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A man
drives a plane into the Chrysler building Saskatoon is in the room Poulsbo is in the room Bennetsville is in the room Palmyra is in the room Is Chicago Is not Chicago Is Chicago Is not Chicago A man cuts in half just like he snaps a pencil Khartoum is in the room Phnom Penh is in the room Pyongyang is in the room Cairo is in the room Is Chicago Is not Chicago Is Chicago Is not Chicago |
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| 2. |
| 3:56 |
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Normalize the signal and you're banging on freon
paleolithic eon put the fake goatee on and it booms as cool as sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he bombs Stack wax lie like a placemat won't lap or help you at the automat and it's clear and clean as sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he bombs Fossilize apostle and I comb it with a rake you can't escape you pull out the brake and it booms as cool as sugar free jazz |
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| 3. |
| 3:50 |
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The five percent Nation of corduroy.
The five percent Nation of Marlboro. The five percent Nation of pay-per-view. The five percent Nation of nipple clamps. The five percent Nation of Milton Bradley. The five percent Nation of Casiotone. The five percent Nation of Casiotone. 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80, 85, 90, 95, 100! The People's Republic of Lake Edna. The People's Republic of S.A.S.E. The People's Republic of lemony fresh. The People's Republic of chocolaty delicious. The People's Republic of lumps in my oatmeal. The People's Republic of Casiotone. The People's Republic of Casiotone. 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80, 85, 90, 95, 100! Yor, Yor, he's a man, he's a man. Yor, Yor, he's a man, he's a man. Everybody's movin' Everybody's movin' Everybody's movin', movin', movin', movin'... 1 2 3, 4 5 6, 7 8 9, 10 11 12. The five percent Nation of Harmful Free Radicals. The five percent Nation of Oxygen Cocktails. The five percent Nation of Casiotone. |
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| 4. |
| 4:12 |
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Blue eyed devil.
Blue eyed devil. Born to be a God among Salesmen. Working the skinny tie. Slugging down fruit juice. Extra tall extra wide. 33 degrees Six hundred and sixty six Dig digging it, come on. Moving door to door to door. Stoned motel room. Nice cool on the bathroom floor. King of Siam Get the trouble frying. Spoon to the lighter to the lighter to the gun Devil lapsed out in a pool of sun |
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| 6. |
| 5:00 |
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Signal got lost to the satellite
Got lost in the Rideup to the Plungedown; Man sends the ray of the electric light Sends the impulse Through the air Down to home And you can stand On the arms Of the Waynesburg Bridge Crying Hey man, well this is Babylon And you can fire out on a bus To the outside world Down to Louisiana You can take her with you I've seen the Rains of the real world Come forward on the plain I've seen the Kansas of your sweet little myth You've never seen it, no, I'm half sick on the drinks you mixed Through your True dreams Of Wichita Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks Push out dead air from a parking garage Where you stand with the keys and your cool hat of silence Where you grip her love like a driver's liscense I've seen you Fire up the gas in the engine valves I've seen your hand turn saintly on the radio dial I've seen the airwaves Pull your eyes towards heaven Outside Topeka in the phone lines Her good teeth smile was winding down Engine sputters ghosts out of gasoline fumes They say You had it, but you sold it You didn't want it, no I'm half drunk on babble you transmit Through your True dreams Of Wichita (freestyle verse) Punch it I got, uh, fed I got, uh, too much things on bounce, uh, my head I got to burn 'em up I got to burn 'em up now I got to go uptown, uptown I got a thing I got a little bit pushed got to stand on the corner and bellow for mush I got a bomb I got a baby bomb bomb got to stand on the corner and bellow for my frien |
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| 5:09 |
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exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers
jewels cleaving skin between breasts your cadillac reads 400 horses over blue lines you are going to Recida to make love to a model from Ohio whose real name you don't know you spin like the cadillac was overturning down a cliff on television and the radio is on and the radio man is speaking and the radio man says women were a curse so men built Paramount studios and men built Columbia studios and men built Los Angeles it is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles it is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles and the radio man says it is a beautiful night out there and the radio man says rock and roll lives and the radio man says it is a beautiful night out there in Los Angeles you live in Los Angeles and you are going to Recida we are all in some way or another going to Recida some day, to die and the radio man laughs because the radio man fucks a model too gone savage for teenagers with automatic weapons and boundless love gone savage for teenagers who are aesthetically pleasing, in other words, fly Los Angeles beckons the teenagers to come to her on buses Los Angeles loves love it is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles it is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles i am going to Los Angeles to build a screenplay about lovers who murder eachother i am going to Los Angeles to see my own name on a screen five feet long and luminous as the radio man says it is 5 a.m. and the sun has charred the other end of the world and come back to us and painted the smoke over our heads an imperial violet it is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles it is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles you are listening you are listening you are listening.... to Los Angeles. |
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Moon Sammy walks. Across the floor. Below the floor. There is a wall.
