Attacked by a Cougar!!

Its older then racism,
but it’s the new sexism.
Its not just a fad with this
generation but all generations.
It’s a little prejudice called ageism
and we stick it to those who do it.
Laugh at the differences now
but the hate is all the same!

Attacked by a Cougar.
Hey, Age is just a number,
An insignificant digit.

And it seems you’ve picked mine, my dear.
You’re only as old as your innocence
And if it makes you feel any better
I’ve been guilty for many years.
1, 2, 3, 4...


You purr like a kitten
You pounce like a lion
Clean cut but misleading
Oh Dear, What are you hiding?

You’ve got my scent
And you’re on the prowl
Sense of smell like a hound
With the eyes of an owl

There’s no way I can out run
There’s no way you’ll be out done
By this punk kid waiting against a brick wall
For what, I don’t know, but I may as well stall


Attacked by a cougar
Mauled beyond recognition
You do what you want, girl
There is no point to resisting

I can fight the tide, the system, the sky
But I’ll never find the words to describe
The way you sink your teeth into life
For as long as I live to write
I’ll never find words to describe

Age is just a number,
Alright, Alright. You still got it.
Age is just a number,
Alright, Alright, You still got it.
1, 2... 1, 2, 3, 4...

Attacked by a cougar
Mauled beyond recognition
You do what you need, girl
There is no point to resisting.

Attacked by a Cougar
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin.

Imagine (How It Could Happen)

I call you at work and say
Don’t worry I’ll make it quick
You say you’ve got a minute
That’s when I pop the question

This is one of those situations
That I have imagined
Over and over again
In my head, in my head.

It’s a known fact that everyone
Goes to Yankee Stadium
Say what’s that on the screen?
Oh look it’s you and me
It’s a little cliché, I’d say.

So to avoid being a total tool
I take you to see Regina at McCarren Pool
And as the rain falls down
I get jewelry out as you turn around

I hope I’m not being too pretentious, Hoping you’ll say yes
But to be fairly modest, you have a choice I guess
But I’m a believer in fate, and an optimist
Some things are just to great to be coincidence

I’m too wired to sleep, you get ready for bed
You ask if I had something to say, I look like you have three heads
You say, “Oh, I must be imagining things”
Tonight is not the night, I put away your ring.

I’m a believer in fate, and an optimist
Some things are just to great to be coincidence.
I’m a believer in fate, and an optimist
Some things are just to great to be coincidence.

Imagine (How It Could Happen) by Theo Martin

We Might As Well (Since We're On Our Way To Hell)

So, I walk in
I brought my two friends
And we’re sitting at the bar
Drinking Heinekens.

And that’s when you,
That’s when you walk in.
You caught the corner of my eye
And you turned my head,

Like a hook.
My sights are locked in
But my safety is on
in case you got a boy friend!

Like a hook
Of a song in my head
I can’t repress the words
And soon I just start singin’

Come on, Come on
You know its wrong.
You know you know
Don’t act like you know better/
Come on, It’s wrong
Isn’t that why
its seems so right?
Hey.
Come on, Come on
You know its wrong.
You know you know
Don’t act like you know better
Come on, It’s wrong
But if
We’re on our way to hell…
We may as well.

Maybe its because
I’m going for the subtle thing
you haven’t been
able to tell

That I’m thinking
I didn’t travel,
all this way
To keep my hands to myself

Let’s go
They don’t care
Don’t you know
It’s true.
Let’s leave
Let’s get out, please
Don’t you know
It’s you.

From the time
That I met you
I knew, Oh yeah, Oh, Oh, I knew.
From the time
That I met you
It wasn’t even an hour ago…

Come on, Come on
You know its wrong.
You know, you know
Don’t act like you know better
Come on, It’s wrong.
Isn’t that why
its seems so right?

If we’re on our way to hell.
Oh yes, we’re on our way to hell,
If we’re on our way to hell…
We might as well.


We Might As Well (Since We're On Our Way To Hell)
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin

Get up, Federico.

You are a flattened tire
folded over a hanging wire
like a Salvador Dali picture
Of clocks melting in the fire.

Well,
Isn’t it avant-garde,
How your posed in such a way
That your body is displayed
To soon be sold away.
Get up, Federico.
Go home.

I know, We could be
Hangnails of the eyes,
Catching the looks of strangers
Studying the arm around my shoulder
Shielding children’s sight
from the wonder.

And, yes, I maybe be into theater,
The attention and dramatics,
But I’ve got a lot to live for
And I’m not about to risk it.
Get up, Federico.
Go home.

