| background check |
[Jun. 21st, 2009|07:03 am] |
if you could comply
and please fill this out
make sure
that things will work themselves out
you could try
to ring yourself out
full disclosure
without your clothes
you're heaven bound
to the boy's club
where the fingertips are
you can get clubbed
you can always see stars
are you good enough...
to see my daughter
are you sound enough...
to be a martyr
are you proud enough...
to eat my daughter
are you smart enough...
don't jump ship
to the boy's club
where the fingertips are
you can get clubbed
you can always see stars
(bridge)
we all have Nazi blood
in some way or the other
we all have Nazi blood
in some way or the other
i'm out of compliance
i'm a total sizist
unsound defiance
i don't like your favorite song
i don't like your favorite film
i don't like to play along
i don't "keep the peace"
cause peace is wrong
we all have Nazi blood
in some way or the other
we all have Nazi blood
in some ways i don't even bother |
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| beatrix of the Netherlands [JE MAINTIENDRAI] |
[May. 2nd, 2009|05:33 pm] |
i wouldn't trust you outside
there's too much danger there
you might lose an eyeball
to those children without a home
they circle you with bad breath
their steel, their tires and rust
they murder you in a modern age
they pass you over for ducks
beatrix of the netherlands
queen of tortoisehells
beatrix of the netherlands
the house will keep your smell
now who does own this block?
the latch key kid i stopped
the kettle, the pot & the crock
i turned my head and coughed
either way, i say
i will endure
either way, i say
i will endure |
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| THE BLUE ROSES !party in the gulag! |
[Dec. 28th, 2008|09:39 am] |
THE BLUE ROSES !party in the gulag!
"god's daughter"
he takes me
he rapes me
he smashes my things
he hates me
he pisses on my heart
he pisses on my dishes
he crashes my car
the world belongs
to those with teeth
and love belongs
in a dirty magazine
i hear no echo
i see no restraint
i have no compromises
to make you my slave
he bathes me
he cums all on my face
he owns me
he puts me in my place
he hates me
he pisses on my heart
he pisses on my dishes
he smashes my guitar
"amateur night"
well every night i treat like this
like it's my 21st birthday
and every night i think of this
that i will go home with the one i love
could you be my drinking buddy
could you drink me to the floor
could you get it on a polaroid
could you take me to the cleaners
amateur night
it's all one liners
it's all a farce
and rolodex scarred
what's the endgame
my happy ending
the only endgame
i will lie alone
and every night i stumble sideways
i vomit to a toilet that wont flush
and when it's over i dream like this
i'll do it over again with the one i love
so should you be my drinking buddy
the endgame is the gutter and the floor
could you get it on a beta
and laserdisc forevermore
i am on my default setting
another case of the holiday blues
i am wrong in all my hatred
so i will love the drink forevermore
"do the torrence"
those days will never start again
all stuck in an endless summer
my money is no good here
wander hallways and follow the music
hair of the pitbull that grabbed me
"you line them up & i'll knock them down"
my love is nowhere near
and when she is
she makes me stutter
I drink to toast the dead
I drink of liver & self
I dance to raise the dead
i aim my piss at the sun
have another
and dance with me
Make me laugh
& make me feel special
call me papi
pillow biter
you the toe-cutter
I the night-rider
have a pill
and sleep with me
dance with the dead
and piss on myself
but don't say it
don't say it
don't say that you ever loved me
but don't say it
don't say it
don't say that you ever loved me
"roslyn"
and roslyn
how i must confess
i do adore you
in summer dress
and roslyn
how i've made a mess
tuned pity party
into litmus test
a sad boy seen
queen to suprise
not where i've been
but how i lie
a losing dream
that burns my eyes
a winning scheme
in quest for prize
my lord does court u
my lord will hurt u
my lord has told u
as life he loves u
and roslyn
how i must confess
i want to come
on your summer dress
and roslyn
how u musn't stress
i'm shooting blanks
i'm seed-less
my lord does court u
my lord will hurt u
my lord has told u
as life he loves u
she buries my child
she buries my child
she buries my child
she buries my child
"act II"
i didn't have an act II
i'm at a loss
what to do?
now that i've moved
where am i to go?
