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cut n paste
03:23
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cut n paste
a ravenous wave, shivers inside
blue, silver, black… on beetle wings
like jousting w/ an i.v. pole… or cryin’ for one more cigarette
i wanna change my hardwiring
short circuit the channels in my brain
i’d give my all, my everything, to free myself, to wake up sane
i dig… deep… hibernate, i hide… seek… cut n paste
gotta fiend & scheme, to get where i’ve been
gotta hustle & jump, keep a poker face on
i’ll flirt like a girl, to get what i need
be a whole other guy, to get what i want
i punch… kick… fight-fight-fight
i push… pull… can i hitch a ride, i’m sick inside
a father,son, a fool, a sage… i dance my pen across the page
i’ll be a freak for anything- bring on the muse, i got the ink
i dig…deep…hibernate, i hide… seek… cut n paste
i’ve heard the grievances of many,hallowed saints & cool assasins
bedded down w/ crabs & chiggers
shared my shell w/ strange amoebas
broken bread w/ thieves & scholars
lain w/ whores of every colour, stolen secrets of the royals, fought my way home kissed the soil
something for the pain/ jump from the airplane
a fine fat free-fall/ quickie in the men’s stall
weaving in & out of trouble
better make mine a double/ sparring w/ the fates
get the “m” to kick the “h”
gotta fiend & scheme to get where i’ve been
gotta hustle & jump/keep a poker face on
think touring-lightshow-schizophrenic-notebooks on euphoria
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2. |
house is on fire
02:18
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house is on fire
house is on fire, watchin’ it burn
just like a dukhobor, a cleansing fire for
a life i don’t need anymore
gimme some inspiration & some cash
& i rise like a phoenix from the ash
i wish that humour grew on trees cuz i been out for so long
i’m sorry you don’t like the window
but that’s not why i spike my smoothie, i guess i need a panacea something or someone that’ll soothe me
well i worked on the slime-line til i stunk
i slung my share of beers for fallen drunks
but when i slip into my slip, i am a flora-dora girl
just like a dukhobor, a cleansing fire for, a life i don’t need…
out of the mire, waiting my turn, it’s coming by & by
til then i watch as my house is on fire
so sorry you don’t like the window (break it up)
but that’s not why i’m feeling hurt, you know (set it off)
it’s not the words but your inflection (smash it in)
so thank you for the vivisection ( burn it down)
just like a dukhobor, a cleansing fire for…
house is on fire, watching it burn
out of the mire, waiting my turn
it’s coming by & by, til then i watch as my
house is on fire
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3. |
really nice guy
02:52
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really nice guy
he’s a really nice guy & you see him down asking folks for change
by the clock downtown, likes beans & toast & the colour brown
he’s a really nice guy
he’s a really nice guy, he’s 6 ft. tall, had a leftist home in montreal
got a sideways limp from a downward fall, he’s a really nice guy
he’s a really nice guy, he’s kind to dogs, likes sunny days peaceful walks, lives by the tracks in a cardboard box, he’s a really nice guy
he lights up when i mention music & he asks me if I sing
& if beggars could be choosers, says he wouldn’t change a thing
he’s a really nice guy, he’s kinda shy, got 16 teeth & one good eye
tell you his name if he’s not too high, he’s a really nice guy
he’s a really nice guy, he likes to dance
he made parole, got a second chance
bit of a stain on the front of his pants & he’s really nice!
doesn’t anybody see it, he’s a really lovely man
he’d give anyone who needs it, the sandwich in his hand
he’s a really nice guy, he owns his life, he rolls his own
& he carries a knife, been 13 years since he’s seen his wife
he’s a really nice guy
he’s a really nice guy but he gets in fights, got a mean left hook
& a nasty bite, soup in his beard from monday night & he’s really nice!
