1. |
Erogenous Zones
02:45
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Erogenous Zones
me and my friends
fingers and bones
finding the obvious
we won't even talk about it
till way down the road
in a room when we're hiding away from some stupid party
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2. |
Candysweet
03:05
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Tie my jacket around my waist
kiss my boss on the lips
i don't need to explain myself
kick my boss down the steps
Suck away at a candysweet
between the wind and the flesh
when they're spooked they all sing like birds
and I couldn't care less
When I go out with the boys
i like to dress up a bit
i get the talk of the town in me
the 9-5 in my hips
i got a bone to pick
i can't believe this is it
it is just is what it is
it is just is what it is
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3. |
Talk of the Town
02:26
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Now I excuse myself
from everything that don't knock me out
what don't drink my soul when it kiss my mouth
gotta fly like the talk of the town
I hug my knees and sway
swing scissors singing I've snipped myself away
I have become indistinct
shit on form shit in your sink
sink don't knock me out
gut says we gotta fly like the talk of the town
Hey yall in my veins
Ima let you out next sunny day
bedroom's in my brain
its everywhere I go
its even where I ain't
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4. |
Worldsick Worms
01:52
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Shot a crooked bird
pigeon kickin teenage punkass
brained with a whip-butt
fuck the World Anxiety Worm
worldsick every night
gonna kill these goddamn worms for the final time
hit em with a pillow size pill in their goddamn eyes
goddamn anxiety eyes
Wormy knows just how I like to unwind
Sicksick every night
Sicksick every night
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5. |
Jizo-Cry
02:35
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6. |
Hot Air Laboon
02:57
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I'm a chemist. Son of an Alchemist.
Grandson or something who gives a shit
And I'm the expert
of this hole inside of me and how to fill it
feed it, more like
keep it breathing
breath increasing
hot air balloon slowly reaching
taking a breath of fresh air
take the youngen fishing
Ain't this something, Bill?
We're really laughing now.
Ha ha! Veer left matey we're never coming down!
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7. |
Jiggle it Out
01:59
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8. |
River's Edge
01:44
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And then you just wake up
and keep on going, man
right where you left off
and all these artificial separations
between day and night
night and day
yes and no
did it and didn't do it...
they just burn away, man
they dry off and flicker away
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9. |
Jet Boy, Jet Girl
03:36
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10. |
The Plains of Tokyo
03:47
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A subway stalled
while they picked up skull
and dropped the bits with a clink in a bag of bottles
inside the faces stayed like marble
A robo bird
like voice chirped words
that passed at all ears and buzzed right for the turds
and I missed my stop when a pop gave the heard a startle
A broken sink
bathed in its own drink
clear as invisible ink
and I wiped my hands on my pants like a martyr
Oh Jeez
I could make quite a scene if I pleased
and the nurses would handle me sweetly
maniacal gleam
streamers of saline
sailing behind me
Oh man
Now your boy's got a brick in his hand
playing pretend wearing all black
i like to be bad
between the kid and the rad
is the gap that i'm giggling from
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11. |
The Ol' Ghosts at Home
04:07
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All of these ghosts
in a constellation
suspended above that little town
i ran away from
I ran away yo-yo'ing
whistling myself into a little knot
I'm Beethoven
I need to find myself and I can't find a goddamn thing unless i get this hate flowing
from the outside world
the real wide world of city slicks and leather hands
i got my leather strangling
my little self
cuz i couldn't grip the space between
me and he and his hopes and dreams
where the sizzling possibilities
make a theater that i can see
but he doesn't get that right or privacy
and the whole thing makes a body sour
I'm a nature show, man
Omniscient non-intervention
when it comes to looking back and meddling
i'll let that bunny get ripped apart every time
or else i gotta look away
and never return to that side of the state
let it fester and rot inside my brain
maybe try to isolate it
with rigid walls and timed sprinklers
so it can't sneak in and sleep at night
on the park benches of my present life
cuz can't you see, baby?
i'm trying to make something of myself
baby
these ghosts are wasted on me
stay on your part of the bed
these ghosts are wasted on me
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12. |
It's Nothing to Me
03:42
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Look, no hands
Here's a mink that skins herself
if you just tighten the bolt a little
Or better yet give the kid downstairs a Ritalin and he'll do it
Put it right where the quarters go and pennies went
And look he nibbles on his own tiny wooden hands
Gnaws, really
Man he's really going at it good
Just can't get em short enough
nifty little poem he's writing
about what other than himself
a real John Henry this one, huh?
(we do encourage free expression)
And that machine regurgitates and eats that coin indefinitely
its a neat one
that's why we keep it here in back where some imagine people go to do their scheming
So sayeth a sarcastic bite at windchill from a sneering rider
so high above the thumbsucks and other cannibals
they're just neurotic
screaming past our perfect lab
some whining, some in silence
unbending on denying that they've all been one performance piece
"The Orally Examined Life"
displayed at every coordinate
and recently a contest, too:
who can best renounce the project
hide the stage lights, leave them open...
Also it's a nature show
in which something flows up to a barricade and bumps its head
lines are drawn, and little subjects frustrate into existence
coagulate, until they have enough cells to tear at some of them
make themselves a character in every one of their poems
and pose the poems for nature photos
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13. |
In Front of the Fellas
02:38
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Hollywood still breaks my heart
and she can use my heartache whenever she wants
put it in your shades when you feel like a star or something
Hollywood plays herself
and she plays with me in your mind when you're feeling swell
Hollywood plays herself
and i'll play with me till the dogs come home with long shadows
Hollywood plays herself
and she plays you up to be the man of my dreams and I'll play along
Hollywood treat yourself
like I treat me i treat me i treat myself
play along with the girl of your dreams, yeah treat yourself
life could be a dream, sh-boom
life could be a dream
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