i don't know anybody
i am just a
country mouse
don't have anybody
that calls my heart home
you should meet my dealer
you should meet my girlfriend
all these pretty things
that do not exist
you should meet my bandmates
you should meet my flatmates
all these pretty things
that do not exist
i call intermission
i call for a time out
it's time to replenish
and improvise
find me in a strip club
or in the dive bars
where i hang my hats
where my heart is home
i don't have an ACT II
i wouldn't even follow thru
i don't have an ACT II
i wouldn't even follow thru
i then get my revenge
i will eat my snowflakes
you are just a magnet
for alzheimers
i have lost my script
i have new love interest
someone who gawks
and calls my heart home
"train to pyongyang"
from the capital of Seoul i've go to go
to a place where the women are ace
be picking rice out in the fields
& die of starvation
that's what i need
where we all care about community
where no one is selfish
and no one has greed
where the sun in shining
and we're always at war
and i only got one pair of fuckin shoes
so i guess that's why i sing the blues
don't call me zipperhead
or even missus chang
i'm gonna ride that train
ride that train
ride that train down to pyongyang
our dear leader is no other
than kim jong il
the hero of our Workers Party
cult of personality
rockin out, this block party
with a truckload full of Hennessey
and Korean gals that aim to please
it's the end of world now
can i get a glass of Tang
i'm gonna ride that train
ride that train
ride that train down to pyongyang
and i don't care much for atlas shrugged
don't ya know ayn rand is just a thug?
she's a traitor to her own sex
and a terrible writer on top of that
so i'm gonna pack my bags
and head on out
gonna take this train
and get some sun
people are important - and stuff is not.
people are important - and stuff is not.
people are important - and stuff is not.
people are important - and stuff is not.
"!party in the gulag!"
she answered the question wrong
she pushed the wrong buttons
she sang my favorite songs
on the altar where my seed found purchase
can you see what god has done to me?
without a choice
as my voice is a--castrati
i am poor and i am suitable
offered me up for reward
the voices of the angels
falling thru pavement cracks
all is not forgotten
an honest days work for an honest days beating
can you see what god has done to me?
without a choice
as my voice is a--castrati
i am poor and i am suitable
offered me up for reward
it's a party in the gulag
everyone's invited
it's a party in the gulag
everyone's inivited
the voices of the angels
the voice of the forgotten
"on your [to do] list"
so sad you're in love again
this text mess-age
you picked up that phone
my last death wish
she says i'm busy
and i rot outside
so stressed
and i haven't the time
to sneak into my own house
i sneak into my own house
to sneak into my own house
i sneak into my own house
same city but a different dream
same pussy
with different scheme
this town i'm told
is event horizon
this girl i love
is none the wiser
so i sneak into my own house
i sneak into my own house
so i sneak into my own house
i sneak into my own house
[bridge]
god willing & god forbid
i'm just another fling
on your to do list
god willing & god forbid
i'm just another fling
on your to do list
i was born yesterday (x4)
"xes"
my daddy said
you can't trust them
they have no loyalty
they aren't reliable
they lack their sanity
do things
you shouldn't want to
to try and make them pleased
say things
you wouldn't ever
and have you on your knees
they come in all
shapes and sizes
they reason on a different plane
in a variety of colors
at the core
they're quite the same
they hold all of the cards
they keep us in the dark
you cannot argue with them
as in life
you wont get far
They're superior
creatures
we're inferior
can you teach us?
we only follow orders
only do what we are told
in the name of love
we are stopped, frozen cold
[bridge]
my loins are always restless
and i love them when they smell
my heart is always breaking
the kid in the candy store
this is why i don't sleep
& why i'm without marbles
the victory of defeat
as history repeats itself
They're superior
creatures
we're inferior
can you teach us?
we only follow orders
only do what we are told
in the name of love
we are stopped, frozen cold
"a day without sex"
i want to open the window
i want to open that door
i want something that reeks
of possibility
i am a shy lad
i dance when i'm alone
i practice my kisses
on the mercury's lovelab
a day without sex
is a day wasted
a day without sex
is a day wasted
i'm going out to Angel's
i'm bringing you some cupcakes
i creep in Paris Theater
i bring a blue rose...
now tell me how
will i die anyway?
tell my friends
i wonder now
must i die this way?
it came in my sleep
a day without sex
it came in my sleep
a day without sex
"welcoming committee"
two women walk into a bar
they say
there's no punchlines here
so we're leaving
and it's hell to be
stuck in
this goddamn co-op
the welcoming committee
takes the last of your pennies
i kissed and cried the ground
that you shat upon
you don't have to
put a cat or dog
thru college
and i never
stopped thinking about you?
welcome to bartertown
welcome to pre-judgment
the welcoming committee
takes me on my sick leave
my father was a good man
he did the best with what he had
my mother was a soldier
she taught me respect
...i never did
my life was such a charmed one
i pissed it away
under the bridge
where is the love of my life!
can i fuck your wife?
where is the love of my life!
can i fuck your wife?
