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| 3:38 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:25 | 
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One day
What if one day What if I said I wish I was a tree And then, suddenly, I was a tree Then could I wish myself back? No, trees can't wish. What if I wished I was a wishing tree, A tree that could wish? What if i wished I was a toilet bowl, And then I was one, and the wind changed and I stayed that way? Or what if I wished I was a toilet bowl And suddenly I was a tree! Would I be able to say, "Hey! I wanted to be a toilet bowl, not a tree?" No, I wouldn't be able to say that, Because trees can't talk They don't have mouths. I would have to have the foresight to say, "I wish I was a toilet, But if by some chance I'm turned into a tree instead, I wish to be a tree with a mouth that can wish to be changed back into a human being!" Because I'd only ever want to be a toilet or a tree for a very brief period of time. I guess this is the exact reason why they always say you should be very careful what you wish for. |
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| 3. |
| 2:06 |
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I will slur
And heel And hem And haw I will eat a monkey paw When you call me up and command me To come over to your house For sex and tea biscuits I shall clandestinely drop my cumberbund Down the dumbwaiter chute Lutes will serenade us like liquid lemonade You will glisten like newborn snow And I will listen Like a clairvoyant nipple clamp It will be sex like nobody has ever had it before In the history of postmodern lovemaking It will be sex, even if it isn't It will be sex, even if only in theory Even if it's only pantomine Even if it's just a memory Or a dream Or a symphonic approximation After a summer of autonomous sodomy And National Geographic specials About the pretty animals That use other animals as food by eating them On television But we shouldn't even watch television We should just have sex Epoch making Earth shaking Teeth chattering Dish clattering Fish frying Eye popping Never stopping Bunny hopping Toe tapping Joseph Papping sex Shakespeare in the park kinda sex D train ride to Coney Island vacation kinda sex Clandestine in the airplane lavatory kind of sex Olympic marathon sex All the different ways that we feel like having sex We should Until we grow old and bored and disillusioned Then let us rekindle our feelings Forget our despair and our celibate nonsense And do it like bunnyrats till the cows come home to roost So call me sometime And let's have sex |
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| 4. |
| 3:57 |
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I don't know what it is
That is or isn't inside me That gives me that empty feeling inside of me A voice said to put it all down Pretend that it's all just a lie When the lamb and lion lay down Side by side Pigs will fly Little one Pigs will fly I don't know what it is That gives me that empty feeling A feeling that can't be filled With sex, food or coffee But one thing I know There is blood in the sky When the lamb and the lion lay down Side by side, pigs will fly I see not, I say not I cannot say why I say not, I see not I cannot say why There is blood in the sky There is mud in my eye |
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| 5. |
| 4:28 |
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The people here
Are so hospitable They have given me their best blanket And such soft pillows They are so kind I am crying And i think it is violently rude of them To make me feel so guilty I barely know them And yet here they are Extending every courtesy, And being so caring And so considerate That I just want to burn their house down Right now While they are sleeping |
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| 6. |
| 3:27 |
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I Wish I had a story to tell
I Wish I knew the story of the cardboard man, Or the Talking filmcanister, Or the Spoon that Moved I Wish I knew the one about the wise guru Or the honest Lizard I wish I knew about the dog that dressed like a cat, Or the mule that walked like rock Or the tornado who swam like a statue of Carmen Miranda I Wish I knew all these stories or had the inclination to make them up I Wish I could sit on soft pillows and drink molten lava I Wish I could make love to the sky I Wish I could eat the corn of Joy and Sorrow I Wish the sky was green and my body was bright blue I Wish I could talk sideways and backwards I Wish I could drive the tractor of Innocence and return the the life I never knew I Wish I could drink chocolate champaigne I Wish I had that Fax Number I Wish I nothing could mean something and that everbody could have everything Some wishes come true Some of this wishes will come true Others, are destined to become dreams deferred, Shriveling up like grapes with sun tans, But all is not lost, No, all is not lost, not yet I Wish I had 3 eyes, but of course, I have 3 eyes I have clavoyant paranoia I have precogant disetence I have many other ways of seeing at my disposal I have a garbage disposal, dinner plans and dog bisquets I have many many options and a strong sense that freedom comes with in But I shall never find it Freedom is lost, Failure is just around the corner and the only thing that Consoles me is the sound of my voice, and the fact that I don't cut myself Shaving as I used too |
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| 7. |
| 2:24 |
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If most of us were wind up-toys
