Comfort Eagle



We are building a religion, we are building it bigger

We are widening the corridors and adding more lanes

We are building a religion, a limited edition

We are now accepting callers for the pendant key chains



To resist it is useless, it is useless to resist it

His cigarette is burning but he never seems to ash

He is grooming his poodle, he is living comfort eagle

You can meet at his location but you better come with cash



Now his hat is on backwards, he can show you his tattoos

He is in the music business, he is calling you 'DUDE!'



Now today is tomorrow, and tomorrow today

And yesterday is weaving in and out

And the blipping white lines that the airplane leaves behind

Are drifting right in front of the waining of the moon



He is handling the money, he's serving the food

He knows about your party he is calling you 'DUDE!'



Now do you believe in the one big sign

The doublewide shine on the boot heels of your prime

Doesn't matter if you're skinny, doesn't matter if you're fat

You can dress up like a sultan in your onion head hat



We are building a religion, we are making a brand

We're the only ones to turn to when your castles turn to sand

Take a bite of this apple Mr. corporate invents

Take a walk through the jungle of cardboard shanties and tents



Some people drink Pepsi, some people drink Coke

The wacky morning DJ says democracy’s a joke

He says now do you believe in the one big song

He's now accepting callers who would like to sing along



She says, do you believe in the one true edge

By fastening your safety belts and stepping towards the ledge



He is handling the money, he is serving the food

He is now accepting callers, he is calling me 'DUDE!'

Now do you believe in the one big sign

The doublewide shine on the boot heels of your prime



There's no need to ask directions

If you ever lose your mind

We're behind you

We're behind you

And let us please remind you

We can send a car to find you

If you ever lose your way



We are building a religion

We are building it bigger

We are building

A religion

A limited

Edition

We are now accepting callers... for these beautiful... pendant keychains

Frank Sinatra



We know of an ancient radiation

That haunts dismembered constellations,

A faintly glimmering radio station.

While Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather,

The flies and spiders get along together,

Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.



Beyond the suns that guard this roof,

Beyond your flowers of flaming truths,

Beyond your latest ad campaigns,

An old man sits collecting stamps

In a room all filled with Chinese lamps.

He saves what others throw away.

He says that he'll be rich some day.



We know of an ancient radiation

That haunts dismembered constellations,

A faintly glimmering radio station…

The Distance



Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,

Engines pumping and thumping in time.

The green light flashes, the flags go up.

Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.



They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,

Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.

Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.

Their prowess is potent and secretly stern.



As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.

The fans get up and they get out of town.

The arena is empty except for one man,

Still driving and striving as fast as he can.



The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,

And long ago somebody left with the cup.

But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.

And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.



He's going the distance.

He's going for speed.

She's all alone in her time of need.

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,

He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,

He's going the distance.



No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,

He's haunted by something he cannot define.

Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,

Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.



In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.

She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.

Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,

He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.



The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,

And long ago somebody left with the cup.

But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.

And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.



Cause he's going the distance.

He's going for speed.

She's all alone in her time of need.

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,

He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.

He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,

He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.

He's going the distance.

He's going for speed.

He's going the distance.

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When she walks she swings her arms, instead of her hips

When she talks she moves her mouth, instead of her lips

I've waited for her for so long

I've wondered if I could hang on



'Let me go,' she said

Let me go and I will want you more

Let me go, let me go

Let me go and I will want you



When she wants she wants the sun instead of the moon

When she sees she sees the stars inside of her room

I've waited for her for so long…



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