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bees
"feelance gyncecologist"
sorry boys!
i'm a freelance gynecologist
always on call
always a hectic schedule
if i forget my speculum
then i use both fists
it's a dirty job
and no one wants to do it
sorry boys!
you would think it'd have its benefits
sometimes
i'd like to lose my sense of smell
it's the velvet chamber in hell
sometimes
i cannot take it much longer
i wreak
of an overworked fishmonger
and it's my 2nd amendment
2nd amendment right
to defend myself
& shoot anything
that gets in my sights
my stash of
custom made assault weapons
will prevent myself
from losing my mind
in the velvet chamber in hell
sometimes
i'd like to lose my sense of smell
it's the velvet chamber in hell
sometimes
i cannot take it much longer
i wreak
of an overworked fishmonger
i'm sorry boys!
you'll never become a
a man
i'm so sorry boys!
we'll never become men
"night of the living bachelors"
i was born
in a moral vacuum
on a bright and sunny day
I say one thing
but do another
i backstab
date rape
cocaine
others are a pawn
as they do as you wish
love is simply Gone
with the whole fist
and nothing but the fist
There are no simple words
only drastic measures
no beautiful girls
only desperate children
I spread Hiv in this city
coast to coast
in the water supply
i car crash
escape Houdini
i love one thing
but say the other
There are no simple words
only spastic actors
all Beautful women
I am deperate children
"i'll get enough sleep when i'm dead" [HOW TO APPROACH WOMEN]
up the Nung river
in the hot summer sun
a classified mission
that exists for no one
so pretty they lie
and do what they may
well, where are we going?
i'm not one to say
innoculate the children
then take every arm
tear out my teeth
to crisp & ash & none
you don't talk to me
you simply listen
if horror has a face
it's the one i've been given
i'll get enough
sleep
when i am dead
sleep
when i am dead
sleep
when i am dead
sleep
when i am
perfect for surfing
the tide is coming in
i need more crystal meth
to keep me awake for this
i'd need a cold shower
and your comfortable bed
so what if i've crashed
i will do so again!
i'll get enough
sleep
when i am dead
sleep
when i am dead
sleep
when i am dead
sleep
when i am
"ZooMorPhic"
i wake up alive--outside
& i don't know where i am
"you've had too many oysters" he says
on a fishing trip we sail
she'll be comin round the mountain
dressed in betsy johnson
i see in blacks & whites
& i bleed from both ends
let's have some sherry
at Mt. Tabor it's picnic time
and offer your lips
i smile
who will crack the whip?
i'm tired...
here's the New Deal fantasy
calling, can you follow me
lovers, they thrive in sanity
join the new biology
join the new biology
(chorus)
i've been in love before
a thousand times before
yet--i don't know what it is
i've been in hell before
but still i want more
i don't know what it is
i wish i had a heart
i do not have a heart
i do not know thyself
not a lover to my name
not a lover to my name
i sleep down--dead--inside
& i don't know who I am
"you've had too many lives" she says
on the rusty fence impaled
he'll be comin round the mountain
in his new leather jacket
--do you see?
--do you see?
--do you see?
--do you see?
(i can have whomever i want)
(chorus)
"all i ask of u"
tell me your favorite book
show me your favorite pelicula
& show me your naughty bits
& kiss me like u mean it
& all i ask of u
is to keep me from the shore
& all i ask of u
is to tolerate some more
& all i ask of u
is to keep me from being bored
& all i ask of u
is to treat me like a whore
tell me your great idea
have me in your dreams
court me with flowers
write me a poem, your bad one
& all i ask of u
is to keep me from the shore
& all i ask of u
is to tolerate some more
& all i ask of u
is to keep me from being bored
& all i ask of u
is to treat me like a whore
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THE BLUE ROSES !party in the gulag!
