|all those pretty
kessell - november 2002
now October is over
Jack-o-lanterns, bruised and blackened
in the cold night air.
thanks and remembering that November brings,
soon there’ll be strings of colored bulbs everywhere.
all those pretty lights will never hang just right,
they’re knotted and tangled, twisted and strangled,
never shine as bright
a single star on a clear and silent night.
December’s burden to make us feel certain
we’ll open the curtain on a shiny new year.
we cheat the shadows with electric halos
light the long nights and try to hide our fears.
all those pretty lights...
all the world’s electricity
make them shine evenly
every single bulb is tended.
one little spark
a torn and tattered part
bring the whole thing to a fiery ending.
lifetimes of oil won’t keep those tiny lights loyal
someone decides to pull out the plug.
the brightest manger won’t keep you from the danger
falling on your ass when someone pulls out the rug.
all those pretty lights...
kessell - december 2001
can tell by the colder winter weather
the time of year loved ones love to get together,
kisses and sharing hugs,
all manner of contagious bugs.
be swapping holiday gifts
giving each other pecks on the lips.
that exchanging spit
bound to make you sick.
sneezin's greetings to you.
over, now it's time for flu,
colds, strep, and bronchitis too.
greetings to you.
warms the heart to see the joy
faces of all little girls and boys,
with crystal-crusted noses
ones that are running like garden hoses.
year you don't want to seem rude
you’ll have a piece of Aunt Tillie's devil's food,
though you know Aunt Tillie's been sick
sneezin's greetings everybody.
to start feeling stuffed up and snotty.
toast you with an Alka-Setzer Flu hot toddy.
Halloween it's creeps with razor blades,
4th it's fireworks that blow up like grenades,
this is the most dangerous time of the year
it’s our friends and relations we have to fear.
opening cards isn't safe anymore
there's always the chance they contain spores.
you wanna give me a holiday gift,
don’t you cross me off your Christmas list?
greetings to all.
out the Vicks, Ludens, and Halls.
time for everyone to sound like Lou Rawls.
greetings to all.
greetings to you…
kessell - december 2000
wanted to write something hopeful
the human race
I realized I couldn't do it and keep a straight face.
wanted to be cheerful and warm everyone's inner fire
I realized I'm not that good of a liar.
fasten your seatbelts, this is the final descent.
last chances have all gone, the good faith has been spent.
every man for himself for the remainder of this trip.
world is going down, it’ll soon be time to jump this ship.
goodbye to your loved ones and friends,
time to begin the inevitable descent/dissent.
may be looking forward to some kind of happy new year.
I’m expecting the same old disbelief and fear.
may think your smiles will keep us all afloat.
hate to be the one to tell you but we’ve run out of lifeboats.
fasten your seatbelts... This empire's going down...
me a cynic; you can call me negative.
freely admit it, it's the way that I live.
can call me a downer, you can call me a drag
while you're up there cheering
down here waving a white flag.
fasten your seatbelts... This planet's going down...
auld mistakes be forgot
lessons all unlearned,
say was the fate of the dinosaurs,
it’s our species’ turn.
kessell - october 2003
like we’ll make it through another year.
wasn’t sure we would
all the lunacy that’s going on.
have gotten so surreal;
hasn’t looked too good.
sorta thought by now we could be gone.
we’re still here I thought I’d write another song
all of us crazy human beings.
seems like I’ve been beating this horse for so long
it won’t change anything.
all I ask is
don’t blow us up today?
know we don’t all see things the same way
that’s not bad or wrong.
know this is just a song,
please don’t blow us up today?
time last year we were holding our breath,
not to suffocate
all the poison thoughts in the air.
then we could not expect
of the wrong turns we’d make
our reckless journey to nowhere.
though we’ve managed not to crash and burn,
doesn’t mean the coast is clear.
long as we continue not to learn,
make the same mistakes year after year.
all I ask is...
this year I’ve looked for a sign
things are getting better,
at least not getting worse.
wish that I could find
good behind all the
and threatening words.
even though I believe
all partly at fault
the terrible mess this world is in,
don’t want to see it all come to a halt
we’re playing a game no one can ever win.
all I ask is... and so on...