Samm Bennett: selected lyrics from HISTORY OF THE LAST FIVE MINUTES (1995)
	soon as the rain lets up go close the window darling it's gonna come up a big rain soon never mind what the weather man told you i can tell by the color of the moon come over here and sit beside me i wanna whisper something in your ear soon as the rain lets up sweet baby i'm gonna get the hell out of here every now and then i had a free lunch but you know i never got a free ride so even though i know where the grass is greener i guess that's why i'm still on this side but that's all gonna change sweet baby as soon as this big rain stops cause i'm gonna seize the moment darling you're gonna see where the other shoe drops
	flat fix flats fixed / knuckles dusted no one is safe / no one is trusted jackhammer murder / half a book of matches gas can evidence / catch as can catches checks cashed / noses broken weekly installments / on a subway token ladies night free / radios stolen no one is called / no one is chosen money loaned / maybe thumb break hobble to the law / they're all on the take cop shoot donut / billy club bounce you pay thru the nose / you pay by the ounce breakfast special / bottle of night train liver fulla holes / 3 dollar migraine doctors orders / your money don't talk coughing up blood / right out on the sidewalk
	bright new future all preparations are made! anticipate with pleasure (PLEASE!) the future exciting encoding of the "happy" dna a new efficient FRIENDLY creature! step into our "make-you-better" box, please! a pleasant bio-circuit rearrangement! "convenience of procedure" is our striving! we look toward your "shiny new contentment"! enjoy our friendly gift! we seek your pleasure! you are a new desire for "nice transactions" your joyful wish consumption of our PRODUCTS! eliminate confusing contradictions! please nicely tell your friends communicating together is "good way" for happy nurture one and all! our system is inclusion! EVERYONE can be the bright new future!!!
	underwater still life in motion with ritual dagger and cloud ritual dagger / fine toothed comb tropical flower / old dry bone laid out on my table / all of this some kind of strange reminder of your sweet kiss tethered across the blue sky a feathery cloud draws my gaze upward from out of this crowd breaking up and dissolving in its ascension this cloud is as epemeral as your attentions i see you underwater naked there out in all directions flowing your long black hair undercurrent draws me no surprise i crave that delicious drowning in your whirlpool eyes
	no such animal never stop and think about the food you're shoveling no stop slurping as you keep on swallowing big slab of something in the microwave sizzling wash it all down with a smile keep guzzling no such animal... no fat chance to let yer arteries unclog into the blender go the plasma & the egg nog every day's christmas as you gobble up a cheese log grinnin ear to ear like a barbecued sheep dog no such animal... never turn down a bowl of bone marrow stew juji fruit fry in a fat fondue butterscotch pudding and elmer's glue reverse liposuction over dinner for two no such animal... no speculation over starvation politics bucket fulla gristle plus an all day sucker lick sloe gin fizzle over melted swizzle stick a rumble in your belly never kill yer culinary kick no such animal...
	fat back burner i got a lot of thoughts to think i got a big round bottle of unicum to drink i been around the block i wasn't born yesterday i'm the dead horse that you won't stop flogging falling asleep still you won't stop talking tell me why o why does it have to be this way ain't no telling what's gonna drop next nobody round here goes by the book ain't nobody's rhyme gotta have a good reason everybody gather round and take another look take another look take another i gotta take it day by day i gotta plate of fried chicken to take away there's something wrong with me i ain't got time to wonder what never mind what's cooking on your fat back burner you can't teach me nothing i'm a real slow learner on your way back out make sure the front door's shut ain't no telling what's gonna come easy when you've fallen outta favor with your fat back friend the check is in the mail and the chicken is greasy everybody gather round and wait for this to end wait for this to end wait for this
		heaven i remember it very clearly it was an alabama summer morning bright my daddy came in to wake me up he opened up the curtain to let in some light he sat down on my bedside said son i got something to say try to be brave my sweet little boy your mama went to heaven today heaven... right about that time in my life i was seeing some strange things on tv police dogs and fire hoses they were aiming them at people that were darker than me i was just a little kid i didn't understand quite what was going on but i imagine i thought those policemen wouldn't go to heaven cause you don't go to heaven when you do things that are wrong heaven... some memories reach right out to us while others seem enshrouded in fog sometimes they're like an old machine with rusted wheels and rusty cogs but there's a place where every memory is clear and bright that's why the angels sing and each memory becomes neither good nor bad in heaven we'll all remember everything heaven...
			all lyrics copyright Sammm Bennett published by Directional Music (BMI)