he’s a really nice guy, like michael stipe, can’t get too close
he’s much too ripe, crazy enough to be my type, he’s a really nice guy
& if my life played on the b-side, he could be my lover-man
& as we walk along the seaside, i tell him that he can
he’s a really nice guy as they drag him away, he’s a really lovely man
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elk sausage
02:44
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elk sausage
come on up to my house, bring me my elk sausage
try to start my barbeque w/o a lighter
there’s a little fire in me you can assuage
let me mount yr antlers on my wall
you will come right over w/ yr fine elk sausage
we can watch a video w/ elke somer
there’s a look you give me that is from the dark age
i hear antwerp’s lovely in the fall
that’s the way we do it, here in little portugal
that’s the way we get things done
not the way we do it, down in little italy
that’s not how we play it here at all
you go to the garden for some time w/o me
swathed in nicotinia, you converse w/ insects
ions move between us in the dance of alchemy
i feel so much better out of doors
all the tea in china, all the whores in parkdale
all the stars up in the galaxy
that’s how vast the odds are, steep & insurmountable
that you’ll ever get to know the real me w/in the real me…
i kiss you in hebrew but you taste armaic
sing to me in arabic & i hear Sanskrit
we play in a manner that is so archaic
you can only see me in the dark (chorus)
come on up to my house, bring me my elk sausage
give me little kisses that are sacrilegious
i have no instructions but if you have courage
i will mount yr antlers on my wall
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5. |
monkeys and angels
03:14
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monkeys & angels
shake it off baby, keep it on track
they bite & you bite back
what’s your psychosis, give me the power
another 40 min. hr
she dreams monkeys & angels
he pours over his volumes
balance a checkbook, but can you dance
you’re so dapper in those pants
sick on a sunday, lost in yr work
don’t mind me if i smirk
she dreams monkeys & angels
he sweats into a nightmare
how could you do it?
you sunk my battle ship x2
maxed at the bitchboard, medical screw
it ain’t funny when it’s you
eating the profits, caught in a lie
i will go as the crow flies
i dream monkeys & angels, you scream into my pages
i know you did it, monkeys always look
out of your psyche, into my storybook
broke in my toy-box, gimme back watcha took
why did you do it
i dream monkeys & angels, he bleeds battery acid
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6. |
outside lookin' in
03:07
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outside lookin’ in
my mother, in & out she goes, but mostly out, high heels clacking on the marble floor
down below
my father, in & out he goes, but mostly out, to work, but where i do not know
my family, seated at the dinner table, deep in conversation, then there’s me
what about me…out here…spinning circles
that’s me on the outside lookin’ in
i’m right here fascinated by the ebb & flow of frosty lighthearted neglect
there i go again…
i gather words & glances just like drops of water in a bucket for a rainy day
those rainy days…under blankets…begging kisses
that’s me on the outside lookin’ in
solo
my cousins, sad & twisted clowns, they would not know good chocolate from a cup of tea… there i go again
they pose for family photos, happy pretty pictures, all stiff smiles
everyone say cheese!
& then there’s me… out here…spinning circles…that’s me on the outside lookin’ in
that’s me on the outside lookin’ in
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7. |
rats like you
03:18
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rats like you
you come crawling through my window, i tell you to go away
you want to take me in your pinto, create some cinema verite
go be afraid, the best plans laid… by rats like you gang aft agley
thinks he’ll win me o’er w/ flowers, orders pizzas to my door
he’s building something in the bower
i’m not really sure what for
go cry the blues, stop stealing my shoes…
just take yr. cheese & go away
in this world of prizes & possibilities,
you hide behind yr. guises, parading yr. frailties
i back away, he begs for mercy i left him in a leaky boat
now he sails the shores of jersey, i wonder how he stays afloat
get off my tits, i’m bored to bits… now go before i slit yr. throat
i may be cruel but i’m not mirthless, i jump for joy & not the gun
i may lay down w/ pterodactyls
but snakes like me must have their fun
go scratch yr. fleas, get on yr. knees…
& while yr. down there baby, pray
go be afraid, the best plans laid… by rats like you gang aft agley
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8. |
starving time
03:46
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starving time
oh, my father, wherefore art thou
& all my old lovers, where are you now
i’m scraping the bottom, i’ve soared much too high
oh i don’t wanna, but options are few
this is the starving time
i’m broken & frail, i grumble & grieve
it’s all tooth & nail, so hard to conceive
i’ve given myself a terrible fright
lay down beside me, i’ll frighten you too
in this the starving time
take all my secrets, i give them to you
this is the starving time
the tigers turn tail, they’re back in the walls
the horses are galloping out of the yard