Could we trust the few of us that weren't To wind us up when necessary? I think not We would be a separate oppressed minority Even if we were in the majority It would still be that way The ones that weren't wind-up toys Would have the upper hand And we would have to look out for each other Because they wouldn't They would only wind up those that they saw fit Those that conformed to their ways If most of us were wind-up toys It would be in our interest To learn to wind ourselves up Or wind each other up That's reality That's the way it is |
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| 8. |
| 1:47 |
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The air was breathing, but I nearly suffocated
In my sarcophagus Where the antelopes wear underwear on their antlers: On my mantle, memories recede, but cost of living Adjustments dance the Charleston at the Rosebud of resplendent nostalgia: The walls are dripping, and tonight the faces are on the Ceiling, are They are suspiciously silent: There was a fire tonight, when the world weary smile: There was a pillow plummeting like invisible carbon in a Passion play: If this is only going from A to B and back again, how Come when I clothes my eyes, I see bedsprings and Excrement in deep focus: Dirty deals that only I am privy to, elegant cobblestone Goblets, bone Orchard china, parsips and lichen: Puke on me, Delores: Are you married or lesbian, are you a celibate Buddist Acolyte, Or are you just detached and unavailable like me: More to the point where are you : where were you: I went to the high school reunion, and Delores, there was No puke: It's a sad lonely song by the barnyard, 'cause Delores Ain't sick to Her stomach no more: |
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| 9. |
| 3:28 |
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There was somebody else's tongue in my mouth (3x)
And I don't know where it came from There was somebody else's hand on my tongue (3x) And now my mouth is missing Somebody should shut me up Somebody better shut me up that's for sure Somebody should shut my white ass up, Sure a chicken fried steak There was somebody else's fist on my throat (3x) And I sure better learn how to rhumba |
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| 10. |
| 4:45 |
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He looked late 30's, maybe mid 30's
Tall, maybe six feet I saw him in the Guatemalan clothing place He was thin and hungry They sold jewelry there too I noticed some bracelets with Sanskrit writing on them I think the woman behind the counder was Indian Not American Indian, Indian Indian She had a weird smile on her face as I walked in I was looking at the bracelets He said he was looking for work He said, "I applied for work as a dishwasher As a dishwasher As a...dishwasher As a dishwasher over at the hotel I'll find out tomorow, but if they don't There is six other places looking for dishwashers She is smiling at him And I'm realizing now hours later She didnt know him He says "See ya" and leaves And I'm still looking at stuff She looks real nervous She's not Indian, too light skinned maybe I don't know But she didn't speak English very well But he says "See ya" and I'm looking at stuff I'm realizing now hours later she didn't She didn't know him She was just going along with him And he was obviously not a customer either Because he said he was looking for work He applied for work as a dishwasher As a dishwasher As a dishwasher They don't make a lot of money Something was going on, he was desperate maybe He went in there to try to sell something No, I think he was trying to distract her So he could maybe take something He was thin and hungry and desperate I mean he obviosly wasn't a customer But I didn't figure it out 'til later after the movie I'm walking back and I'm playing the movie back in my head I'm playing the scene back in my head in the store He looked late 30's, maybe mid 30's Maybe six feet in the Guatemalan clothing place They sold bracelets with Sanskrit writng on them The woman looked light skinned She didn't speak English very well I should have done someting I should have realized I should have paid attention I should have been awake He told her he was looking for work as a dishwasher As a dishwasher As a...dishwasher I didn't really get a good look at him He looked like a dishwasher I believed him But, now I think he was lying I think he took something She seemed real nervous I should have done something I didn't know I wish I had done something I didn't know Is she all right? Do you think he...? Did she identify him? If she's dead now, how did you get my name? I don't know any dishwashers No, I never was in Vietnam She definitely wasn't Vietnamese Is she dead? Do you think he...? He looked late 30's I think he stole something Do you think he killed her? He looked late 30's, maybe mid 30's Tall, maybe 6 feet I saw him in the Guatemalan clothing place He was thin and hungry They sold jewelry there too I noticed some bracelets with Sanskrit writing on them I think the woman behind the counter Looked like she was Indian Not American Indian, Indian Indian She had a weird smile on her face as I walked in I was looking at the bracelets He said he was looking for work Said "I applied for work as a dishwasher As a dishwasher As a dishwasher As a dishwasher" |
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| 11. |
| 2:22 |
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Somehow we drifted off too far
Communicate like distant stars Splintered voices down the phone The sunlit dust, the smell of roses drifts, oh no Someone waits behind the door Hiroshima Mon Amour Riding inter-city trains Dressed in European gray Riding out to echo beach A million memories in the trees and sands, oh no How can I ever let them go? Hiroshima Mon Amour Meet beneath the autumn lake Where only echoes penetrate Walk through Polaroids of the past Future's fused like shattered glass, the sun's so low Turns our silhouettes to gold Hiroshima Mon Amour |
