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| 2:59 | 
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Holy holy holy all is holy in the sink
In the sink all is holy holy holy Down the sink holy holy sinking down Holy sinking down the hole down the sink Holy holy sinking holy holy down holy sinking Sinking down the hole holy holy All is holy all is holy down the sink In the sink all is holy all is holy In the hole down the hole holy sinking All is holy in the sink sinking down the holy Sinking all is sinking down the hole Holy sinking sinking down the hole Sink sink sink sink sink sinking down the holy Down holy sinking down the sink Sinking holy down the sink holy holy holy sinking All sinking down the hole Holy holy all is sinking all is sinking All is sinking sink sink sink sink Sink sink sink sink sink sink |
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| 1:58 |
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| 4. |
| 4:29 |
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| 5. |
| 2:33 |
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I want to be different, like everybody else
I want to be like I want to be just like all the different people I have no further interest in being the same Because I have seen difference all around And now I know that that's what I want I don't want to blend in and be indistinguishable I want to be a part of the different crowd And assert my individuality along with the others Who are different like me I don't want to be identical to anyone or anything I don't even want to be identical to myself I want to look in the mirror and wonder "Who is that person? I've never seen that person before I've never seen anyone like that before." I want to call into question the very idea That identity can be attached I want a floating, shifting, ever changing persona Invisibility and obscurity Detachment from the ego and all of its pursuits Unity is useless Comformity is competitive and divisive And leads only to stagnation and death If what I'm saying doesn't make any sense That's because sense can not be made It's something that must be sensed And I, for one, am incensed by all this complacency Why oppose war only when there's a war? Why defend the clinics only when they're attacked? Why are we always reactive? Let's activate something Let's fuck shit up Whatever happened to revolution for the hell of it? Whatever happened to protesting nothing in particular Just protesting 'cause it's Saturday And there's nothing else to do? |
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| 3:25 |
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| 7. |
| 3:18 |
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Bassinets, clarinets
Proletarian chariots Polyunsaturated cinemaplexi Glass cathedrals Anxious daffodils Falling off the window sill But better still a sleeping pill L-tryptophan's illegal Squirming, unlearning Swirling in a cloud of unknowing Silence, violence Swirling in a cloud of unknowing Hellacool swimming pools Corporate tools, vestibules Herring bones, monotones Macrocosmic snowcones Stroking the ego Wrapping it up in swaddling clothes Anointing it with aluminum foil Squirming, unlearning Twirling in a clowd of unknowing Silence, violence Twirling in a clowd of unknowing Aluminum siding salesmen Drowning in a sea of alliteration Relentlessly searching for Non-existent clarity Big fat bluffin' Anguished muffin Bad Brain H.R. Puffinstuffin Dirty socks Onobox Goldilocks and cream cheese Drunken boat, billy goat Trapped in Annette Funicello Full of fish and roses and the posies Squirming, unlearning Pudding in a cloud of unknowing Silence, violence Pudding in a cloud of unknowing Quantum plumbing, the pineal gland The sixth chakra, the seventh seal Enveloping pelicans pecking at the crumbs Of enlightenment Retrograde planets plunging into the arms of America |
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| 3:21 |
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I woke up this morning with a bad hangover and my penis was missing again. This happens all the time; it's detachable. This comes in handy a lot of the time; I can leave it home when it think it's gonna get me in trouble, or I can rent it out when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning, I can't, for the life of me, remember what I did with it. First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it , so I called up the place where the party was, they hadn't seen it either. I asked them to check the medicine cabinet, 'cause for some reason, I leave it there sometimes, but not this time. So I told them if it pops up to let me know. I called a few people who were at the party, but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate I really don't like being without my penis for too long, It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak. After a few hours of searching the house, and calling everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very depressed, so I went to the Kiev and ate breakfast. Then as I walked down Second Avenue, toward's St. Mark's Place, where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven-some guy was selling it! I had to buy it off him. He wanted 22 bucks, but I talked him down to 17. I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on. I was happy again: complete. People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but I don't know. Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable penis. |
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| 9. |
| 6:16 |
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Take me home, take me home
Take me home and throw me down Take me home, take me home Take me home and tie me up 'Cause you're the one my body's been waiting aching for You're the one I need in my darkest hour You're the one who knows what a hypocrite I am You're the one who knows my life is a pathetic sham Take me home, take me home Take me home and tie me up Take me home, take me home Take me home, and spit in my face Take me home, take me home Take me home and kick me hard 'Cause you're the one I trust enough You're the one I trust enough to hurt me You're the only one I want you to give me what I deserve You're the only one I trust And the only one who can hurt |
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| 10. |
| 6:02 |
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Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he detested.
