I LOVE YOU BABY MASSACRE

One of the things my boys in Houston were doing was participating in a "Visual art drinking and painting group" called appropriately enough- I Love You Baby. Like Canada's Royal Art Lodge these guys get together sporadically to create work. It's not my thing but I apprec. a rock band approach to anything. As I said Perry, Mark and Jon play music also. They played me some recent stuff by their band Stabbin' Cabin. It was mostly static and ultra thin bluez fuzz, but the lyrics were top of the line. I made a trade with one of my book cover paintings for a couple of lines from one song. Here's last night's South TX motel room results.

I LOVE YOU BABY MASSACRE

Her mouth is a church where no one comes to pray
Her heart a dark cemetery
A waiting open grave
Ran out of I'm sorrys I'm sorry to say

Pool's half full of leaves
Still the fields are covered in snow
Don't know too many mysterys that don't go unsolved

Her eyes seem all under
A dead giveaway

4000 miles behind
4000 more to go
I Love You Baby massacre
And no one gets away

Her mouth is a church
Where no one comes to pay
Whose heart a sanctuary?
No place to stay along the way

South Texas just a memory
Distant static on the radio
Don't know too many mysterys that don't go away

Her pardon is my pleasure now that that swimming pool's half full of leaves
Down by that river South Texas a distant memory

Play the static on the radio
Another way to say you play the blues
Spin the potato
Come on Daddy-o
Used to be your favorite thing to do

I Love You Baby massacre
And no one gets away
Her mouth is a church where no one comes to stay
Her heart a dark cemetery
A waiting open grave
Awaiting...

MO
2-23-06

Today I cross the border. Wish me luck.