Soul Coughing

Lifting me up like a garage door
I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on
I know you Lord are a jealous lord
I know the tablet is your competition
And I need for you to be reasonable
How much?
She said for three hundred dollars
I'll do it
Beating me down just like a rain storm
I need to feel it when the rain starts coming on
I know the skin is a jealous skin
I know the sky it is its competition

Lifting me up like a garage door
I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on
I know you Lord are a jealous lord
I know the tablet is your competition
And I need for you to be reasonable
How much?
She said for three hundred dollars
I'll do it
Beating me down just like a rain storm
I need to feel it when the rain starts coming on
I know the skin is a jealous skin
I know the sky it is its competition

Her knees thrust in one direction
like a symbol of math, a symbol meaning Greater Than

I come recommended by four out of five
I'm a factor in the whole plan

Four and five therefore nine
Nine and nine therefore eighteen
Eighteen and eighteen therefore thirty-six
Four and five therefore nine

Sometimes
I was
drifting on a
coffee buzz

Quantify my
luck I need a
mercy fuck

You crowd me out.
You crowd me out.

posted by DJ Freak

Blame
Is the cure
Cure anything
Throw the rudder down
Throw the rudder down
Broad
Latitude
Broad latitude
Throw the rudder down
Throw the rudder down

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

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

As for my single self I had as lief not be as live to be in awe of such a thing as I myself.

As for my own concern I had as think to think as keep on thinking not so hard as for the brain to burn.

And at the salad bar a man he stares into the croutons hypnotized by powers of the Bac-O-Bits.

And I expose myself to stimuli unfit for people outside the controls of an experiment.

Get on to the bus that's gonna take you back to Beelzebub...
Get on to the bus that's gonna make you stop going rub-a-dub...

Your words burn the air like the names of candy bars.
Your mouth is cold and red, all in rings around your laugh, laughing laughs...
And it's a grind-grind, it's a grind, it's a grind-grind...

Get on to the bus that's gonna take you back to Beelzebub...
Get on to the bus that's gonna make you stop going rub-a-dub...

I'll scratch you raw, l'etat c'est moi,
I drink the drink, and I'm wall-to-wall.
I absorb trust like a love rhombus,
I feel I must elucidate, I ate the chump with guile.
Quadrilateral I was, now I warp like a smile.

Yellow no. 5, yellow no. 5, yellow no. 5...

Voulez-vous the bus?
Voulez-vous the bus that's gonna take you back to Beelzebub...
Voulez-vous the bus that's gonna make you stop going rub-a-dub...
And it's a grind-grind, it's a grind, it's a grind-grind...

Yellow no. 5, yellow no. 5, yellow no. 5...

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.

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.

When you were languishing in rooms I built to foul you in
And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in

I don't need to walk around in circles

When the ghostly dust of violence traces everything
And when the gas runs out just wreck it, you insured the thing

But I can't sigh now that you made the move
It has gone and gone to dogs, lay down on the floor
For the right price I can get everything
Slip into the car, go driving to the farthest star

When you were languishing in rooms I built to foul you in
And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in

I don't need to walk around in circles

When the ghostly dust of violence traces everything
And when the gas runs out just wreck it, you insured the thing

But I can't sigh now that you made the move
It has gone and gone to dogs, lay down on the floor
For the right price I can get everything
Slip into the car, go driving to the farthest star

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.

Mid-level manager
Says he heard about
Some mulatto girl
Shot him in the mouth

And left him a hotel
Near the mid-south offices
He worked in distribution,
Regional vice-president

Collapse, unload it, pop! pop!
I must accumulate, unload it,
Pop! Pop! I must accumulate

Well the soil is rich
Competition fat
Ripe and vulnerable
Oozing from the slats

And too cash-heavy, bloated
Sitting there all puckered up
Index of numbers is
Scrolling upscreen, scrolling up

Smash it down to digits
Gut it out and break it down
Liquid assets are
Seeping down, seeping down now
Seeping down, seeping down now.

posted by DJ Freak

Mid-level manager
Says he heard about
Some mulatto girl
Shot him in the mouth

And left him a hotel
Near the mid-south offices
He worked in distribution,
Regional vice-president

Collapse, unload it, pop! pop!
I must accumulate, unload it,
Pop! Pop! I must accumulate

Well the soil is rich
Competition fat
Ripe and vulnerable
Oozing from the slats

And too cash-heavy, bloated
Sitting there all puckered up
Index of numbers is
Scrolling upscreen, scrolling up

