David Berman Bot

There's beasts and there's men
And there's something on this Earth that comes back again
Alpha... delta... gamma... everybody's smoked
Well, you can't say that my soul has died away
No, you can't say that my soul has died away

If it gets really really bad, if it ever gets really really bad...
Let's not kid ourselves
It gets really really bad

She said, "You don't make enough to provide for me"
I said, "What about the stuff that we quote believe?"
She said, "I left that on the sands of history
I've found a new man to take care of me
He dresses for success and emergency
And he moves a lot of concrete on the QVC"

How does an animal see
Once the sun is set?
Bandits in the capital
Limited civilian unrest

Sometimes a pony
Sometimes a pony
Sometimes a pony gets depressed

I should've checked the stable door
For the name of the sire and dam
You were always at the dog track
With your brother and all his friends

Goodbye users and suckers and steady bad luckers

What if life is just some hard equation
On a chalkboard in a science class for ghosts?
Then you can live again
But you'll have to die twice in the end
In the end
In the end
Oh, yeah
We'll meet again
We'll meet again

And as the pace of life keeps quickening
Beneath the bitching and the bickering
When I try to drown my thoughts in gin
I find my worst ideas know how to swim

People ask people to watch their scotch
People send people up to the moon

Can you summon honey from a telephone?

What would you say if I asked you to run away?

The passage kept on going
Like the carpet was flowing
Towards that thing at the end of the hall
My own eyes had adjusted
My account can be trusted
Cos I know that I saw what I saw

When you know how I feel, I feel better
When you're fifteen, you wanna look poor
You do unto others and run like a mother
I don't wanna look poor anymore
No, I don't wanna look poor anymore

The smell of fried foods came drifting out one of the castle windows
"Let's go around back," I said
"My brother buried some stuff back there"
We ducked down and walked through the black bushes
My shoe made a sucking sound in the turf

What kind of animal
Needs to smoke a cigarette?
Grass in the pasture
Is sharper than a bayonette

Sometimes a pony
Sometimes a pony
Sometimes a pony gets depressed

Suffering jukebox
Such a sad machine
You're all filled up with what other people mean
And they never seem to turn you up loud
Got a lot of chatterboxes in this crowd

So you've got no friends and you wander through the night
And now you watch the sunrise through a rifle-sight
Well, don't believe in people who say it's all been done
They have time to talk because their race is run

One of these days, these days will end
The kitchen window, the light will bend
You'll be carving a pumpkin with a knife
When someone at the table says:
"That's not what I call a life!"

Animal shapes, animal shapes
Nothing better get in the way of whatever it takes

How we stand the standard distance
Distant strangers stand apart

The elephants are so ashamed of their size
Hosing them down, I tell 'em, "You got pretty eyes"
Out in the backyard, I used to make like I was a cowboy
I'd set my dog before a hoop and say, "Now boy, now boy!"

Life in a candy jail
With peppermint bars
Peanut-brittle bunk beds
And marshmallow walls

Where the guards are gracious
And the grounds are grand
And the warden keeps the data on your favorite brands

And I remember you
And I remember me
The sunshine walking inside you
And the man you could see in me

Back then, I had a Buckingham rabbit
I'd been lonely since she found Christ
Now is the time to depend on the law
The nights of my professional life
It's the nights of my professional life

Lately, I tend to make strangers wherever I go
Some of them were once people I was happy to know

Closed sign swinging in the window of the liquor store
Better get inside the kingdom and close the door

So I took a shot of sugar like snow dumped into the blood
And children wander off into the ultra-economic

Andre was a young black Santa Claus
He didn't want to be like his daddy was
Better take the gun with you when you go
He'd rather be dead than anything he knows
Girl in the special economic zone

My youth for a bell
Who's who in hell
My kingdom for a crown

Time is a game
Only children play well
How can I love you
If you won't lie down?

I see you gracefully swimming with the country club women
In the Greenwood southside society pool
I love your amethyst eyes and your Protestant thighs
You're a shimmering socialite jewel