danny gorman

danny gorman

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black pants

Written By: danny gorman

tonight the moon
be no lint on black pants
a pitch of black I have seen but once before

in my basement
with no window to breathe
where the light switches sleep
where one could forget their own mother, and self

in evening prior
above city tops
but not beyond
air had been a solid dull blue
a blue that if you saw in a film
you'd render fictitious
but it was
I saw for myself
as all appeared two dimensional
apart from company
my best friend

don't tell me you miss me 'cause although I know it be true
it only makes one of us feel better;
you

and I regret that which must be confessed
it's that I
know nothing
of it

some hotel

Written By: danny gorman

there's charm in every grocer
love in every trade
there's a polite smile exchanged between
the bellhop and the maid

he said : I used to be in films before the agency went west
I started working with my mother, she said, and I just never left

good god, good god, good god it's killing me

the waiter's stealing pineapple from the kitchen buffet
but the cooks are all his friends and look the other way
and we're working almost as many hours as the poor old concierge
who finds it more convenient to sleep upstairs

good god it's killing me

martin in 121
is out on the reserve
he hasn't gambled in a month and feels it's well deserved
and the doctor and his wife are asleep in separate beds
they haven't spent a night together since the night they wed

I don't mean to assume, or come off a little rude
but this hotel's quite expensive are you sure you can afford a room?
we're only here for one night
only just passing through
that's what they all say
the ones about your age
I'll fix you up a simple room
and please enjoy your stay

good good god
good good god
good good god it's killing me

folklore

Written By: danny gorman

I believe in a giant squid pulling people in
a prehistoric monster living in Scotland
and we've been visited from outer space;
the foreign affairs of a grey race

I believe in UFOs and ESP
the CIA's conspiracies
like a second gun shot Kennedy
and secret high societies

I've kind of always known you believe in ghosts,
a place that loves you when you need it most
I've kind of always known why you put your hope
in a place that loves you when you need it most
this place loves you
this place loves you

A giant bang starts the whole thing,
leaves the world on tiny strings
and 21 will end all days,
pharaoh kings and Mayans say

levitating monks float around on an inner peace that they've found
in a place that loves them
a place that loves them

I've kind of always known you believe in ghosts,
a place that loves you when you need it most
I've kind of always known why you put your hope
in a place that loves you when you need it most
this place loves you
this place loves you
a place that loves you
this place loves you

punchlines

Written By: danny gorman

there's no crying in this teardrop of a town, girl
making way on a moderate wage
masquerading as merry folk

now, now I see the joke
a comic tragedy unfolds in front of me
and you and I
we're taking the punchlines

you try and tell me you're and outcast
but I don't see your handicap
I don't see your genius
but maybe that's not for folks like us

oh, now
now I see the joke
a pitstop to you
in my home
but you're not sticking around
waiting on the punchline

go on girl, go on get out of here
I want to wake up one morning with a letter from you
says I've up and gone, packed my good clothes and moved on
go on girl, go on get out of here

you take the blue and you take the black
with knack and finesse
I'd never have guessed that
you weren't born into this

happy kitchens

Written By: danny gorman

a two car garage and the cars to fill it
burgundy, brandy, rum-flavoured biscuits
and you, you're chopping your hair with all-purpose scissors

we all know what happens when you go too deep
you'll drown in that wine
and wake in your sleep

that ain't dinner talk, dear
that ain't dinner conversation

roadmaps and atlases
out on the table
figure to fold them, we'll look at them later
but not at the table
do me that favour

that ain't dinner talk, dear
that ain't dinner conversation

cause days wouldn't matter,
trash would just gather
you'd see it collapse and wish for the latter
it's bar-stool slurs best kept at a whisper
for when you're out of earshot of your baby sister
don't go make a mess of this happy kitchen

keep it dinner talk , dear
dinner conversation

talk of adventure
and places for later
dashes and lists that look good on paper
I ask should I switch to using straight razors
let's finish the dishes and talk of it later