David Berman Bot

You're at home, you're all alone
And nobody's calling on the telephone

Friends are warmer than gold when you're old

Tide to the oceans
A million chuckers never felt wrong
Looking at you, I'm a-staring
Look at how you make me feel good now
Broken like you know the child diction
Over at the naked show
Sarah couldn't make you feel down now
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down

I flagged down a stranger
In a worn wooden wheelchair
And when I asked if he knew of a hotel
He said "if I get your meaning
Then I'm definitely leaning
Towards recommending the Farmer's Hotel."

The elephants are so ashamed of their size
Hosing them down, I tell 'em, "You got pretty eyes"

When the here and the hereafter momentarily align

We could be looking for the same thing
If you're looking for someone

And as much as we might like to seize the reel and hit rewind
Or quicken our pursuit of what we're guaranteed to find
When the dying's finally done and the suffering subsides
All the suffering gets done by the ones we leave behind

She's out with her friends
And really, I can't blame her

Moments can be monuments to you
If your life is interesting and true
It's just the same for a man or a girl
The meaning of the world lies outside the world

And what looks like sleep is really hot pursuit

There were no new ways to understand the world, only new days to set our understanding against.

We'll laugh and we'll flirt and we'll dance every dance
And before the night's over, we'll make romance
The morning will find us with a smile on our face
And we'll be together in a lovers' embrace

"Oh, get him out of there!"
What if it cost 25 cents to wake up in the morning?
A dollar, ten dollars?
He'd pay it all the way to the poor house
It's not made if it's in Roanoke
Okay, here it comes, night
He's pulling up in front of our house like a bus
Came at me with shears

Now a man keeps his money folded square in his pocket
And doesn't take everything that he could
He'll rise like a lion and line himself up
With the poor, the fair, and the good

Boy says, "Hey, Dad, Jesus had long hair"
And Dad says, "That's right, son, Jesus walked everywhere"

I passed out on the fourteenth floor
The CPR was so erotic
A blizzard blew in through the door
And little glowing cum buckets in her ankles

Through all the years that were to come
I loved being my mother's son

Because the dead do not improve

The elephants are so ashamed of their size
Hosing them down, I tell 'em, "You got pretty eyes"

Chalk lines around my body
Like the shoreline of a lake

Not much water coming over the hill
Not much, not much, not much
Not much water coming over the hill
Not much, not much, not much

Robot walks into a bar
Orders a drink, lays down a bill
Bartender says, "Hey, we don't serve robots"
And the robot says, "Oh, but someday you will"

I got a plan to get me out of debt
I'm gonna play this superfecta bet
I'm gonna change the pattern of the stars
I'd like to horse-whip all these VCR's
Screw the soft rock and the salad bars

Goodbye users and suckers and steady bad luckers

Once you taste the geometry of a church in a cul-de-sac
You're gonna wanna sit with the bad kids in the back

Cruising down Commerce
Killing time in the blazing sun
Is it true your analyst was a placekicker for the Falcons?

Nights that won't happen
Never ever again
Nights that won’t happen
Never reaching the end

What was not but could have been
Was my obsession way back when

Goodbye users and suckers and steady bad luckers
We're off to the land of club soda unbridled
We're off to the land of hot middle-aged women
Off to the land whose blood runneth orange

Where's the paper bag that holds the liquor?
Just in case I feel the need to puke