Smash it down to digits
Gut it out and break it down
Liquid assets are
Seeping down, seeping down now
Seeping down, seeping down now.

posted by DJ Freak

The Goat chewed up
Once a tin can
The Goat shat out
was a Ford Sedan

Like an eyeball
Like a square cut
Like a funny car
Like a monster truck

Call up bop and I'm bunting stomach
Koko mop I chop chunking plummet
Thud on top, I ate the Chocodile

And ever since then, I got disseminated
The Jupiter Moon, I got disseminated
The Average Man, I got disseminated
It's a self-fulfilling prophecy

Toots Hibbert
At the wrong prom
Serves a beat down
On a tom tom

Like Genius
Like Dervin
Like Joseph
Like Jason.

posted by DJ Freak

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

Shooed out like a house fly
This house was half my mind
I don't dispute the doubts you've outlined
But it's my right to waste your time

These things
May come to be
and these things
won't kill me
and these things
it stands to reason
these things
please tell me

throw out the la-la by the busload
Match the photo to the description
I do indeed and shall continue
Dispatch the shiftless man to points beyond

and spieling
so ceaselessly
is my grief
please spare me
your feelings
the spattering
it bores me
don't test me

and half-masted
bass boosted
sling-backed
fully retractable

Burned in on the 8th of May
She was spectacular
I walk the halfmoon by the busstop
sliding cross the street to her

I met a girl on roller skates
Ahe had a spare bag,
she had lost some weight
Where I used to work,
she was a waitress
She proposed a trade,
it was generous

She's gone to Houston,
feel like I'm floating in a warm sea
And if she finds out when she comes back,
I know that she wil leave me

Oh I heard a sign, it was a dull crack
It was a clock hand,
It was snapping back
Oh it wasn't her's,
it was the dope's kiss
I'll take the blame upon my shoulder,
I just love to feel like this

Roller Boogie, motherfucker

Is you am a dog?
Is you got a dog?
Is you am a dog?
Hold closed the jaw.

How many cans must I stack up
To wash you out of my mind,
Out of my consciousness?
How many times must I cash out
To bring you back the check, fat
Off of my slenderness?

She says

Is you am a dog?
Is you got a dog?
Is you am a dog?
Hold closed the jaw.
How many cans must I stack up
To wash you out of my mind,
Out of my consciousness?
How many times must I cash out
To bring you back the check, fat
Off of my slenderness?
She says

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

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,

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,

When all the limbs are numb and clean,
And you're in transit, dream-to-dream,
I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones.

When all the world has lain and sank,
And money sleeps inside the banks,
I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones.

Cameraman sways to remember how the eye dances,
Drunkenness is a hand-held scrambling down Delancey.
I come stumbling; well, I hear you had to take a shine,
And firing at random, I hear the rays fell upon mine.

Cool you, Miss Amaze, with a handful of water.
Trucks encircling, bearing down, coming louder.
If I could stay here, under your idle caress,
And not exit to the world and phoniness and people.

When all the noise has left your head,
Will someday you rise off the bed?
I'll be there to lift you, lazybones.

When all the limbs are numb and clean,
and you're in transit, dream to dream,
I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones.

When all the world has lain and sank,
and money sleeps inside the banks,
I'll drift there to meet you, layzbones.

Cameraman sways to remember how the eye dances,
drunkenness is a hand-held
scrambling down Delancey
I come stumbling;
well I hear you had to take a shine
and firing at random, I hear the rays fell upon mine.

Cool you, Miss Amaze, with a handful of water
trucks encircling, bearing down, coming louder.
If I could stay here, under your idle caress
and not exit to the world and phoniness and people.

When all the noise has left your head
will someday you rise off the bed?
I'll be there to lift you, lazybones.

Dumb bah did du dumb

I need time to scrounge the rent,
need time to contemplate the accident
I got to drag my ass to now,
how did I come to stop here?
And oh I knew the gas was gone
but I had to rev the motor
Pull back the hand you might get it cut off in the rotor

Maybe I'll come down

She's on Laureate's turf,
she's on Laureate's side
She's in a better state,
she feels a better fire
And oh I dreamed a great parade,
shooting all the guns in Brooklyn
The man who had a spare held out two
and then you and then you took one

Freeze or burn, all else is only icing

His eyes go funny, you can't place why.
All dolled up in bellhop drag.

It is like a burden to the beat,
to the long gone.

I was once misinformed about your intentions.

Were you right to burn the rock star?
Were you right to drop the roster?

One dollar bill, one dollar bill.
Nah nah nah.

