Thoughts (The Ballad of Jumping Jack Flash)
I feel like sludge.
I feel like shit to be quite frank,
Standing here by the open door, waiting for you.
But there goes Jumping Jack Flash again!
He’s flying off again
With a beer in his hand
And ten in his head.
Dying off again
In the salt rimmed air
Two E's for eyes!
He’ll hie to outrun his history's cries for help
And everyone here plays acoustic guitar of course.
The girl in the corner,
She’s deconstructed Stevie Nicks again,
Her black body is bandaged, wrapped around a Pet Shop Boy.
Now Jack Flash ain't none too content with that fact,
For Stevie’s his chick, first and foremost,
When Susie, Lucy, and Tuesday’s last feline ghost
Have vacated the dusty cattle ranch.
Pet Shop better watch his neck or he may never play acoustic guitar again.
I wish I was happier.
And I really wish I had some acid
To keep me warm on this cold June night,
Standing here by the open door, waiting for you.
Oh! If I could tell a tale of hearts and minds
Fears and sorrows, tears and hollow
Bits of pasture reared in the lonely, little, residual lump
Of good feelings you have for me-
I would.
My has beens would’ve, could’ve not been
At hand.
Now,
In only a friend’s hand.
“What stories do you have today mister?”
“Jumping Jack Flash. It’s a gas gas gas.”
The knife goes quick slash to Pet Shop's vein,
Poor Stevie's dress will be ruined
If Pet Shop's vein does not remain intact.
Hardly a fact of fiction.
Simple biology and physics.
Men’s throats haven’t changed terribly much over the years.
“No, really? Everyone around here plays acoustic guitar?”
“I ain’t lyin’ man. Some strum it well. Others mumble like Bob Dylan when he wanted to fuck with us. Everyone here thinks Bob Dylan’s shit don’t stink, but you know what? I ain’t got no toilet paper.”
"I want to stick my dick in you.
It would be true love.
I love you Stevie."
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore”
More and more of Pet Shop's blood spilled on the floor.
More and more, the blood I saw, I swore
It came waist deep to Stevie's tattered feathers.
And that's when Jack realized his chance for love was dead.
Eyes wide
He fled open
Into the night and was never seen again.
To this day the acoustic guitar players have not forgotten his face
And on nights like tonight strum still through his doleful melody.
All that remains of his infamy, immortality and continuously reedited wikipedia page.
And Stevie?
Well, Stevie I don’t know quite so much about. Actually nothing really. I assume she’ll pass on someday. Hopefully in spectacular fashion.
She was always the more romantic of the pair.
And Pet Shop?
Well, Pet Shop's dead.
And I...
Well, I'm standing by the open door waiting for you.