open those old wounds, come to your terms
let in the reason & rhyme
play me some old tunes, it’s a slow burn
wait out the starving time
the t.v. my blinding & static old friend
it’s too bark & maple, i’d rather pretend
i’m drunk somersaulting, far from the end
take it so slowly, floating asea
scrubbing the layers of grime
bring tea & blankets, come laugh w/ me
this is our starving time
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9. |
oly got dead
03:17
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oly got dead
there goes the longshoreman in his big, blue coat x2
they say his ass’s so big it needs a postal code x2
oly says he hates his job , but he can’t quit x2
says he can’t afford to lose the benefits
says he shoulda been a monk illuminatin’ manuscripts
didja hear when oly got dead
he was stiff in his chair, & no one was there
they say he met foul play, blood on the floor & oly’s no more
oly lets us take his drugs but not his food x2
he says this weeks batch is pretty good
i heard when oly got dead, he was stiff in his chair
i shoulda been there
they came, kicked in the door & oly’s no more
filthy & miserable, bloated, oly got dead
wilting & beautiful, oly, oly got dead
there goes the longshoreman in his big, blue, coat x2
i stole oly’s lamp & he don’t know
filthy & miserable…
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10. |
ten seconds
04:09
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10 seconds
hear yr call to arms, hear it in my sleep
feel the rushing warmth, welcome the relief
got the dreamboat script, hit a crazy wall
it’s a dog & pony show, here on the 2nd floor
in the dim light of a doomed motel,
i watch a hot latin work an old queen
says “why don’t you just grab my prick & gaze into my eyes, love me for 10 seconds”
got the piano tuned, for the song that kills
bring your hired goons, dip into the still… in the dim light…
my nasty habit, let’s talk about it, you wanna fight about it
i got a nasty habit
can you smell the ions, feed me to the lions
my nasty habit, don’t make me do it
i fill my room w/ books, for when it really hurts
bring your cup & spoon, we can dish the dirt
a sport fuck & some tea, on the astro-turf
workin’ the old queen standing there
fingers stroking yellowed hair
grab his prick & cup his balls & gaze into his eyes
love him for 10 seconds
my nasty habit, i’m defined by it
let’s get into it, can you get behind it
can you smell the ions, feed me to the lions
my nasty habit, don’t make me do it
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11. |
hustle up
02:59
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hustle up
i was born a misfit in a monkey house
comin’ up as timid as a field mouse
never one to whine or grumble or to grouse
but everything is different since i’ve grown
i’m not afraid to tell the stinkers what is what
slim-jim at the ready if the door slams shut
calls em as i sees em, i go by my gut & i go & hustle up my own
take a page from hypo harry down on vine all the cotton-squeezers how they bitch & whine
listen to him holler, “i got mine, go & hustle up your own”
bring home your bacon, can the lame excuses, quit your belly-achin’
give your head a shakin’, find a claim for stakin’, never stoop to takin’ what does not belong to you…go & get your own…
all the whores in hollywood they understand
how it gets so lonely just to be a man
always at the ready there to lend a hand
to get you in the pleasure zone
crystal’s worked it daily since she was a teen
staking out her corner 20 yrs. it’s been
keeps her pistol loaded & her eyesight’s keen
girls, you better hustle up your own (chorus)
as a human being you got a legacy
hunting & gathering through history
then we evolved from picking mangoes off the tree
to planting & reaping what we’ve sewn
so go about yr business w/ some style & grace
dontcha be a bottom-feeding catfish face
gotta run the distance in the human race
go out & hustle up your own (chorus)
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12. |
smiley faces
04:19
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smiley faces
do you remember being 5, painting smiley faces on each other’s bums
they say youth is wasted on the young, still i can’t recall
ever having so much fun
i said i’m sorry, but i feel a little creepy
you’re there, you’re loaded but you’re pretty as a picture
a whole other plot line, growing kinda hazy
imagine always getting what we want & never coming down
i know it’s kinda late, but i was wondering how you play like it’s easy… when it’s really not
your careless throw-down mood drops
are ya checkin’ out, or ya gonna stay awhile
i said i’m sorry, but i feel a little creepy
you’re there, you’re loaded but you’re pretty as a picture
come unwind, we’ll sit & watch the fruit rot
st. vincent de polyester i’m calling(x3) you
drop your arms, i’ll fall into your shadow
shifting, lively, in a monte carlo, backwards down a wrong-way street… you called me a total fraud
i reached out for…something
some mad-hot-pink-light cornucopia, once upon a time
did ya hear me when i said…
i’m sorry, i mean it, but i feel a little creepy
you’re there, you’re loaded but you’re pretty as a picture
i can’t understand you, but i’m happy to be w/ you
st. vincent de polyester i’m calling (x3) you
yeah, i’ll mess you up in my chemical cocoon
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