now I'm in the chips"
Cause I'm a Suicide Santa But I'm not insane It's just lately This terrible pain We'll all have to suffer for the mess they made So I'm a Suicide Santa Doo, doo, doo, doo A Suicide Santa Doo, doo, doo, doo
Then he pulled an alarm clock From one of his boots Hooked a wire up to it and then said "Boo!"
The people fell back And moved for the door Except one old chick A used-up whore
She said if you don't mind I'll sit with you As far as I could tell This show's about through
He pulled out a chair And poured her a shot He said, "At this here table We bet the whole damn pot."
'Cause I'm a Suicide Santa And on Christmas Day We'll light these candles In a magic way Convert the doubters And believers, too Show 'em the shimmy Like we used to do
'Cause I'm a Suicide Santa, And it's Christmas Day, You can push my button Any goddamn day 'Cause I'm a Suicide Santa Yeah, yeah, yeah Suicide Santa Yeah yeah yeah
Well it was all over Google On Christmas Day How Suicide Santa Made his getaway
From the rooftops of Vegas Where he hitched a ride In a stolen copter That flew outta sight
Flying over the mountains Last seen heading north As fast as Mel Gibson In a speeding Porsche
He leaned out the window With his Newlywed wife Smilin' like Elvis Under the lights He said "Merry Christmas And to all a good night May good boys and girls Learn how to not fight
'Cause I'm a Suicide Santa And it's Christmas Day I've got my toys, So now it's time to play I'm Suicide Santa Yeah, yeah, yeah Suicide Santa Ho, ho, ho
I'm a Suicide Santa And it's Christmas Day I've got my toys, Now it's time to play-heh-heh yeah
And then the radiant days of summer came to wash away indifferent pain, to grow the leaves of green again and warm the bones of tired old men extend the playtimes of the young The days of summer came again.
The days of summer came again and we as well arrived, in pickup trucks and colored tents in hippy garb and Wal Mart threads in Winnebagos, jeeps and beetles, on motorbikes and even jet-skis wasting time and drinking beer not even feeling slightly queer, The days of summer come again and we together all with them.
The foolish American people ride a roller coaster up one side forever mounting high it's summer always till we die, the days of summer come again our thoughts drift southward to our friends; The fruits grow heavy, the tree boughs bend, The days of summer come again.