Stop hitching the monster man
It was a bad plan,
but I had to get to town
Unbitten,
but the way I found it was a hand came down
And pow,
I got illuminated

That's why I have got my mind in my own

Hand over the wave,
hand over the water,
the realest of the real
It's like the burnout said - phenomenon

To the ruder bar in a Buddha plump van
It was a stamped can,
it was a clamor
Understanding,
and all you people jumping but we raised the bar
You're dumber than a box of rocks
Give up, star

The inscrutable,
the irrefutable,
the illegible,
the indisputable
The undisputed

Makes me go on a dig

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.

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.

A murder of lawyers in overcoats.
A murder of lawyers in overcoats.
A murder of lawyers in overcoats, shoulders up, heads slung low,
looking like a swarm of M's swarming the crosswalk. Looking up at a
window on the forty-fourth floor. Blueeyed Jew Mystic from a rhythm
section, his hands cupped around the dignified hijiki of human speech.
Muslim baritones idle with their hands down.
And the gat that fattens your jacket pocket
Plugs slugs in vain
Through the body of the immaterial witness.
And that which is Ugly and feeds on The Law comes into the conference
room singing federal jargon. Their necks are covered in chocolatey
growths. Spat up an eyeful of steam in the lumber yard parking lot.
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork.
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork.
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork.

A murder of lawyers in overcoats.
A murder of lawyers in overcoats.
A murder of lawyers in overcoats, shoulders up, heads slung low,
looking like a swarm of M's swarming the crosswalk. Looking up at a
window on the forty-fourth floor. Blueeyed Jew Mystic from a rhythm
section, his hands cupped around the dignified hijiki of human speech.
Muslim baritones idle with their hands down.
And the gat that fattens your jacket pocket
Plugs slugs in vain
Through the body of the immaterial witness.
And that which is Ugly and feeds on The Law comes into the conference
room singing federal jargon. Their necks are covered in chocolatey
growths. Spat up an eyeful of steam in the lumber yard parking lot.
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork.
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork.
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork.

Oh pride is not a sin,
And that's why I have gone on down to Wal-Mart
With my checkbook to get you some.

Like waves in which you drown me, shouting

I knoe you must've realized by now

And by the lawnchairs there
Next to the racks of guns
Your self esteem is waiting
Canned up in alluminum

I'm rolling.........
I've gotta get a new balm
I've gotta get a tight tension on
I've got to slip it up until the rush gets gone
I've got to feel it with the hot mind on
I'm rolling
Hey Norman was it thrown with a broken arm?
Bottle it up, to keep it warm
I'm rolling
I know you got it but you got to go
I'm gonna get into the batter so the mix might glow
I hate to do it, but I did it though
I'm gonna bite into the body like the risk is no risk
I got the souped up car and what you call tripping on the boom bap etymological
I ride the fader and I ride it low
I'm gonna slip into the field like Han Solo
I'm rolling
One two into the amplifier, the electrified two
Into the amplifier, and you got to get to
Into the amplifier, one two into the amplifier
I'm rolling

I'm rolling.........
I've gotta get a new balm
I've gotta get a tight tension on
I've got to slip it up until the rush gets gone
I've got to feel it with the hot mind on
I'm rolling
Hey Norman was it thrown with a broken arm?
Bottle it up, to keep it warm
I'm rolling
I know you got it but you got to go
I'm gonna get into the batter so the mix might glow
I hate to do it, but I did it though
I'm gonna bite into the body like the risk is no risk
I got the souped up car and what you call tripping on the boom bap etymological
I ride the fader and I ride it low
I'm gonna slip into the field like Han Solo
I'm rolling
One two into the amplifier, the electrified two
Into the amplifier, and you got to get to
Into the amplifier, one two into the amplifier
I'm rolling

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.

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-a

I don't mind the worry following me like a dinosaur
I don't fear I am descending into the molten core
So far, I have not found the science
But the numbers keep on circling me

I'm gonna give you most of mine
I'm gonna give it if I don't slip you

The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun,
I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk.
Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and
Watch the water roll down.

Phantom kisses buzzing like the insects.
Beads of sweat dripping down on the rent check.
My Candyland melted down to syrup while I
Watched the water roll down.

And here comes the lust in phaze,
but you're down in Marietta.
So sweet my mouth was seared,
But the words you mouthed were sweeter.

My Sister,
Your words can be held against you in a court of law.
My Sister,
You owe no allegiance to the facts, yeah,
Talking like the saint on the site of the accident.
Talking like the clause in the lease about the late rent.
Ringing like the random call patched to the payphone.
Talking like the water rolls down.