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| 12. |
| 2:50 |
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to live here now
lying down living as one of the bloodless having been down with bloodletting having let all of the blood out having been bled dry by leeches having let leeches bloodlet you lying lifeless and bloodless you lie as you live without life lying lifeless and bloodless living lifelessly bloodlessly bleeding without bloodshed all blood having been shed the shower of leeches that sucked you dry the shower of blood that cleanses and dies dyes you red dyeing red lying dead lying bled shedding bloodletting shining in red said the lecherous leech lead bleed feed the red anger drown in the shower bathe in the blender the sender-receiver of life that you lie; that you dye as you bleed as you flee like a leech unleashed released deceased insist refuse resist transfuse ooze snooze dream awaken get the lead out, let the blood out x8 |
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| 13. |
| 3:43 |
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A narrative framework
Another break with illusion A cognitive fallacy Imaginary reality These are all lies These are all lies Nocturnal emission Fraternal incision Internal submission Eternal division All of this fakery Artifice, trickery Phoniness, fakery Artificial, artificial Taking it easy This could be all there is Taking it easy Maybe it comes too soon May never happen again Saying it's all for nothing May never get there again May never happen again Typical, typical Typographical hypodermic Demographic epilogues Illogical dialogues Biological monologue Obsolete novelty Original replicas Typical typical These are all lies |
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| 2:19 |
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Lately, I've seen red
I've tasted blood I've killed with words I've wished and hoped and Swam through a river of snot Twice as wide as the mighty Mississippi But I wanna know About the commercial I saw on TV An Irish guy Walking through a field of green Whistling one of those Irish jigs And a woman walks up and says, "Manly yes, but I like it too." Then the guy pulls out a huge knife And cuts off his first two fingers And somehow catches them In what's left of his left hand And hands them to the woman Did I mention they're both dressed in green? Then they both sing this song together "Are ya icky? Are ya sticky? Are ya hot as anything? Hey cut off two of your fingers And stab yourself in the eye!" Then he stabs himself in the eye And hands her the knife And she stabs herself in the eye Okay? okay? so what about that? Then they join arms And do this Irish folk dance While taking turns dismembering each other This was a commercial for deodorant, I think Or soap or something So now all the body parts Are lying in a heap But the heads are still singing "Are ya icky? Are ya sticky? Are ya hot as anything? Hey! get away from summer And cut off all your limbs!" Then all of the body parts Start hopping and bopping around Like little bunny rats Then they jump into the mouths of the singing heads But then they just slip right back out Through the severed necks and keep bopping about It's very beautiful music that's playing There's an Irish flute And a mandolin, I think And the background singers sound Just like the Clancy brothers It's really a wonderful commercial Spectacular It must've cost a fortune to make The kind of commercial you'd see During the Super Bowl, maybe Where the advertising time costs A million dollars a half a minute Wow, imagine that A million dollars for a half a minute! Anyway, by the end of it It looks like the two of them Have been through a juicer Or a food processor Or a blender or something It's just a pink puree of blood, bone and flesh in a big bucket But it's still singing somehow "Are ya icky? Are ya sticky? Are ya hot as anything? Hey! Blend yourself, process yourself Become a glass of animal juice!" "Haven't you had enough Of fruit juices and vegetable juices? Next time company comes over Offer them a cool refreshing glass of yourself! Give of yourself Stop being such a selfish piece of snot Okay? Okay? Okay!" "And now, back to our program." |
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| 1:40 |
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| 4:49 |
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My body's been altared
Drawn and quartered A shower-the shower saved me Saved me cut me bled me Dead me, I would've been Like as if it could've been Oh, it never should've been But why, I don't know On the darkness, of the depth And the blood and the body Oh so badly shaken up Like nothing I ever And never you know I cannot, I can't Just give me some water to drown myself clean Like I never have been But I am I cared and I stared And I melted and cracked And I never felt stronger than this I swear If I could I would blaspheme my way to you Just give me the courage and the glossary Let me turn my own words against me And perish in the process Let my obsolescence blossom and propagate Until every inkling of me passes away Passes along, passes on |
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| 0:58 |
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I don't know why
I'm always inclined To end on a happy note Though the point may be mute Like a ten year old boy With his throat And his dreams Ripped out by wolves |
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