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tracks
1. god's daughter
2. amateur night
3. do the torrence
4. roslyn
5. act II
6. train to pyongyang
7. !party in the gulag!
8. on your [to do] list
9. xes
10.a day without sex
11. welcoming comittee
bees
------------------------------------
freelance gynecologist
night of the living bachelors
how to approach women
zoomorphic
all i ask of u |
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| a day without sex |
[Dec. 28th, 2008|08:11 am] |
i want to open the window
i want to open that door
i want something that reeks
of possibility
i am a shy lad
i dance when i'm alone
i practice my kisses
on the mercury's lovelab
a day without sex
is a day wasted
a day without sex
is a day wasted
i'm going out to Angel's
i'm bringing you some cupcakes
i creep in Paris Theater
i bring a blue rose...
now tell me how
will i die anyway?
tell my friends
i wonder now
must i die this way?
it came in my sleep
a day without sex
it came in my sleep
a day without sex |
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| "Dinner Theater" |
[Dec. 28th, 2008|07:56 am] |
i like photography
i like my V.T.R.
i don't smoke
and i don't drink...
i am a superdad
and i can play the drums
2 out of 3 'aint bad
Cuz boys we like to have our fun
a day without sex
is a day wasted
a day without sex
is a day wasted
i'm hiding out in Scottsdale
i'll leave the keys to my room
& won't see the next day
wearing a tripod, as new hat
now tell me how
did i die anyway?
tell my friends
i wonder now
did i die anyway?
it came in my sleep
a day without sex
it came in my sleep
a day without sex |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 13th, 2008|07:51 pm] |
i cannot excel in the things i wish to do
i have nothing but i wish to do
and carrie looks good on paper
but we all know she's got vapors |
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| i never was single |
[Dec. 9th, 2008|09:46 pm] |
you'll be sorry
and i'll be so happy
cause i have given my
last i have needs
speech
you be still living
under the threat of violence
and going for your 2nd
useless degree
i'll opt for living
opt for the 'singles scene'
i'll opt of for sowing
my last wild oats
i've found your replacement
and she is not a figment
i've found your replacement
and she is not a figment
i never was single
they told you all my lies
i never was single
on a bathroom wall inscribed
[change]
im a distant rothschild
far far down the bloodline
banking and wine
and a waste of your time
im one of the 'good guys'
and my horse is drugged
im a throwback to better times
those archie bunker days
those mirrors will not break
ive given all ive got
no partner in crime
a doped horse i ride
im a distant rothschild
there is no one to love me
im a distant rothschild
there is no one who owes me
[bridge]
those archie bunker days
i never was single
those archie bunker ways
i never was single
always time to mingle
and share a drink with you
always got the shingles
and bare my heart to you
if i was single...
i'd live just like this
if i was single...
i'd live just like this |
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| defcon 1 |
[Nov. 30th, 2008|01:08 am] |
can you fit another skeleton in your closet
can you fix a meal for anyone but me
we are down to sand time now
i am fingers slipping through
and you'll want explanations, you'll have reservations
i shall have your understudy
waiting in the wings
i shall have another one on deck before you walk the plank |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 29th, 2008|06:05 am] |
are you a betting man?
or are you a brilliant one?
the days of parlour games
have come back so strong
you left your mark on the dance floor
you marked your territory
bare your claws, bare your fangs
give us a fair warning!
sperm on the dance floor
you mad spastic dancing machine
sperm on the dance floor
you are quite the spleen
the ladies are looking good tonight
and the drinks are watered down
there's someone out there meant for me
is she white, black or brown
i've got moves in learned in prison
my cellmate taught me everything
i've got feet of razor precision
watch my love |
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| "postmodern woman" |
[Nov. 29th, 2008|06:04 am] |
i have a head for business
and a bod for sin
you make it happen
and i let you in
bury you with your secrets
and i have my doubts
bury you and your secretive
and i finally found an out
i am your dirty secret
on top of mole hill
i am your filthy secret
and king of ant farm
just act like you belong
as this is just a hoax
just act and go along
as this is just a hoax
i guess we're ready
i guess we're finished
i guess we're ready
i guess we're finished |
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| /[poultry]/ |
[Nov. 16th, 2008|03:22 pm] |
fell down three flights of stairs
the greatest con that went nowhere
i was willing to be duped
home invasions are back in fashion i say
anxiety is a lifestyle choice
& i'll race you off that cliff
i'll jump you on that bridge
with a gut full of brennivin
can u disconnect my digital
can u kill that girl my analog
and make it quiet, discreet
and it tastes like poultry
it smells like you are ready
with my hands not steady
and it looks like we got a winner here
and it feels like holiday cheer
i cannot escape my present
i cannot escape who i am
and it tastes like poultry...
