Coy Koi

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah...

another jet takes off, flying south to someplace presumably more fun than here. the angry man in the truck tools around the neighborhood. i can tell he's angry because he's got a grim reaper on the side of his truck (known as a doughboy in trucking circles) and a large sign asking "is NWA safe?" he's not actually answering the question but he's certainly emphatic about asking it. which i suppose is what you do when you've been laid off and have some free time...and a grim reaper decal or two...and no interest in your old company ever getting back on its feet again.

my brain has the computing power of leftover hamburger helper.

Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself...

the american flag flutters in the breeze and i'm surprised that i like it. seems so cheesy. we've got bald eagles around here now too. if toby keith shows up to put on a free concert i think i'll have to enlist with the marines or something. that's how cheesy this place can be. but fortunately the bald eagle usually avoids the airport parking lot flag and toby keith is nowhere to be seen. and actually, now that i think about it, the only place i've ever heard the man is in my dad's garage so he's really not much of a threat to be heard either. you hear me keith? sonically speaking you are no threat!

my brain remembers names about as well as a nice onion bagel with lox does.

Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water, see it swimming...

the flag flutters away but the trees make no movement at all. sturdy little fellows. kinda makes you wonder when all the nations in the world choose something so malleable, so willing to bend with the wind, as their international signs of...whatever. toughness, grace, pride...all flexible. and yes i just compared our perception of nations to a flag blowing in the wind. and no i'm not reading from a book entitled "john denver's unfinished masterpiece".

my brain, after a few drinks, thinks i can dance, but only for 2 seconds at a time.

I was swimmin in the caribbean
animals were hiding behind the rock.
except for little fish
when they told me east is west tryin to talk to me
coy koi...

when i was a kid i loved Gary Gnu. "there's no g-news without Gary G-nu". or something like that. anyway, i always thought he was part of the muppet show or sesame street. i have no idea why. i mean, sure, he's a puppet and all, but i always assumed he was slightly different too, like the muppet show equivalent to fraggle rock. in fact, he was part of a show called The Great SpaceCoaster or something like that. i have no memory of it. except for Gary. who i thought was on another show. and i knew he seemed a lot like the muppets/sesame street gang but i also knew he was slightly different. but not totally.

my brain, in many ways, is akin to a can of tuna fish.

Where is my mind
Where is my mind
Where is my mind...

so the question has to be how come i remember gary but not the rest of the show? what the hell is up with that? am i just getting old? stupid? and now that i think of it why the heck did kermit the frog do guest spots as a reporter on sesame street? what was that about? and, more importantly, why did i always get fired up for kermit? i mean, no other muppet could elicit such a response. none. and i loved the muppets. i was way fired up. i have no explanation. i don't even think i understood what a cameo role was back then.

my brain has allowed me to forget what it's like to be a kid. This pisses me off.

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
try this trick and spin it, yeah.