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This is a story, some kind of a story
this is a story about about a boy and girl, a girl and a boy, a boy. ( ), only fighting. that some boy in the dark while he held joan of arc inverted crystal mountain kind of a story. this is a story man, about the serifs and ciphers that the scholars deciphered translations of sanskrit just as my handwritten story. this is a story where the singers begin to appear in the spaces between all the dashes and braces in the mothbitten story - of getting left behind. this is a story some kind of a story. with the pages distressed sins you held to your chest, they were mangled and dog eared, while the rest were just mangy and gory. this is a story about the memory of water translating the sound of the traffic. remember the traffic? it's making you carsick all along southfield freeway. and translating mistakes and the trees and the stake and the trees for the woods and the sound of the trash for the sound of the blowing leaves along the southfield freeway. my name is a blackbird, (breast is a) two tone. feathers are warm in molasses, twisting the words from the silence to gases. now i don't have worry (of making it) it's so unclear. am i dead or am i dying or am i simply tired of crying? my name is a blackbird, (breast is a) two tone. feathers are warm in molasses, twisting the words from the silence to gases. now i don't have worry (of making it) it's so unclear. am i dead or am i dying or am i simply tired of crying? my name is a blackbird. |
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| 4:48 |
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You were right
There was never reason to worry Money made your eyesight all blurry Making lists of pacifists Recalcitrant poses Can't you see how dangerous The one you chose is Which brings us back to Might makes right So we learn from Wars of the Roses Pain was only fear kneading your toeses Making haste to spite your face to cut off your noses Convince yourself and others that these Fish smell like roses Can't you see how dangerous When you're too content to make a fuss Can't you see how dangerous Squint your eyes and see Elephants, sycophants, elephants Squint your ears and hear red-faced rants Pleated pants Sycophants That's what you are Can't you see how dangerous When you're too content to make a fuss |
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| 3. |
| 3:43 |
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I knew this one girl
Drowned in her own curls Candy colored swirls That never seemed to end I could not comprehend Half what she said to me So casually All our tender ears would bend Tales of ritual self-torture She's making you abort your Most carefully laid plans To make a final stand The rest threw up their hands Scoreless victory for serendipity Tales of ritual sef-torture She's making you abort your Most carefully laid plans TO make a final stand The rest threw up their hands In scoreless victory for serendipity |
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| 4. |
| 3:55 |
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This isn't your song
This isn't your music How can they be wrong When by committee they choose it all? They choose it all Chin chin Chin chin You're gonna grow old You're gonna grow cold Bearing signs on the avenue For your own personal Waterloo You're bearing signs on the avenue For your own personal Waterloo now We'll fight we'll fight We'll fight for your music halls And dying cities They'll fight they'll fight They'll fight for your neural walls And plasticities And precious territory This isn't our song This isn't even a musical I think life is too long To be a whale in a cubicle Nails under your cuticle Chin chin You're gonna grow old You're gonna grow so cold Before this song can deliver you You're bearing signs on the avenue You're bearing signs For your own personal Waterloo now We'll fight we'll fight We'll fight for your music halls And dying cities They'll fight they'll fight They'll fight for your neural walls And plasticities And precious territory to mooonn6pence from papayeverte |
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| 5. |
| 3:45 |
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Bored holes through our tongues
So sing a song about it Held our breath for too long ‘Til we're half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong And you can blame us for it Turn a clamp on our thumbs We'll sew a doll about it And tell us all about it How ‘bout some credit now Where credit is due For the damage that we've done? Wrought upon ourselves and others With a slow and vicious gun And although pratfalls can be fun Encores can be fatal And then I hear you say "Thank God it's fatal Not shy Not shy of fatal Thank God." Wait just a second now It's not all that bad Don't you count out the sun. You're making mountains of handkerchiefs Where the mascara always runs So be careful when you're done You're bound to get post-nasal What, did I just hear you say? "Thank God it's fatal." We don't want to hear the sound of a door And we don't want to read the signs that you bore You know, the kind of sign you hang on the door Saying, "we'll be back"- what a crack Now don't you think we might have heard that before? Bored holes through our tongues So sing a song about it Held our breath for too long ‘Til we're half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong And you can blame us for it Turn a clamp on our thumbs We'll sew a doll about it |
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| 2:48 | 
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| 7. |
| 5:07 |
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Reuben, Reuben, I've been thinking
Said his wifey dear Now that all is peaceful and calm The boys will soon be back on the farm Mister Reuben started winking and slowly rubbed his chin He pulled his chair up close to mother And he asked her with a grin Chorus (sung twice after each verse): How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm After they've seen Paree' How ya gonna keep 'em away from Broadway Jazzin around and paintin' the town How ya gonna keep 'em away from harm, that's a mystery They'll never want to see a rake or plow And who the deuce can parleyvous a cow? How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm After they've seen Paree' Rueben, Rueben, you're mistaken Said his wifey dear Once a farmer, always a jay And farmers always stick to the hay Mother Reuben, I'm not fakin Tho you may think it strange But wine and women play the mischief With a boy who's loose with change Chorus (sung twice after each verse): How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm After they've seen Paree' How ya gonna keep 'em away from Broadway Jazzin around and paintin' the town How ya gonna keep 'em away from harm, that's a mystery Imagine Reuben when he meets his Pa He'll pinch his cheek and holler "OO-LA-LA! How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm After they've seen Paree'? |
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| 4:50 |
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Oh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms
Please do not treat me like a stranger. Our Father would not like the way that you act And you must realize the danger. Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you And one deserving of affection? And is our purpose not the same on this earth, To love and follow His direction? We grew up together From the cradle to the grave Died and reborn And then mysteriously saved, Oh, sister... Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door, Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow. Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore You may not see me tomorrow. |
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