it tastes like poultry...
and the fracture entered the fray
and my fractions here will pray
and the factions cannot sway
and i always want to "play"
with god as the automobile
with god as the automobile
and it tastes like poultry
it smells like you are ready
with my hands not steady
and it looks like we got a winner here
and it feels like holiday cheer
i cannot escape my present
i cannot escape who i am
and it tastes like poultry...
it tastes like poultry... |
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| THE BLUE ROSES !party in the gulag! |
[Nov. 9th, 2008|01:29 pm] |
THE BLUE ROSES !party in the gulag!
"god's daughter"
he takes me
he rapes me
he smashes my things
he hates me
he pisses on my heart
he pisses on my dishes
he crashes my car
the world belongs
to those with teeth
and love belongs
in a dirty magazine
i hear no echo
i see no restraint
i have no compromises
to make you my slave
he bathes me
he cums all on my face
he owns me
he puts me in my place
he hates me
he pisses on my heart
he pisses on my dishes
he smashes my guitar
"amateur night"
well every night i treat like this
like it's my 21st birthday
and every night i think of this
that i will go home with the one i love
could you be my drinking buddy
could you drink me to the floor
could you get it on a polaroid
could you take me to the cleaners
amateur night
it's all one liners
it's all a farce
and rolodex scarred
what's the endgame
my happy ending
the only endgame
i will lie alone
and every night i stumble sideways
i vomit to a toilet that wont flush
and when it's over i dream like this
i'll do it over again with the one i love
so should you be my drinking buddy
the endgame is the gutter and the floor
could you get it on a beta
and laserdisc forevermore
i am on my default setting
another case of the holiday blues
i am wrong in all my hatred
so i will love the drink forevermore
"do the torrence"
those days will never start again
all stuck in an endless summer
my money is no good here
wander hallways and follow the music
hair of the pitbull that grabbed me
"you line them up & i'll knock them down"
my love is nowhere near
and when she is
she makes me stutter
I drink to toast the dead
I drink of liver & self
I dance to raise the dead
i aim my piss at the sun
have another
and dance with me
Make me laugh
& make me feel special
call me papi
pillow biter
you the toe-cutter
I the night-rider
have a pill
and sleep with me
dance with the dead
and piss on myself
but don't say it
don't say it
don't say that you ever loved me
but don't say it
don't say it
don't say that you ever loved me
"roslyn"
and roslyn
how i must confess
i do adore you
in summer dress
and roslyn
how i've made a mess
tuned pity party
into litmus test
a sad boy seen
queen to suprise
not where i've been
but how i lie
a losing dream
that burns my eyes
a winning scheme
in quest for prize
my lord does court u
my lord will hurt u
my lord has told u
as life he loves u
and roslyn
how i must confess
i want to come
on your summer dress
and roslyn
how u musn't stress
i'm shooting blanks
i'm seed-less
my lord does court u
my lord will hurt u
my lord has told u
as life he loves u
she buries my child
she buries my child
she buries my child
she buries my child
"act II"
i didn't have an act II
i'm at a loss
what to do?
now that i've moved
where am i to go?
i don't know anybody
i am just a
country mouse
don't have anybody
that calls my heart home
you should meet my dealer
you should meet my girlfriend
all these pretty things
that do not exist
you should meet my bandmates
you should meet my flatmates
all these pretty things
that do not exist
i call intermission
i call for a time out
it's time to replenish
and improvise
find me in a strip club
or in the dive bars
where i hang my hats
where my heart is home
i don't have an ACT II
i wouldn't even follow thru
i don't have an ACT II
i wouldn't even follow thru
i then get my revenge
i will eat my snowflakes
you are just a magnet
for alzheimers
i have lost my script
i have new love interest
someone who gawks
and calls my heart home
"train to pyongyang"
from the capital of Seoul i've go to go
to a place where the women are ace
be picking rice out in the fields
& die of starvation
that's what i need
where we all care about community
where no one is selfish
and no one has greed
where the sun in shining
and we're always at war
and i only got one pair of fuckin shoes
so i guess that's why i sing the blues
don't call me zipperhead
or even missus chang
i'm gonna ride that train
ride that train
ride that train down to pyongyang
our dear leader is no other
than kim jong il
the hero of our Workers Party
cult of personality
rockin out, this block party
with a truckload full of Hennessey
and Korean gals that aim to please
it's the end of world now
can i get a glass of Tang
i'm gonna ride that train
ride that train
ride that train down to pyongyang
and i don't care much for atlas shrugged
don't ya know ayn rand is just a thug?