"There is no rope!" he would scream at the laughing walls. "There is only the end. "No hope, no rope. Ending is better than mending. Doors of perception, windows of opportunity. These are illusions, like the killing floor." Ed spoke in a squeaky whiny voice With perhaps a slight tinge of glee, But this was only because He couldn't be bothered to try to develop A manner of speaking that truly reflected his mood. "This is a vacuum. There is no air in this room. Despair is no fun anymore. Nihilism knocked three times on the ceiling, But the rosy fingers of dawn always inserted themselves In the nose of unfulfilled promises. "Angels sang Heysanna Hosanna, Paralyzed prima-donnas danced in the streets all day, But when darkness came, everybody went home. "I was ready - everyone else was asleep. And while it may have been a relief To see that I was right all along, Here I am still: alone and trapped, Awaiting the endless end. "And I can turn it all around, And laugh at it and laugh at myself; I can laugh louder than the walls, The halls, the waterfalls, Louder than Charles de Gaul or Fulton Mall, But I don't know what I'm laughing at, I don't know just what I think is so goddamn funny. "I don't know why I don't just shut up And give up and lay down and die. What do I have to complain about anyway," Ed asked his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire!" This wasn't exactly true. Ed's Picasso was an obvious forgery, His three Rothkos had just been singled out In an article in Artforum entitled, "The three most insignificant paintings of Mark Rothko," And his Barbara Kruegers had been irreparably damaged By Rein Sanction and a few other bands from Gainesville That refused to recognize the value of art. "Come to think of it," Ed mused to the laminated roadkill coffee table That he had purchased when times had seemed slightly less bleak, "Come to think of it, not only does art have no intrinsic value, But my collection has no extrinsic value either. I know I'm not a millionaire, but that's no reason to complain. "There is no reason to complain. There is no reason to do anything. I don't believe in reason, Objective reality, or collective farming. "I don't believe in public speaking, Which is another reason why I'm here alone. I don't believe in life or death, I would kill myself, But I don't believe in suicide." Ed put on a red shirt and took a quick walk around the block While whistling softly to himself. He reentered his apartment screaming, "There is no life on this planet! Jehovah-One replaced all life with machinery five centuries ago. The so-called industrial revolution was just another hoax And we all fell for it, 'cause we were all programmed to. Even I fell for it. I believe in the steam engine, Even though I don't believe in anything. "Logical inconsistency is the Mr. Bubble I bathe in Each and every evening, except for yesterday evening, When I rollerbladed over to the Masonic temple To play pinochle with Pope John Paul the First. "I really had no choice in the matter." "Ed certainly could go on and on, and he did, And he would, and he will, Until you or I or somebody does something about it," Senator Sterno of Louisiana announced Over closed circuit television. "And as long as he continues to pontificate pointlessly, I will do nothing." Ed walked away from the program feeling fortified and stapled. His brain was buzzing, the way it always did just after Jeopardy. He loaded up the microbus with atlases and poseidons And headed for Pope county. "I've had it." He sang, "I've had it with puns, alliteration, Russian literature, Italian neorealism, meaningless cross references and laundry lists of nonsense. I shall dive without a license, without clothing, Without direction and if I make it to Arkansas, fine, And if I'm running late, if I'm running a numbers game, It doesn't matter, I shall keep on running. "Yes, this is the answer. This is the ending, I shall keep on running, because a body in motion Tends to stay emotional, and it's better to feel. Pain is better than emptiness, Emptiness is better than nothing, And nothing is better than this." |
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| 3:33 |
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I could be here
I could be in a salad I could be out of town I could be in paradise I could be anywhere (x2) I could be near the refrifgerator I could be on the roof I could be in Mesopotamia I could be back in the salad again I could be anywhere (x3) I could be in transit I could be in bed I could be incandescent I could be in I could be out It doesn't matter, leave me alone I could be anywhere (x4) I could be back in the salad again |
