Bugolgi Apparatus

  Ain’t no place like America today   I’m empty   are you empty   I want to share my emptiness   with you   we could fill each other with these feelings   we could fill each other with emptiness   until we feel full   I could move things around   so could you   we could change some colors   and the mood   until that emptiness   was the color of the new   and then maybe   we would be too tired   and that we would decide   to be good  

  Talking to everyone   I talk to everybody  like my dad used to do  always keep it friendly  don’t wanna be rude  wanna know how you’re doing  make the world less cold  something about the burden  feeling less of a load I see life as absurd  with some moments of truth  health as a gift  will one day be yours  serious is easy  laughter is hard  implying generosity of soul  that some kill off can I help you with this  I see you there  this might be the only  conversation I have  how about this weather  that president  how I miss my mother  I pay back the kindness 

 I travel to the local community college in Bronx once a semester to speak about songwriting to the students of Dr. Michael Rose. Here's a summary:  10 Points on Songwriting

  Life of the ****   I love your body   I made a map that I study   there’s just one thing   that distracts me from loving   ideas haunt me   they take me out for shopping   through imagination   stretching endlessly   tell me what you’re building   behind those eyes   come live with me   in the life of the mind   we go from the streets   to penthouse high   but there’s something   more precious by design   enough parties   enough clothes   can’t spend hours   talking about sports   give me a novel or a film obscure my mind’s got enough   junk to last months

O god what have you done   leaving us with   the pain intact   and our desires turned on   I see everything   I’m going numb   evil’s let loose   in every parking lot   and I hide   and I hide at home   feeling unsafe   in futuristic clothes   my desires stretch   for miles around   while everyone else   moves to higher ground  

  Lovely You’d take every kind of drug  you don’t want to be involved  with what passes  as accidents in judgement  sprawled on the couch  happy to misremember it all  it was something it was  lovely did it happen  world calls without response  hammers in your heart  is there something  now gone missing  the love hits and dissolves  scenes make themselves up  and you’re wanted  in the back seat of a black car