full service love kafka character: part III



by

kevin costello (kc), brother matt (bro), matt wascovich (mw) and mike watt (watt)

- who wrote which line version -




#1

it's a jimmy smith organ freakout (kc)
jukebox dollars gone (mw)
but gots tulips on his (bro)
"jimmy organs," blowin' 'em out cheap (watt)



#2

grandpa in america to work (mw)
post jerked-via-earcandy destiny (watt)
migrants shopping for cheap abortions (kc)
...the dream lives on ! (bro)



#3

damper found in pamper (watt)
inside empty sad sack (bro)
sadhu sits desire in check (mw)
don't break things (kc)



#4

going out in costume (kc)
a suburban halloween (mw)
funny dick-for-nose glasses (watt)
everyday is a holiday... don't bust the bubble (bro)



#5

boiler room juicer (bro)
blank lust (kc)
and bank statements (mw)
in rank basements (watt)



#6

job winning behind closed doors (mw)
wide open full window view show (bro)
just before seed toss (watt)
got drunk and gave myself a splendid haircut (kc)



#7
face caught in zipper (watt)
he can't find his lucky hat (kc)
lost unsure at the keypad (mw)
jones, bogarting the green ones (bro)



#8

I don't believe in the moon (kc)
I don't believe in blind obedience (bro)
I don't believe in baggypants (watt)
I don't believe in junk mail (mw)



#9

nightstick darkness drives dives deepest (bro)
put on Miles's Budo so that (mw)
dancing could best express my sadness (kc)
as pukes round out my evening time (watt)



#10

after pulling taffy all day (watt)
I've been pushed around tonight (kc)
a stop for moonlight crab dance (bro)
timeout on church step (mw)



#11

chronic homestyle smilin' bomber burning (bro)
his bonus high-hat spring compressed, (watt)
Blakey is on the drums (mw)
big shoes! people get outta the way! (kc)



#12

holding a big hot wet sloppy al pastor burrito especial (bro)
holding the application for rodeo clown and nervous (kc)
holding it together w/quiver lip (mw)
holding his dick out in front of people (watt)



#13

unused TV piled up w/nonuse and dust (mw)
regis, put back in his box (watt)
poorly painted nudes hanging crooked (kc)
WOW! great party! (bro)



#14

sunset on lake erie (mw)
for pedro dudes, only theory (watt)
once you know, you can never again not know (bro)
3 a.m. running in the rain, alone (kc)



#15

spit (mw)
and w/sharp fingers (watt)
cut the crap! (kc)
Now, how does this feel, my darling? (bro)



#16

like a monk closes a door (mw)
artfully shaking the salt over hash browns (kc)
tinkling the spaces between the notes (watt)
...just another donkey show (bro)



#17

meliorate stepping up to the plate (bro)
saving that last blast for (watt)
on stage he knew that (mw)
there is a certain terror to tile floors (kc)



#18

it's a come up (kc)
for Bolan, a rip off (mw)
corkscrew wig (watt)
plastic dick (bro)



#19

hard slam flatback in evening gutter crumble, (bro)
I heard what sounded like bees (kc)
watt's amp, plugged in (mw)
his heart, pumped plump dumps (watt)



#20

6:30 easter morning memoir: (bro)
brother matt live from pedro says (mw)
I remember I remember faux pas turntables skips (kc)
"sew the foot onto the ankle, not the crotch, doc" (watt)



#21

let's blow this hole. I'm ready to roll. (bro)
part my hair (kc)
throw on the jeans (mw)
and fart in my chair (watt)



#22

just before blasting a hole through the sheets, I (watt)
woke up feeling the boom of doom (kc)
the burn to learn (mw)
tell me, where do you hide your cookies? (bro)



#23

choice reprise, dance 'round may (bro)
pole, stuck in mouth (watt)
shoplifting soap (kc)
nora busted in pittsburgh (mw)



#24

london, brick roads and snooker (mw)
tango dreams of dancing naked with Charo (kc)
whispering nasty vespers (bro)
head still firmly up arse (watt)



#25

singapore slings in a swing chair (bro)
fumbling w/a bowl of rice (mw)
while searching my armpits for lice (watt)
I can now use chopsticks (kc)



#26

after hearing george w's spiel (watt)
I don't find sit-coms funny (kc)
or relevant (mw)
so stick that in your pipebong and smoke it (bro)



#27

unbroken stare down (mw)
butt-floss bikinis, bare brown (watt)
baggy pant dilettante drug takers (kc)
"Welcome!" (bro)



#28

only the oldest elders knew of the three roads to heaven: (bro)
growing a mustache (kc)
writing code (mw)
erecting (watt)



#29

black boys blowing (kc)
horn modeling parker (mw)
winning jimbo his trophy (watt)
everybody digs good jams, sancho (bro)



#30

immersed in the puddin' (watt)
much more different than the dream (bro)
in the end (mw)
I figured it all out after I fasted (kc)





keep who wrote which line a mystery





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