Vimeo # 9

Somewhere in the Valley of Nowhere

thass sick my
sock goes up____play my guitar huh eh scream out a song by the
Dead Ponies my favorite--uh

When Your Head is Chopped

Off off off off
When your head is chopped off off off
it's not easy to get up
When half of your head is all fried
it's not easy to keep it all cool

chopped off chopped off chopped off
off off off off off off off off
yeahhh

When your head is exploding
it's not easy to see the sky
When your head is all twisted
it's not easy to know why why why why

Will you ever love me?
Will you ever really care?
Will you ever kiss me?
Even if I am not all really there?
When I see Serinna she's going to __
She's going to twist around and probably run_I am so tall it's like
like I dunno I am the tallest dude in class all the time and she's so
tiny- you could put here_ I mean uh in your pocket_I ain't
kidding I mean_ she's gonna run dude and and and probably laugh
and slam Mr. Wightman's door where all the banana breath nerds
hang out_ and uh uh uh_uh uh __Serinna is uh going to spit on
me I bet you yeah and she's gonna throw her fizzy pineapple drink
on my face and make wierd tough rubbery uh faces at me uh I
dunno __ dunno dunno soI run run run run run run run run run
run run run run run run run out the door __ today she 's dressed up
like Lady Gagaaaah
in a haystack-do with a martini glass dress and snake bracelet
poison tongues flappin' out her arms and highest heels with metal
tweezer tips and a cardboard cloud-shaped wrap with bullet strap
edges and psycho eyes printed on her leg thingys and revenge
scribbled on her cheeks so I just just walk kinda drag walk up to her
my hands stapled to my sides and open my mouth and my tongue
rolls out all the way down to the hall floors so so I dance like I
dance I like I have never danced so I tango rock it outside of Mr.
Wightman's class and tell her that I don't really want to be friends I
just want to
dance so I dance
until her revenge falls apart
until her cottony hair fires and bombs up
into the wiggly air and I skate it all the way down down
yeah yeah I am not broken I tell her I just ain't normal cuz

see I don't really have a head
Hey ankle pants!
Hey you with the vampire shirt!
Orale, pues! Wazup! Why always starin'? Wanna take a picture?
I am Serinna, the Goddess of the Desert! Yeah yeah
that's what everyone says so what?

Okeh_uh_uh

So?
Can you talk dude? jOrale! jDejate caer la greña, dude! Let it loose,
carnal! You must be new! Hablas la lengua o-que? jLa migra te
mochó la tripa, eres mojao'? Did the border patrol carve out your
tongue, dude?
Uh eh uh eh what?
(1000 miles per hour across the desert--the Dead Ponies sing
Little Drug Angel (drug lords come & killer teeth)

Little drug angel please please don't answer my cell
little drug angel will my heart ever get well
I am waiting by the drug truck roads and chopped heads
drug lords come with all the dead already dead
killing other drug lords and drug angels from hell
and drug drivers on drug wheels gone so soon
on drug roads with drug eyes and drug killer teeth
that go clickkity-click and boxes boxes boxes
for the shopping mall of drug bones and drug skulls
and drugs drugs drugs for one and all
drug lords come come
killing other drug lords and drug flyers
on rollin' drug wheels on ghost roads with drug laws
and drug jaws with drug teeth and boxes boxes boxes
stashed with more drugs wrapped on fat watches
that tik tok tick tok and talk tik tok
to each other about blowing their heads up
so so no one will ever know them or
where they come from because because because
drug lords need no papers to blow up that's what
little drug angel will you ever answer my cell
little drug angel will my heart ever get wel
drug lords come come and listen listen
eighteen wheelers La Lineas flaming wires
patrol guns and tanks and bank machines on fire
that go blammmm wazup and the drug angels
blow up their heads on the other heads
flying high desert to desert there are no crimes
just bomb brains on young wings and bullet rains
rat-tat-tat on everything and that is that
drug eyelashy crosses and blood bone flowers
for the drug road bosses you can smell it
all acros my bed sometimes
little drug angel please please don't answer my cell
little drug angel will my heart ever get well