And here comes the lust in phaze,
but you're down in Marietta.
So sweet my mouth was seared,
But the words you mouthed were sweeter.

Talking like the saint on the site of the accident.
Talking like the botched shot, attempt on the President.
Ringing like the change in the legless man's Dixie Cup.
Talking like the water rolls down.

Day Undone,
Day Undone,
Day Undone,
Watch the water roll down.

Easy places to get away to.
Easy limbs languid all around you.
All my time is
Dirt on your hands.
Fingers drifting
Down my spine now.

Fall,
Fall,
Fall,
Fall,
Fall,
Fall.

Soundtrack to Mary.

Many minds wandering from room to room.
Many trees slain just to write it to you.
Many rays blinding,
Almost drowning,
Keep this whole shine,
Locked in my room.

Throw back the noise, get another one.
Pour out the rum, I've been drunk enough.
I know the sound that you made and I
Can't seem to unremind myself.

I hope you feel better
later on.

Easy places to get away to.
Easy limbs languid all around you.
All my time is
Dirt on your hands.
Fingers drifting
Down my spine now.

Fall,
Fall,
Fall,
Fall,
Fall,
Fall.

Soundtrack to Mary.

Many minds wandering from room to room.
Many trees slain just to write it to you.
Many rays blinding,
Almost drowning,
Keep this whole shine,
Locked in my room.

Throw back the noise, get another one.
Pour out the rum, I've been drunk enough.
I know the sound that you made and I
Can't seem to unremind myself.

I hope you feel better
later on.

I stopped the thought before it's drip became insistent
I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it was missing
She's widely known the only maquereau that pays her taxes
I got to box her for the money, said it might end
Reeling and stubling, I've got to bump around a while

You don't use words like that, St. Louise is listening

You rang the eskimo to meet you at the station
Oh he's like milk to you half swedish and half asian
And your aphasia strikes a bargain with the barter yard
I got to box you for the money, said it might end
Reeling and stumbling, I've got to bump around a while
You don't use words like that, St. Louise is listening

I could be your babydoll, I could be your doll baby
I could be the things you want I could do it all for you

Let me get up on it, let me let me

I stopped the thought before it's drip became insistent
I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it was missing
She's widely known the only maquereau that pays her taxes
I got to box her for the money, said it might end
Reeling and stubling, I've got to bump around a while

You don't use words like that, St. Louise is listening

You rang the eskimo to meet you at the station
Oh he's like milk to you half swedish and half asian
And your aphasia strikes a bargain with the barter yard
I got to box you for the money, said it might end
Reeling and stumbling, I've got to bump around a while
You don't use words like that, St. Louise is listening

I could be your babydoll, I could be your doll baby
I could be the things you want I could do it all for you

Let me get up on it, let me let me

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

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

Move aside
and let the man go through.
Let the man go through.

If I stole
Somebody else's wave
To fly up.

If I rose
Up with the avenue
Behind me.

Some kind of verb.
Some kind of moving thing.
Something unseen.
Some hand is motioning
to rise, to rise, to rise.

Too fat, fat you must cut lean
You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine
Chump, change, and it's on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, Super bon bon

And by
The phone
I live
In fear
Sheer Chance
Will draw
You in
To here.

posted by DJ Freak

Move aside
and let the man go through.
Let the man go through.

If I stole
Somebody else's wave
To fly up.

If I rose
Up with the avenue
Behind me.

Some kind of verb.
Some kind of moving thing.
Something unseen.
Some hand is motioning
to rise, to rise, to rise.

Too fat, fat you must cut lean
You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine
Chump, change, and it's on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, Super bon bon

And by
The phone
I live
In fear
Sheer Chance
Will draw
You in
To here.

posted by DJ Freak

Move aside
and let the man go through.
Let the man go through.

If I stole
Somebody else's wave
To fly up.

If I rose
Up with the avenue
Behind me.

Some kind of verb.
Some kind of moving thing.
Something unseen.
Some hand is motioning
to rise, to rise, to rise.

Too fat, fat you must cut lean
You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine
Chump, change, and it's on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, Super bon bon

And by
The phone
I live
In fear
Sheer Chance
Will draw
You in
To here.

posted by DJ Freak

Move aside
and let the man go through.
Let the man go through.

If I stole
Somebody else's wave
To fly up.

If I rose
Up with the avenue
Behind me.

Some kind of verb.
Some kind of moving thing.
Something unseen.
Some hand is motioning
to rise, to rise, to rise.