she's a traitor to her own sex
and a terrible writer on top of that
so i'm gonna pack my bags
and head on out
gonna take this train
and get some sun
people are important - and stuff is not.
people are important - and stuff is not.
people are important - and stuff is not.
people are important - and stuff is not.
"!party in the gulag!"
she answered the question wrong
she pushed the wrong buttons
she sang my favorite songs
on the altar where my seed found purchase
can you see what god has done to me?
without a choice
as my voice is a--castrati
i am poor and i am suitable
offered me up for reward
the voices of the angels
falling thru pavement cracks
all is not forgotten
an honest days work for an honest days beating
can you see what god has done to me?
without a choice
as my voice is a--castrati
i am poor and i am suitable
offered me up for reward
it's a party in the gulag
everyone's invited
it's a party in the gulag
everyone's inivited
the voices of the angels
the voice of the forgotten
"on your [to do] list"
so sad you're in love again
this text mess-age
you picked up that phone
my last death wish
she says i'm busy
and i rot outside
so stressed
and i haven't the time
to sneak into my own house
i sneak into my own house
to sneak into my own house
i sneak into my own house
same city but a different dream
same pussy
with different scheme
this town i'm told
is event horizon
this girl i love
is none the wiser
so i sneak into my own house
i sneak into my own house
so i sneak into my own house
i sneak into my own house
[bridge]
god willing & god forbid
i'm just another fling
on your to do list
god willing & god forbid
i'm just another fling
on your to do list
i was born yesterday (x4)
"xes"
my daddy said
you can't trust them
they have no loyalty
they aren't reliable
they lack their sanity
do things
you shouldn't want to
to try and make them pleased
say things
you wouldn't ever
and have you on your knees
they come in all
shapes and sizes
they reason on a different plane
in a variety of colors
at the core
they're quite the same
they hold all of the cards
they keep us in the dark
you cannot argue with them
as in life
you wont get far
They're superior
creatures
we're inferior
can you teach us?
we only follow orders
only do what we are told
in the name of love
we are stopped, frozen cold
[bridge]
my loins are always restless
and i love them when they smell
my heart is always breaking
the kid in the candy store
this is why i don't sleep
& why i'm without marbles
the victory of defeat
as history repeats itself
They're superior
creatures
we're inferior
can you teach us?
we only follow orders
only do what we are told
in the name of love
we are stopped, frozen cold
"a day without sex"
i want to open the window
i want to open that door
i want something that reeks
of possibility
i am a shy lad
i dance when i'm alone
i practice my kisses
on the mercury's lovelab
a day without sex
is a day wasted
a day without sex
is a day wasted
i'm going out to Angel's
i'm bringing you some cupcakes
i creep in Paris Theater
i bring a blue rose...
now tell me how
will i die anyway?
tell my friends
i wonder now
must i die this way?
it came in my sleep
a day without sex
it came in my sleep
a day without sex
"welcoming committee"
two women walk into a bar
they say
there's no punchlines here
so we're leaving
and it's hell to be
stuck in
this goddamn co-op
the welcoming committee
takes the last of your pennies
i kissed and cried the ground
that you shat upon
you don't have to
put a cat or dog
thru college
and i never
stopped thinking about you?
welcome to bartertown
welcome to pre-judgment
the welcoming committee
takes me on my sick leave
my father was a good man
he did the best with what he had
my mother was a soldier
she taught me respect
...i never did
my life was such a charmed one
i pissed it away
under the bridge
where is the love of my life!
can i fuck your wife?
where is the love of my life!
can i fuck your wife?