Behind the wall. There is a chair. Moon Sammy knows. The chair is there. But that's OK, that's OK, you can do thatif you're wound up, full of tension, incoherent. Your mouth is buttered with lies; you ask why, but you could call it enigmatic; all your thoughts about the chair are full of static. Automatically your mind goes down the stairwell to the chair; your body says Moon Sammy, can you come back? Strum it. Moon Sammy washes. In the sink. Below the sink. There is a drain. The drain goes straight. Into the sea. The sink itself. Is porcelain. Obsess yourself with causality. The information you hear is a loophole, technicality. Behind every object is a mathematic; an obscure substance infused with a kinetic force, energy, an obscure conscience shoots a gun at the feet the world dances. Babylon, mystery, mother of harlots, and all these abominations of the earth, that sits on many waters, drunk with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus. And I wondered with great admiration. |
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| 9. |
| 4:00 |
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Normalize the signal and you're banging on freon
paleolithic eon put the fake goatee on and it booms as cool as sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he bombs Stack wax lie like a placemat won't lap or help you at the automat and it's clear and clean as sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he bombs Fossilize apostle and I comb it with a rake you can't escape you pull out the brake and it booms as cool as sugar free jazz |
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| 10. |
| 4:39 |
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Three times dark, first in the mind.
Second on java street, the dead car there. The hood blown off with a bb gun. Manuela said she saw the brakes fail. Manuela said she saw the brakes fail. An empty body but it still bled Oil from the axle and it left a trail. Ran down java street and formed a pool. Manuela saw the moon in there. Manuela saw the moon in there. I hear a rumbling. I hear transmission grind. I bear witness. I have the clutch now. Three times dark, third on the rooftops; Man jumps between and grabs the rail. Man pulls the door but the door is locked. Man gouge the hinge and goes down the stairs. Man gouge the hinge and goes down the stairs. Dull bright morning and the tools are gone. Detectives with flashlights in the elevator shaft. Manuela tells detectives she saw him there. Stuck in the hinge is a sliver of a fingernail. Stuck in the hinge is a sliver of a fingernail. Stack of tools in the oldsmobile. From the motor city to the city of dis. They trace his travel by his credit card. No sleep, smokes, and he's nauseous. No sleep, smokes, and he's nauseous. Flicks an ash like a wild loose comma. Ash hits the oil around the pump. Travels to the pump and the pump explodes. Witness said he saw the car jump. Witness said he saw the car jump. |
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| 3:57 |
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Zoom zip and uh wake up, uh zoom zip
My eye like a noisegate the number 8 frustrate and I roll to the floor fruit to the fruit to the core of a spheroid embedded in my skull the round the zero the symbol of null and void and well I toyed with the concept of vitamin B-12 the synapse the synapse it feeds itself on a nutrient contained in sunlight the blink the lid the fight to snap open Moving up to the double M 2000 I eat up a decade like a flan your turn of the century turn it up turn it up clock seconds to the hour go and cash the millenium Um Um and it hums like a migraine to the brain in the time yet remaining but uh ah melancholy nonsense and I crack nouns brotherfuck the verb tense Recombination, then Viacom, Safeway |
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| 12. |
| 3:50 |
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You get the ankles
and I'll get the wrists. You get the ankles and I'll get the wrists. You get the ankles and I'll get the wrists. You come down to this. Nerves are up and the eyes all screwy Blood like a panful of boiling ratatouille My muscles in a mess like a mess of spaghetti Hack through the mess with a greased-up machete Hang from the axles of a box car Follow the dotted line Like a steer to Chicago But to the hooks of the Chicago man I get all tripped up my eyes turn to water rug burns from a shag rug struck dumb in the presence polyester burns from a jacket rub the skin thin break down in a diner then I paid the bill cashier toothpick stuck in the ground tiny lawnmower to mow me down I could get lost in a lunchbox lie low in the mittens in the lost and found |
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| 5:33 |
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Moon Sammy walks. Across the floor. Below the floor. There is a wall. Behind the wall. There is a chair. Moon Sammy knows. The chair is there. But that's OK, that's OK, you can do thatif you're wound up, full of tension, incoherent. Your mouth is buttered with lies; you ask why, but you could call it enigmatic; all your thoughts about the chair are full of static. Automatically your mind goes down the stairwell to the chair; your body says Moon Sammy, can you come back? Strum it. Moon Sammy washes. In the sink. Below the sink. There is a drain. The drain goes straight. Into the sea. The sink itself. Is porcelain. Obsess yourself with causality. The information you hear is a loophole, technicality. Behind every object is a mathematic; an obscure substance infused with a kinetic force, energy, an obscure conscience shoots a gun at the feet the world dances. Babylon, mystery, mother of harlots, and all these abominations of the earth, that sits on many waters, drunk with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus. And I wondered with great admiration. |
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| 4:58 |
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Janine, I drink you up,
Janine, I drink you up, Janine, Janine, I sing, If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh huh, Varick Street and I drove South, With my hands on the wheel and your taste in my mouth, Janine, Jesus to my left, the Holland Tunnel on my right, Angels shine down from the traffic light, Janine, I fell asleep by the blue light of Live at Five, And as I drifted off, I heard Al Roker say to me: Dial one nine hundred, Four Jay Ay En Eye En Ee, Slap myself to waking but now it's too late, Cause I spelled your name out on my licence plate, Janine, |
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