Talkin’ Headsmen Blues (another song for the Roshomonics Cycle) Beware that ol’ black rain Injection cloud into the brain Feel them thoughts of self-destruction While we steal without obstruction Try to stop me, I’ll open your head Replace you with Chondu’s brain instead And learn your friends inside and out While you search for clues, Under my machine You got the Headmen Blues My surgery can be precise With gorilla hands I make my slice Now come hear the plans I’ve got the head of a man Beside melted Jerry whose skull bones were shrank Now meet Ruby Thursday, a computer bank Was made indestructible head for her body Her perfected sphere she will give every body Stolen body say, what’s the reason for you? To help rule the world with these Headmen Blues? With a few adjustments to their minds Any mass movement they’ll just despise While we get all the cash, commodities They won’t address over population ill at ease Shrink them in our boxes, we’ll fit the world to our needs...

Here's a nice set of lyrics inspired by Steve Gerber's early Daredevil stories, part of the cycle I call "Roshomonics." I think of them from Natasha's point of view. Matt’s Not Coming Back Matt’s Not Coming Back To San Fransisco where it’s just the man And dreams are pulling stakes Homeless, now my heart aches. I didn’t know he could live without me. 1/ Moondragon, she could read his mind No longer blind So of the chances I have taken by his side It seems a mansion is no home Where there’s nobody home Are we all alone? Sold out, he’s the hold out man The show won’t sell to feed the band And all beside the Bay as planned Fell down once they took their stand And here am I on another sand Love, adventure life was grand But there’s no final act Matt’s not coming back. Matt’s Not Coming Back Matt’s Not Coming Back To San fransisco where it’s just the man And dreams are pulling stakes Homeless, now my heart aches. I didn’t know he could live without me. 2. Hear my hear...

After soaking my brain in Gerber of late, there's a very short tale of how a couple of responses to writing led to a chain of subconscious that followed me out on my walk to Subway at 2:30 am. The colorful Headmen characters were the first to call forth a rocker: I had the feel for something punk rock that suits the freaky visual aspect of these unique comic book schemers. As I pondered the "Talking Headsmen" soon after I realized my favorite piece of dialog with them, the multi-level ruse of the impostor Jack Norriss seems a promising scene to offer lyrics. In between crossing streets, a Berlin-era Bowie/ Eno flavored tribute to Celestial Mind Control emerges as a second song, after only a block spent with creativity broken loose for "Headmen" by a quick listen to Black Flag before I'd left. After I arrived home, I tried listening for other themes. A couple of tunes started to come along as lyrics, and then, I wrote this one in one sitting. Ladies and ge...