Sunday music retrospective: John Kilzer

Eddie Smith:  Memory in the Making

Words only of my perhaps my favorite by Kilzer:

Wet Picasso

Once upon a time in the land of Nod

There lived a stranger who believed in God

He wore a cross to profess his faith

and all the Nodders hissed when he displayed

A wooden splinter ’bout the size of a pin

That glowed in the dark and beckoned the wind (to)

Spread blossoms on their tombs

And dab their necks in sweet perfume….

He laughed, he cried

He put the mud in my eyes

I tripped on a four leaf clover (and I)

Barely leapt up & over

A blind venitan behind shades

Landed in a crystal cave

Out from a rock shot Dante

With mescal chips & hot picante

Pointed to the stratosphere

Said man, it’s way to warm ’round here

The nightwatchman started to run (And then)

The deli owner grabbed a gun (And then)

The priest hit the lights

Don’t let the bedbugs bedbugs bedbugs

Bite sized indian vertigo

French fires & a medium burger

To go to go can in Tahitian sand

Paint the natives modern tan

Blood dripped like a wet Picasso

On the pimps of Harlem

And the whores of Moscow

Thug planned his cout’de’ta

Sister stuck the bills in her bra (She said)

Don’t scream…

Don’t fight…

Don’t let the bedbugs bedbugs bedbugs

Once upon a time in the land of Nod

There lived a stranger who believed in God

He wore a cross to profess his faith

and all the Nodders hissed when he displayed

A wooden spoon ’bout the size of a pin

That glowed in the dark and beckoned the wind (to)

Spread blossoms on their tombs

And dab their necks in sweet perfume….

All of a sudden

The sun turned brown

The children started falling down (And then)

The air was filled with poisonous gas

Don’t let the bedbugs..bedbugs…bedbugs….

bedbugs. bedbugs….