i hate my name

twenty-five years ago, whats his name,
came up from below.

never going back again, a dancing fool,
flies around like a grocery bag.

now he's walking on the phone lines,
tapping two-time, making friends and enemies and disconnections.

i heard his sister has a big kite, likes to soar high,
to steal the earth from the satellites.

now when we go out daylight walking, we know they see us,
so our bodies wear our brightest colors.

yes that's the price we pay for drinking, from the fountain,
that no one told us not to play in.

it stinks that all our foes surround us, call us by our name,
for they are the ones that named us Larry.

i wonder when the stones and rocks will rise up, sing hallelujah,
then do away with both scissors and paper.

no one has ever heard that mountain, scream in ecstasy,
our ears are too full of children.

so take the time to wake the lover, winking at yourself,
finding only what you hoped was not there.

now you truly know the secret, but so does everyone,
they all watch you in the theatre.