In my head,
I’m a surrealist,
So I know a place where we’re possible
But I know it doesn’t exist yet,
So I will turn the other cheek until
I can be more then lyrics
With which you fumble and struggle
To mold into my image
But you find words are less malleable
Then my hands, myself,
My heart, and my help.

Oh, The persistence of memory
Will never let me
Forget these things
That sting my mind
From the back of my eyes
Until my tear ducts erupt
And build up and cry:

For God’s sake,
Get up, Federico.
Get up and go home.
I don’t want you here anymore.
Your not the muse I’m looking for.

Get up, Federico.
My casa by the sea
Isn’t where you’re meant to be.

You’re a crime against humanity
Beneath the dying olive tree.
You’ll finally find peace,
But it won’t be next to me.


Get up, Federico.
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin.

I live in NYC

My scene is where
There's cats in the record store
Chasing lint all over the place
Flicking tails at the consumer
Blowed smoke in their face
I'm where the strong become the meek
Cars stop for jaywalkers in the street
The elephant eats
Out of the underdogs hand
And as long as you have a empty hat
Then you dont need a band
Just loiter
Street corners
Sing some R&B
where the spectrum
Forms a circle
Thats where you'll find me
I sleep in the aisle
and live where the Opposites meet

Tenth Grade Drama and the Indian Independence Movement

"There are many causes that I am prepared to die for

but no causes that I am prepared to kill for."

-Ghandi

Vengeance is not a winding road
It’s a forest,
you get lost in it.

If you attempt it, You walk in there alone
I’ll have none of it, I won’t involve it.

You want closure, you want quick escape
But you’re playing monkey in the middle with the blame
Keep the ball in your court if its gonna end the game
You can’t instigate to alleviate the pain

I’m not the kind
Who would like to die in battle
I, on the other hand,
Believe the best endings are peaceful
We argue like its for sport
Attacking back and forth
Your last letter sent the ball in my court
Now its my turn to fight back with more

You want closure, you want quick escape
But you’re playing monkey in the middle with the blame
Keep the ball in your court if its gonna end the game
You can’t instigate to alleviate the pain

But then I remember my objective
Is to end this, so I have two options
I could throw it back
Continue this another day
Or keep the ball, and
Befriend it like in Castaway

I’d rather learn to love this hand-sewn ball
of pain and guilt you’ve tossed
Then learn to love the monster I’d have made
if God forbid you ever lost-

-Your temper, which is long gone
Your mind, which was never screwed in right
Your morals, Your principles, Your love and hope
You are but an empty can to kick down the street as I pass and yet:

I want closure, I want quick escape
But I’m playing monkey in the middle with the blame
Keep the ball in your court if its gonna end the game
You can’t instigate to alleviate the pain
Eye for an eye
You can’t instigate to alleviate the pain
Makes the world blind
You can’t instigate to alleviate the pain
Eye for an eye

Your temper is one thing you can’t rid of
By losing it
By taking it out on…

And, My pride is one thing that cannot die
Unlike my body
Unlike my life…

Criminal (Labels Are For Records)

My friends fight the status quo and stereotypes
And in the end they’re only helping your rights
And yet, you have the guts to come to me and say
“PUNK give me your money” Whoa ok, alright, Ok.

Are you a criminal
Because I’m told that you’re a criminal
Or are you a criminal
Because you’re trying to rob me?
It’s only a label, please
Don’t be so cynical
I’ve been judged before
But I wont let it stop me!

Just because I
look like a little kid
Who’s short
And white
DOESN’T MEAN
I didn’t learn martial arts
For six years
And I don’t know how to fight!

You’ll get yours
With a left and then right
Here comes the hook
So smooth I don’t even try

Are you a criminal
Because we say you’re a criminal
Or are you a criminal
Because you tried to rob me?

If that’s it man you can’t be so cynical
I’ve been judged before.
Yeah, I’ve been judged before.


CRIMINAL (Labels Are For Records)
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin

The Falling Man (Fake It 'til We Make It)

You’re so fucking young
This isn’t even going to affect you
Except it’s going to scar you for life
But otherwise it doesn’t matter

I am one of your many strings to pull
And you are one of the few of my iron shackles
That chain me to this fucking town
Like a collared dog staked to the ground

You make me feel like the falling man
Do or don't, Stay or go, I'm damned
I’m getting out of this burning building
And jumping out the window
Because I want the fresh air in falling
And to see how far my luck goes

There is no sense in standing in the flames
The lights are bright, but they’ll never be mine
There is no point in fighting for my fame
The lights are bright, but they’ll never be mine
Not when you’re around.
No, not when you’re around.

My words are a shot in the arm
You think they’d hurt so much worse
You’ll wince and cringe, As if they did
But it’s a pain that’s well rehearsed
I know this act isn’t your first.

