bottledWalter

Written: 10/17/01
Words: Walter Koning

Life got you down
Girl not around
Missing kissing

Where’d the last one go
Why is she not allowed
Was something missing

Come to me darling
Love me darling
Speak to me baby

She thought you a clown
She wore me on down
From her there is
No missin’ the kissin’

Written: 5/27/02
Words: Walter Koning

Cheeseheads are coming
Cheeseheads are coming
Will they bring cheese for me to eat

Cheeseheads are coming
Cheeseheads are coming
Will they have a head that looks like me

Cheeseheads are coming
Cheeseheads are coming
Will they be following a band from show to show

Cheeseheads are coming
Cheeseheads are coming
Will they be dirty and have no jobs
Except what they sell at each show

Cheeseheads are coming
Cheeseheads are coming
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
How large this following will finally grow

Cheeseheads are coming
Cheeseheads are coming

Written: 5/3/01
Words: Walter Koning

I now understand what the beer is good for
It’s not for health or babes knockin on your door
It’s not the way to stay up really late or more
I now understand that the beer is only good for
Paying twice the price to do what little kids do galore

The beer it helps me fit in with my friends
The beer it gives me the reason for a little sin
Depending on what ratio of time, food and innocence
The beer it give me a place to stick my tongue in

I now understand what hard liquor is for
It’s not for shooting after drinking lots of Grolsch
It’s not the way to stay sober and in the clear
I now understand that the hard liquor is only good for
Drinking half as much before you hit the floor

The beer it helps me fit in with my friends
The beer it gives me the reason for a little sin
Depending on what ratio of time, food and innocence
The beer it give me a place to stick my tongue in

Written: 4/27/01
Words: Walter Koning

Mist
Rain
I found a broken umbrella and called it Sam
Put it over my head and rain came crashing in
Tossed it to the ground next to the garbage can
Near where it was left

Man on the porch called out litterbug
Sam was still on the ground
Picked it up and set it on the can
Left for dead, never to rise again

Mist and Rain
I’d do it all again
Call it Sam
Test it out
Put it back
Left for dead
Black was it’s color
Sam
Black was the night
Mist
It was gray or white

Written: 5/13/01
Words: Walter Koning

I ‘m going to be wired
My time has expired
I really want to get called by the girl I admired

A gnat on my screen
That spider hanging from the awning
To whom shall I tell all that I’ve seen

The last of this coffee tastes quite bad
They’re closed inside, so sad
Where shall I got to show them I’m less than glad

I’m not mad
I’m not wired
But I am in a place to be seen

Cop car at the saloon
He’s an ogre-like goon
Best when seen in the valley of your spoon

My mind does wander
Light posts with candles on top
Changing colors, laughing at me
Visions of the plane going down
Only me to carry out the brand
What if the train had a man with a gun
I was already off but who would I tell
That ripple on the ground in the cement
It’s a boa chasing me
Dogs are fashion statements for those
Who don’t like fashion statements

I’m not wired, merely inspired

Written: 4/4/01
Words: Walter Koning

Ties $6.00
In this city we can hardly give away a tie
So we charge $6.00

Ties $6.00
What shall I tell them to wear it with
A sweater of denim or a t-shirt

Tie $6.00
If I sell $200 worth at this decent price
I’ll have 34 less ties

Ties $6.00
Umbrellas on rainy days, hats on game days
Simply ties today

Ties $6.00
For Thursday golf meetings to impress the clients
For casual Mondays

Ties $6.00
They make a great gift for a man who has it all
An easy way out

Ties $6.00
Lunch today at gourmet burger
Beer after work with co-workers
No thank you, I’d rather not spill on my $6.00 tie

Written: 4/10/01
Words: Walter Koning

I want to eat pudding pie, or is it custard
Or is it chocolate mousse
I want to eat cheesecake with it’s sour cream cheese flavor
I want to eat pizza, stuffed crust, no, breadsticks with sauce
I want to read a newspaper, eat ice cream, drink a smoothie made
With yogurt and vanilla ice cream
I want to drink another beer, or do I want to socialize a little longer
I don’t want a cigarette break, just a chance to be outside for a few minutes
I want to walk to BART alone, with a babe, we’ll call her Mable
Mable the babe, walking with me to BART
I’m going to ride my bike a long way
Ski in the snow and sun
Dance naked in the rain someday when I’m carefree
I want to be carefree, not old and self-conscious, or young and
Self-conscious, or young and foolish
I want dinner, not McDonald’s, it gives me gas, not enough fiber
I’ve got to get back to my two bedroom, two bath, upstairs apartment
I’ve got to get a cat for my dog to play with, so to speak
I want to be Bob Dylan, or Buddy Holly, or the Jack of Spades
Or the Jack of all trades
Oh what will I trade for it?

I have time, to write when I sit down on BART
I want to type this stuff, and stuff it into a bottle
I want to create bottled walter and share it with many people

I want to figure out how to job the jobless, put them in a nice
Little binder and present them to the world
Wrap them in a nice brand and sell their value to any bidder
Train them to dance and sing so they can sing and dance
For anyone who asks them to

I want to celebrate diversity with a double tined fork
Feed my belly with the feeling of unfamiliarity
Feed my soul with the food of the world
I’ve got a newspaper under my seat
I’ve got food in my bank account
I’ve got ten more minutes before I can go
Before I can expand on the rest of what I have to share
Maybe I won’t share
I’ll keep it to myself
I want ten minutes from now to be here and gone already
That’s when I’ll bask
That’s not when I’ll read a Chinese newspaper or the Berkeley Planet