The Moon’s Vacation Days VIII-IX

Smithereens
Cry laughing upon reentry
Sell the feeling as hotel art
Vacant yachts with names worth forgetting
Buy Low and Change of Heart
How long have I been out for?
A has-been smashed to smithereens
On par with a cardboard cutout
Here to meet all your needs
Starry-eyed crossed or whatever
Hard to stomach my old haunts
Rediscovered an airport paperback
Margins filled with second thoughts
If this is real I’ll knock on wood
God only knows if the endings any good
And all its flaws
All its flaws
All its flaws
How long have I been out for?
A has-been smashed to smithereens
On par with a cardboard cutout
Here to meet all your needs
Shooting stars leave a vicious trail
They turn to dust at higher speeds
For guidance and not for cover
So eager to please

Frankenstein (bonus track)

A belief worth believing
A good worth buying
A value worth reminding
A body worth the aging

I feel it most in my bones
You’ve got the verdict right
So tell me one just for kicks
Until you find your stride?

And take away my heart
You take away my heart
And take away my heart
You take away my heart
And take away my heart
You take away my heart
And take away my heart
You take away my heart

Nightmare afraid of the dark
Cold stare missed the mark
Oh my god you saw
The thing or two
We didn’t want you to see
Perfumed, performed
To make you blue

And take away my heart
You take away my heart
And take away my heart
You take away my heart
And take away my heart
You take away my heart
And take away my heart
You take away my heart

Family Crest
Pins and needles 
And hotel robes
Politicking 
Where no one knows
A Getty image 
Crossed legs and arms
A sea of nametags
Turn on the charm
To prove 
The deal’s been made 
What’s enough
To take to your grave?
Silk and linen
Won’t vouch for you
When it’s us who judge
You’re all the proof
I tour the handshakes
From crib to tomb
There’s no surprise there
How we’re all amused
Impressive background
I can’t comprehend
A family crest
One godsent
Scramble the jets, flip the table
Ready god-willing, but unable
The panic is sneaking right up on you
All from the comfort of your panic room