The Decree of the Universe

The Kings of Convenience
Meet the Queens of the Stone Age
Halfway between
The desert and the fjords
In two old beat up Fords
Fiestas, of course
It's all they can afford
In this age of illegal downloads

Meanwhile, back at the Stereolab
An Audioslave toils the day
Converting Excel to Access
And back again
His only friend
A beat up Discman
His favorite lover
A discarded box cutter

The Go-Betweens go between the motions
Grasping at paychecks while Macaloon, blind
Envisions a comeback called a resurrection
The megahertz is trawled upon
>From sleepy dusk to singing dawn
And everyone Holds their head Steady
Until the mountain earthquakes itself
Into the glorious ocean

The Queens of the Stone Age
Meet the Kings of Convenience
On a dusty cat-haired window sill
In the one shady street on Potrero Hill
It's too crowded so they reconvene
On Billy Joel's old Village Green
But Bill can't drive anymore
On paved roads or dirt
In his punk rock T-shirt

Not to worry, the universe
Still has room, the universe
Never sends the songs back
The universe says bring it on
Break it up and hey hey my
Send the best hooks to the sky
Drive the trucks through, make them fly
The fjords will melt into their hallowed ground
The desert evenings will cool the festive sound
The blondest boy in Alexandria
Will shake the trees of all their mangoes
And eat until his eyes turn orange

May 27, 2005