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bees
"feelance gyncecologist"
sorry boys!
i'm a freelance gynecologist
always on call
always a hectic schedule
if i forget my speculum
then i use both fists
it's a dirty job
and no one wants to do it
sorry boys!
you would think it'd have its benefits
sometimes
i'd like to lose my sense of smell
it's the velvet chamber in hell
sometimes
i cannot take it much longer
i wreak
of an overworked fishmonger
and it's my 2nd amendment
2nd amendment right
to defend myself
& shoot anything
that gets in my sights
my stash of
custom made assault weapons
will prevent myself
from losing my mind
in the velvet chamber in hell
sometimes
i'd like to lose my sense of smell
it's the velvet chamber in hell
sometimes
i cannot take it much longer
i wreak
of an overworked fishmonger
i'm sorry boys!
you'll never become a
a man
i'm so sorry boys!
we'll never become men
"night of the living bachelors"
i was born
in a moral vacuum
on a bright and sunny day
I say one thing
but do another
i backstab
date rape
cocaine
others are a pawn
as they do as you wish
love is simply Gone
with the whole fist
and nothing but the fist
There are no simple words
only drastic measures
no beautiful girls
only desperate children
I spread Hiv in this city
coast to coast
in the water supply
i car crash
escape Houdini
i love one thing
but say the other
There are no simple words
only spastic actors
all Beautful women
I am deperate children
"i'll get enough sleep when i'm dead" [HOW TO APPROACH WOMEN]
up the Nung river
in the hot summer sun
a classified mission
that exists for no one
so pretty they lie
and do what they may
well, where are we going?
i'm not one to say
innoculate the children
then take every arm
tear out my teeth
to crisp & ash & none
you don't talk to me
you simply listen
if horror has a face
it's the one i've been given
i'll get enough
sleep
when i am dead
sleep
when i am dead
sleep
when i am dead
sleep
when i am
perfect for surfing
the tide is coming in
i need more crystal meth
to keep me awake for this
i'd need a cold shower
and your comfortable bed
so what if i've crashed
i will do so again!
i'll get enough
sleep
when i am dead
sleep
when i am dead
sleep
when i am dead
sleep
when i am
"ZooMorPhic"
i wake up alive--outside
& i don't know where i am
"you've had too many oysters" he says
on a fishing trip we sail
she'll be comin round the mountain
dressed in betsy johnson
i see in blacks & whites
& i bleed from both ends
let's have some sherry
at Mt. Tabor it's picnic time
and offer your lips
i smile
who will crack the whip?
i'm tired...
here's the New Deal fantasy
calling, can you follow me
lovers, they thrive in sanity
join the new biology
join the new biology
(chorus)
i've been in love before
a thousand times before
yet--i don't know what it is
i've been in hell before
but still i want more
i don't know what it is
i wish i had a heart
i do not have a heart
i do not know thyself
not a lover to my name
not a lover to my name
i sleep down--dead--inside
& i don't know who I am
"you've had too many lives" she says
on the rusty fence impaled
he'll be comin round the mountain
in his new leather jacket
--do you see?
--do you see?
--do you see?
--do you see?
(i can have whomever i want)
(chorus)
"all i ask of u"
tell me your favorite book
show me your favorite pelicula
& show me your naughty bits
& kiss me like u mean it
& all i ask of u
is to keep me from the shore
& all i ask of u
is to tolerate some more
& all i ask of u
is to keep me from being bored
& all i ask of u
is to treat me like a whore
tell me your great idea
have me in your dreams
court me with flowers
write me a poem, your bad one
& all i ask of u
is to keep me from the shore
& all i ask of u
is to tolerate some more
& all i ask of u
is to keep me from being bored
& all i ask of u
is to treat me like a whore
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THE BLUE ROSES !party in the gulag!---
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tracks
1. god's daughter
2. amateur night
3. do the torrence
4. roslyn
5. act II
6. train to pyongyang
7. !party in the gulag!