Too fat, fat you must cut lean
You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine
Chump, change, and it's on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, Super bon bon

And by
The phone
I live
In fear
Sheer Chance
Will draw
You in
To here.

posted by DJ Freak

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

Theme From Rachel's Sitcom
[This Song's Background]

Rachel's on the phone
talking to her Mom
Just to wish her a happy Mother's Day

Rachel's on the couch
Suckin' on the bong
Just so she can call her Mom

Rachel's on the phone
talking to her Mom
"Hi, Mom, it's me, Rachel."

Everything is going up.
Everything is going as planned, yeah.
Everything moves along.
Everything is fine, fine, fine.

Oh I could be
Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering.
I could
Slip on the East River and crash into Queens all skittering.
I've seen the
Cops and the robbers, and I know they dance the same.
I've seen a
Half a zillion girls and haven't spoken to a single one of them.

Batting in the light,
My reptile-lidded eyes.
And all this strung end to end,
Is wider than the mind.

And this cool I've been playing I have been
Playing too long now my
Capacities are dwindling 'til they're
Gone Gone Gone.

Baby can I change my mind?
I just want to change my mind.

Everything is going up.
Everything is going as planned, yeah.
Everything moves along.
Everything is fine, fine, fine.

Oh I could be
Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering.
I could
Slip on the East River and crash into Queens all skittering.
I've seen the
Cops and the robbers, and I know they dance the same.
I've seen a
Half a zillion girls and haven't spoken to a single one of them.

Batting in the light,
My reptile-lidded eyes.
And all this strung end to end,
Is wider than the mind.

And this cool I've been playing I have been
Playing too long now my
Capacities are dwindling 'til they're
Gone Gone Gone.

Baby can I change my mind?
I just want to change my mind.

New York, New York
I won't go back
Indelible reminder of the steel I lack
I gave you seven years
What did you give me back?
A jaw-grind, disposistion to a panic attack

On this side the incumbent
And who quoth
There's only one everything
Red sucker mouth

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

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

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

Whoses song id that remembered at random serpentane
Foofetic coils emerging
Some other thought is thinking
This light stands above the houses on the ground
This illumination visited upon the whole land
Unmarked Helicopters hovering
The lord is coming soon
Here comes the supercopter
Here comes the noise it makes
The demon was an idea
The demon is awake
The scratch marks left across the surface of your mind
This hour is now upon us
The hour has now arrived
Unmarked Helicopters hovering
The lord is coming soon
Unmarked Helicopters hovering
They said it was a weather balloon
I know the truth
I know the whole shebang
I know the names of men they had to hang
I let her out the trunk
Heard what she said at them
They come drag her through the double-lens
It goes black black black and black and black all around
It goes black black black and black and black all around
Unmarked Helicopters hovering
The lord is coming soon
Unmarked Helicopters hovering
They said it was a weather balloon
It was a weather balloon
It was a weather balloon

Whoses song id that remembered at random serpentane
Foofetic coils emerging
Some other thought is thinking
This light stands above the houses on the ground
This illumination visited upon the whole land
Unmarked Helicopters hovering
The lord is coming soon
Here comes the supercopter
Here comes the noise it makes
The demon was an idea
The demon is awake
The scratch marks left across the surface of your mind
This hour is now upon us
The hour has now arrived
Unmarked Helicopters hovering
The lord is coming soon
Unmarked Helicopters hovering
They said it was a weather balloon
I know the truth
I know the whole shebang
I know the names of men they had to hang
I let her out the trunk
Heard what she said at them
They come drag her through the double-lens
It goes black black black and black and black all around
It goes black black black and black and black all around
Unmarked Helicopters hovering
The lord is coming soon
Unmarked Helicopters hovering
They said it was a weather balloon
It was a weather balloon
It was a weather balloon

Whose song is that remembered?
At random, surpenting
Throught fatty coils, emerging
some other thought it's thinking
this light
stands above the
houses
on the ground
this illumination
visited upon the whole land
unmarked helicopters
hovering
the lord is coming soon
here comes the super copter
here comes the noise it makes
the demon was an idea
the demon is awake
scratch mark traced across the
surface of your mind
this hour, now upon us
the hour, now arrived
unmarked helicopters
hovering
the lord is coming soon
unmarked helicopters
hovering
they said it was a weather balloon
but i know the truth
i know the whole shebang
i know the names of men they had to hang
i let her out the trunk
heard what she said at them
they've come to drag us through the double M
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
unmarked helicopters
hovering
the lord is coming soon
unmarked helicopters
hovering
they said it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon