The Spinanes Arches & Aisles

Kid in Candy

Take a shine to the West Coast heaven
Looking best when we're together
Gliding through the East Side twilight
It's silent past when a girl could like it

Feeling good yeah feeling fine everyday
That's because you're three thousand miles away

Take a liking to the weather of the West
Eloquent, and bois de la celeste
Stand of pines and your romantic scent

Shoos to me in the dark after dark
So dark after dark

Take a shine to American weather
You look best when we're together
C'mon back, so revelant and clever

Take a drive down the East River Elevate
Hitch a ride on the Michigan Stateway
Take a drive down Almadidge
Stubborn, think about it

Take a ride down Pacific Coast Highway
Foxy lady says, "C'mon turn in my way
There's lots to do down in LA."

Sunset babe, that's a fox to you
Take a shine to the West Coast weather



Greetings from the Sugar Lick

Stuck listening for amusement
To tall tales of perfect unions
Knocked out in the free round
The view sways into carpet
And gives way to blacking out
You oughta be here, dear

With your nice cars and old man bars
Well give me a break, make him strong this time
All your bad plays, morning after days
Don't mean a thing to this hair-of-the-dog crowd
You say she needs it
Do you think she needs it
The trouble with you is you just can't see the truth
We'll meet at your house, have it all out
Pull your clothes off let's get this over with

Wash your mouth out
Swirl it around

Booth-sitter, trash-tipper
All your weak complaints
They're just one more day gone wrong
You think she needs you
Show it cold-strutter, bad lover
Hot shit, sugar rim licker

It's the twelfth night of the twelfth of never
We're just as classic and nowhere as pleasant



72-74

Nova siecle, gets up from her desk
Crosses the shag into the oval aura
Hitches up her body-clinged dress
Straightens her hose ~ the alliance

Whistling dixie reaching for the keys
Smiling ever so slyly in the land of the spooky

Stuck up on the ladder of success
Flaunting redemption and ~
The angel of judgement stares down through her wings
Why can't you be more like a woman for me

On the seventy-second hailing the back end
Comin in for a landing to butterfly heaven

Ladies run for cover
He's a lousy son of a
I can't say anything
I can't stop staring
I love her four across
And watch for the eighteen lost
I'm waiting for the chance to jump on out of
Your little boy work

Straddle lying down the empty streets
Shuffling and muttering as if there wasn't
Dimes of daughters under the
Soul-stealin back-movin likeness of your

Handsome and grateful catching the late shows
Your mustachio man ~

Ladies run for cover
He's a dirty son of a
I can't say anything
I can't stop staring
I love the four across
And watch for the eighteen lost
I'm waiting for the chance to jump on out of
Your little boy

I can't say anything
I can't stop staring
I love the four across
And watch for the eighteen lost
I'm waiting for the chance to jump on out of
Your little boy world



Leisure Run

When are you coming down
Leaving for your day of leisure
On a rule and tightly wound
If it's so funny, maybe you could laugh about it
You called in the captain and enlisted for the late
Still taking it easy
A languid salaam to the victress upon high
Well isn't that nice

When are you gonna turn around
Leaving from your core of sadness
Swan-dive form completely sound
If it's so tired, maybe you could live without it

When are you coming down
Blue-faced in the pink of morning
Flood light prone and clocking out
If you're so hemmed-in, baby maybe you can walk around
What's working you out



Love, the Lazee

Since we tripped you're so dull around here
In fits and lulls you pout at and kiss off

Dewey-lipped and the cold sweat of makeout
You stand so close

I long for the light lanky of ya

Beauty calls loosen surrender
The ladies lose in your seersucker pressure
Step up to it

The whole town crashin on ya
And all ennui in trouble
Lost to the late long last look

Cagey move in the dead light of springtime
Your sweet, sweet weight
Art for the layback
Well I beat you out with the circle of your mouth
Cause be still you're wishing and willing
Step up to it

The whole town crashin on ya
And all ennui in trouble
Lost to the late long last look



Sucker's Trial

Looked around
Called us car
Rebounding off
Fucking up
Quitting time till
Lose that high

Eased in to the jaded charm
Strack in the corner
Voyeur talk
Looking out just for yourself

You wanna talk about it
You're wrapping rings around me
You're kinda making this a trial

Drying off third-rate bluff
Signing up tossing off
Baby time to make it out

You wanna talk about it
You're wrapping rings around me
You're kinda making this a sucker's trial



Slide Your Ass

Come on over take your walk across the water
And drop it to me gently
It's getting nearer but it's not getting any clearer
And I can't go for that
And it's not final

You busted up notes before
The men you so droll and supine
And he looks so good
Almost as good as when your mood was better

I'm waiting on your call
I don't wait for anyone at all
So lose the pose, come a little closer



Reach v. Speed

Caught each other off-guard
Made a mess of it trying to make sense
So taught each other a lot
Through cruelty, shame and betrayal
So doubt rising daily
The private writing in and out any time

Strange would you hurry in here
A shadow further faster
Could not hurt you enough
But ~ singing of her
Dumbstruck and diving for cover
Strong to the little bout
Shallow desert so absolute so silent
And delight



Den Trawler

Sentimental fool, have you missed it again
Christmas is coming with its white balls of flame
Gussied up in Sta-Prest, the room is in trim
It's not so wondrous, you're indentured to it

Your lust, so close to torture
With everything you want

Shaking towards shelter and vodka on ice
Looking for words to Auld Lang Syne
God grant us grace in working the room
God grant me patience caught in his sight
God grant me patience to just make it

Cocktailed moneymaker
Ice breaking

Your tongue, so close to torture
With everything it seeks
An empty-handed breeze
An empty head it grabs at
As if it could be real
You say you'll leave it up to me
I can't stand to hear you speak
Or to listen to you sleep

Christmas is coming with his bright balls of flame



Eleganza

Electricity hangs in the sky
Dirty stillness and the ruts of tires
So sweltry set it up
Hurricane seafoam green
Ringing somewhere on the velvet sea

The clouds racing off of the lake
I lie awake

Damp silver strands you leave
Spiral up heavenly
Prints until the ache gonna let it be
Cool glow of your breath
Caved and coughed out
Diamonds dripping on the low-voice sound

The winds blow off of the lake
I lie awake

Breezing through such big days
Checkin in with the velvet grace

The shape of the space
From the teeth to the nape
Gonna make it good
Love to feel your grace
The best yet uncovered
Transient and tired
Drink me into the long cool and wet

Kiss us away



Heisman Stance

You called it off
Then sulked about it all awhile
That's not how it adds it up
That's not how a man acts
Is that what you are

And steely-jawed
She's tallying qualities that you lack
Passing it off as stand-up
So pure and demanding
As if kindness could be hard

Still swimming towards your hands
When all is said and done
Locked in a Heisman stance
And I don't trust a thing
Why don't you prove me wrong

Later on, you're not as wild
Skimming through the motions
Robotic in devotion
Common all awhile

Her head in arms
Battling up and down
Dragging as a rule

Still swimming towards your hands
When all is said and done
Locked in a Heisman stance
And I don't trust a thing
Why don't you prove me wrong