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| 5:47 |
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And so the very evil children took the dog out to play in the park
Then they took him home and refused to set him on fire They were evil evil evil children And they refused to do as they were told They would say, "Why should we leave the elderly woman in the expressway?" "No way, we're not doing it." Then they would go downstairs And prepare the Molotov cocktails Knowing full well that when they were finished There was no way in hell they were going to blow up the neighbor's barn They were evil evil evil children Sometimes in other lives People expected them to do bad |
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| 0:23 |
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Hey hey look at me
Hey hey I'm Phillip Glass Hey look at me over here hey Hey hey Einstein Hey get off the beach Hey einstein hey hey Look hey hey I'm Nixon in China Heh heh heh heh Hey hey |
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| 2:49 |
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And then and then and so and life
And see and look I mean like me And feel and fly and go I mean like you and where and who And how and there And why and so what (Various noises) And now and no and yeah and uhh And so I mean like you now And stop and stay And down and low I mean like come and then Ladadadadada |
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No, I never was in Vietnam
I never once dove into an empty swimming pool I never let the carpet walk right out from under me I never painted a house or a tree I never did become an exotic dancer Or a customer service representative I never took the pulse of a dying duck Or gave mouth to mouth resuscitation to a horsefly In a way I s'pose you could say My experience is quite limited For example, I never locked Oliver Cromwell in a broom closet While singing Waltzing Matilda I never sawed a television in half Although I once saw Wendy O'Williams saw a guitar I never played a decent game of jacks I never played poker with a toothless one eyed pirate Who kept picking his teeth with a bowie knife To distract me while his parrot looked over my shoulder And told him what cards I had By using an elaborate code involving Vomiting, chirping and sea shanties I never bought a lamp Wait I did buy a lamp once But I never bought a lantern or a lambskin prophylactic I never bought lima beans or lime pudding I never bought a lion or a Lionel Richie album I never bought anything beginning with the letter "L" Except lollipops, lightbulbs and lettuce...and the lamp I never laid down for a nap And found the Everly brothers in bed with me I never let a cyborg take out the garbage I'm sorry I stole the radio I did it I sawed the legs off the periodic table I re-elected the President I did it, it was my fault I farted in the church I'm sorry I did many many bad things And I am so sorry |
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| 2:47 |
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It's so beautiful here
The swallows are swinging and swaying Sweetly tweeting in the fruit trees Sparrows hip hop into my hands And somehow I hold them and gently pet their wings Why does this happen here? Now? I was in tears yesterday Tattered and near lifeless Have I died and passed into the after world? I must have, this is heaven How did I get here? Let me retrace my steps What happened yesterday? I was in tears, near lifeless Something sad must have happened but what? What was I crying about? Is it over? Is it okay now? Who am I talking to? What's going on? Oh no, now the sparrow is broken and mangled in my bloody hands This is so awful Giant flying insects are crawling all over me Biting and laughing This is even worse than being alive This is worse than being alive Even worse than being alive I hate this |
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| 5:39 |
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In this happy sing-song hell hole
In this torture house of glee In this perfect playpen prison There's so much to do and see On this euthanasia morning Colorful carnival of pain Let us drink delicious poison If they won't let us Let's complain Genetic engineers Crucified our sacred hymns While flesh fell off our bodies And we lost our limbs |
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