These two guys used to be linked, and although I've severed them like two delinquents on trial, I figured they had enough in common thematically to place them together on a single page. Besides, you know, they're short.
I Remember
I remember when we opened for Hendricks None of us could believe he was really there in the next room; until our drummer decided he had to see his idol When he came back there was awe in his face like a hundred pound weight and he said that most of us were not meant to know the secrets of the future of rock and roll
Mr. Cohen's guitar wrangler was in the bar Wiping the sweat from his brow with his fourth beer and he said in awe that thing won't settle down tonight I can't do a damn thing with it god I mean I'm a professional! I've never seen it quite like this before
I Went To a Concert Once
I went to a concert once when my lights got low to sit in the glow while the songs rained down And I scribbled on my gospels like a reviewer with a deadline; the hall sang like fine crystal And the points rained down on my bowed head like needles of light in a baptismal offering in a burning cathedral I, the unknown Christ coming incognito to my father's house This is your body This is your blood