8. on your [to do] list
9. xes
10.a day without sex
11. welcoming comittee
bees
------------------------------------
freelance gynecologist
night of the living bachelors
how to approach women
zoomorphic
all i ask of u |
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| "god's daughter" |
[Sep. 7th, 2008|09:21 am] |
he takes me
he rapes me
he smashes my things
he hates me
he pisses on my heart
he pisses on my dishes
he crashes my car
the world belongs
to those with teeth
and love belongs
in a dirty magazine
i hear no echo
i see no restraint
i have no compromises
to make you my slave
he bathes me
he cums all on my face
he owns me
he puts me in my place
he hates me
he pisses on my heart
he pisses on my dishes
he smashes my guitar |
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| "act II" |
[Sep. 7th, 2008|09:19 am] |
"act II"
i didn't have an act II
i'm at a loss
what to do?
now that i've moved
where am i to go?
i don't know anybody
i am just a
country mouse
don't have anybody
that calls my heart home
you should meet my dealer
you should meet my girlfriend
all these pretty things
that do not exist
you should meet my bandmates
you should meet my flatmates
all these pretty things
that do not exist
i call intermission
i call for a time out
it's time to replenish
and improvise
find me in a strip club
or in the dive bars
where i hang my hats
where my heart is home
i don't have an ACT II
i wouldn't even follow thru
i don't have an ACT II
i wouldn't even follow thru
i then get my revenge
i will eat my snowflakes
you are just a magnet
for alzheimers
i have lost my script
i have new love interest
someone who gawks
and calls my heart home |
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| "an hourglass endless" |
[Jun. 15th, 2008|08:33 am] |
"an hourglass endless"
invisible
and i'll trust you with my kids
with the poison in your blood
it all ends with this...
unlivable
you shall get my
"i have needs" speech
untouchable
you shall reap
as though you have not sown
a body from the honey jar
a mind gone to the waste dump
a memory that is simply that
grey hairs & body fat
an hourglass, endless
an hourglass, endless
unkissable
the fatwa has been issued
you will get explosives
in all your mocha lattes
your hipster retirement
past it's sell by date
past it's welcome days
i say "LET'S BLOW THIS PLACE!"
and all of its...
PBR piss stained floors
an hourglass, endless
an hourglass, endless
what happened to my people?
we could have been great leaders
we could have been
innovators
you could have been a scientist
you could have won the nobel prize
instead we're waiting for the hangover to end
instead we're waiting for the hangover to end
(solo)
oh i'm sorry honey
i was only kidding
it was just one of my
many mood swings...
you'll still be my wonderbread
you'll still be my snowflake
you'll still be my favorite honky
my cracker in distress |
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| little beirut |
[Apr. 14th, 2008|06:51 pm] |
"little beirut"
it's a rainy day
in little beirut |
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| death after dishonor |
[Mar. 30th, 2008|10:12 am] |
death after dishonor
is it pink cloud syndrome?
they have diagnosed me
whereas you could not do
anything on your own
you have figured out me
death after dishonor
i've always talked out
of both sides of my mouth
(i've been prepping for the senate you see)
and i am now planting roses all over your corpse
eaten alive by bobcats
talked to death on ego's phone
i'm starting to tapdance
and throwing away your ego phone
death after dishonor
it is pink eye syndrome
that has merged with me
i waive the white flag
and smell your soiled rags
i don't even understand me
things could be explained
at great length
but it really would have no relevance
i have fallen in love for the last time
i'm truly glad i've gotten that out of the way
i have finally gone mad the last time
i've got to get out of your way |
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| "dottie" |
[Mar. 30th, 2008|10:11 am] |
don't feel badly
when i die
because i've been dead
for a long time
and i welcome you
to my
creative exaggerations
i am a verbal switchblade
(i bleed olive green) |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 24th, 2008|09:48 am] |
big blonde
"all the cooks"
i got all the veronal
tablets i need
washing 'em down with whiskey
if nettie finds me
late in the afternoon asleep
i pray to keep the doctor
at bay
now that we have exchanged vows
i can go to the pub
and get pissed
here's mud in your eye
glass in your throat
razors to clean your teeth
i hate men
they get on my nerves
"Sonnets in Suicide"
Abe Froman's Revenge
Scotch mist
boredom and loneliness |
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| anasnow |
[Feb. 18th, 2008|10:30 am] |
ana says
i want to go home
but i'm afraid
that all the doors are locked
ana says
my scars are all my own
they keep me grounded
and when i'm down to size zero
all the boys in town will love me
and when i'm down to size zero
i will be the town bicycle
just some lettuce
and broken wings
just some lettuce
and broken wishbone
drunk on water
i am less than air
this is all of mine
and none dispair |
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