My words are a shot in the arm
But you’re surrounded by doctors and nurses
Waiting on you, on hand and foot
With tissues for your dry eyes


You know what? Fuck it.

Maybe it’s the people in this room but
the future’s pretty hazy from here, but I
Know that we use to have something That I
could hold on to tightly when I
Felt like I was falling in to the raging rivers
That would drag me through life
as if I was everyone else

I felt like I was falling in to the raging rivers
That would drag me through life
as if I was everyone else

Not to long ago
I knew
you were that the log
that I caught
To keep my head above water

I feel like I’m drowning now
But it all must be
All for the better
Because looking back
At what I looked forward to
The future has a lot
To do with you.

So I’m gonna fake it til I make it
If I don’t see my name in lights
I’ll trace it in the stars tonight
Lets fake it until we make it
If the words don’t feel just right
I’ll let the pen just write, Just write

There is no sense in standing in the flames
The lights are bright, but they’ll never be mine
There is no point in fighting for my fame
I’ll trace my name in the stars tonight

Maybe all we need is a little
Confidence
To change our luck
To get us there
To get us home

Maybe all we need is a little
Shove
To change our luck
To get us there
To get us
Home.

The Falling Man (Fake It 'til We Make It)
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin

Troilus and Cressida

You have it all
The green eyes, the smile
You have it all
The courage, the style
You have it all
From your laugh to your jokes
From your goals to your hopes
Like finding something long lost
That I forgot to look for
I feel like I’ll never look for anything again

Everyone’s looking into the spotlight
We’re hiding backstage in the folds
All of this, no one knows this story
At least it never was well told
But with a beauty like that
In a situation like this
We could try to explain forever
But we’d never do it justice

You have it all
The green light, the floor
You have it all
From the bed to the door
You have it all
From my head to my toes
From my joys to my woes
Like finding something long lost
That you forgot to look for
I feel like I’ll never look for anything again

I’m yours, You have it all
And its just beginning
Because
You, You’re something else.
You’re something else. Something else.

Everyone’s running for the battlefields
You’re pull me by the hand to the shore
We lie in the beach grass just smiling
We almost forget about the war

Have you ever looked at something
Or someone Or nothing
And wished you had a camera
So you could record everything,
the entire moment that’s fleeting

Can you catch five senses in panorama?
Because I’m sitting here looking at the sky
And I can’t help but think about life
When everyone here will eventually die
Love seems like its reckless to try

But you
You have it all
All I’ve wanted, I’ve needed
You have it all
Everything I have, I will give it
You have it all
Everything that I call myself
Because
You, You’re something else.
You’re something else. Something else.

Hey,
Looking all around but when our eyes meet
Can you feel the burning? We’re creating heat
Keep moving closer in time with the beat
I’m giving it all and its all yours for keeps

But You have it all
All I’ve wanted, I’ve needed
You have it all
Everything I have, I will give it
You have it all
Everything that I call myself
Because
You, You’re something else.

You’re something else.
Looking all around but when our eyes mee
You’re something. Something else.
Keep moving closer in time with the beat
You’re something else.
Everyone’s looking into the spotlight
You’re something. Something else.
All of this, no one knows this story
You’re something else.


Troilus and Cressida
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin

The Tetris Effect

You’ve walked in the same shoes so often
Now you can’t walk home with out them
You’ve always had someonehold your hand
So long
Now they’re empty,
so you imagine, and pretend,
But so far
She’s your phantom limb
You swear she’s still there
She’s not there

Blinking lights in your sleep
You see her when you dream
She’s trapped in your mind it seems
And she can’t be released

She’s your Tetris effect
You swear she’s still there
No one’s there
No, No one’s there
She’s your Tetris effect
You swear she’s still there
But, no one’s there
She never was there!

You gotta
Escape
Get away
Don’t hate the player
Hate the game
Escape
Get away
Try to remember
Life before her name

You’re not the same person
You’re still stuck in your repetition
You’ve talked on the phone so long
You tell her stories,
You sing her songs

A resounding hum, a series of beeps
Echo around and through your ear canal
Never to escape somehow
And she can’t be released
Its that buzzing noise you've heard so long
The drums still pound when the sound is gone

You’re not the same person
You’ve walked in the same shoes so often
You’re not the same person
They’re empty but you still imagine

Escape, Friend
Get away
I won’t hate the player
I'll hate the game
Escape, Get away
Try to remember
Who you were
Before she came
Escape
Escape
Escape

A resounding hum, a series of beeps
Echo around and through your ear canal
Never to escape somehow
And she can’t be released
Its that buzzing noise you've heard so long
The drums still pound when the sound is gone

The Tetris Effect
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin