1. |
Platonic
02:46
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Platonic
Two god-like freaks of nature
Bodies clad in scales and fun fur
Couch-bound, embalmed in leather
Beneath the hair that sticks together
Well it's ironic, she said, she said
This gin's the tonic, kick back, kick back
I know you want it, so bad, so bad
But my love's platonic
Their beaks moved fast and frantic
Overwhelmed but not romantic
It's not the chastity belt that will save them
When they swallow their scales and clothespins
Well it's ironic, she said, she said
This gin's the tonic, kick back, kick back
I know you want it, so bad, so bad
But my love's platonic
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2. |
The Falls
02:14
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The Falls (Jim English, July 2009)
...down by the falls
a woman i know lives
in the shade of a low
slung branch and balcony
she smoke her smoke
honestly
and then she shares
her smoke with me
it makes my eyes sting
and then she sees
and so she turns
and says to me
i see the look you gave to me
i saw the look you gave to me
see saw away
just don't judge me
so i see saw
silently
between the walls
the trees
the sea
above the sky
the sum of me
the front
the back end
i saw see
the sum of me
the sum of thee
these are the people in the falls
these are the people in the falls
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3. |
Get Over It
00:15
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It doesn't change a thing
Those things you said about me
I can get over that
If you get over
Not loving me
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4. |
He's Got No Bowl
03:12
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He's Got No Bowl
Beverly, she lost herself so easily
She left there standing with the smoking gun
Finally she walks away so painfully
Planning it was everything, it's all the fun
Benedictine monks and Aristoxenus
Never get to see what their words become
Ritalin and Cigarettes and Ecstasy
He likes the buildup but he doesn't cum
And I never want to be the one who takes a second look
I know the secret of your hard-on for that goal
You've got you nose inside the ledger of the things you've took
But that's no different than the monk who's got no bowl
He checks the map one time for clarity
he tears it up as he turns it on
He checks a sign once more for certainty
You'd think his wife might wonder where he's gone
Then she hears some fumbling from the rectory
But she's too tire to see what's going on
Beverly, she freezes for eternity
The wife will find the bingo money's gone
And I never want to be the one who takes a second look
I know the secret of your hard-on for that goal
You've got you nose inside the ledger of the things you've took
But that's no different than the monk who's got no bowl
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5. |
Holy Moses
02:33
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I was taken by the driver's mouth
As she lets the passengers in and out
It must have been a singer's pout
Like Yoko Ono or Mother Mary
I took it back to the record shop
To find out who had owned it first
To tell them that I had their stuff
And that I'd spent it all on nothing
As I climbed on back into the bus
She gave me such a knowing look
That I gave it up there and then
Took a transfer and sat behind her
I whispered nothing to the air
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6. |
The A-Gleam Lighting Co.
01:59
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The A-Gleam Lighting Co.
(adapted from Bukowski, Charles. “Making Do” Slouching Towards Nirvana. New York: Harper Collins, 2006)
Once on this ball busting job
I asked the worker next to me
How do we know
We haven’t died and gone to hell?
He didn’t reply.
He thought I was crazy to imagine
we might have died and gone to hell
The foreman walked up behind me:
“Chinaski, what are you looking around for?”
“I want to know,
where I am, where I am.”
“You’re at the A-Gleam Lighting Company”
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7. |
A Woman Like You
02:19
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A Woman Like You
My, my, what just happened?
I was thinking just a fuck or two
Then you took me kicking and scratching
And I woke up in a hotel room
And now I get down on my knees
And I pray to god she’ll never
Leave me on my own
‘cause now I know just what it means
To be loved by a woman
As good as you
My weekends in the suburbs
Playing softball in an office league
My girl, she sleeps till Wednesday
Then I take the - kids to the pool
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8. |
Countries or Mafias
01:06
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Countries or/are mafias(?)
There's/that's one thing I know
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9. |
I Found You
02:33
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I Found You
I thought you
Would never come down
You never got be-hind me.
You never made a sound
I thought you
Would never get away
You never got high with me
You never made a sound
Your mama doesn't understand why
You never did the things I never did
And how can I just stand around and say
'I found you'?
Your daddy doesn't understand why
You never did the things I never did
But I found you
I found you
In the middle of the road
Lying on the white line
Cars all around
I picked you up
Dragged you to the curb
You told me I should give it up
Now I've learned
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10. |
Myth
02:40
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Myth
Imagine it, it's hard to do
When this pin-prick is found on you
To see her makes it hard to feel
To feel it makes her hard to see
Pounding temples, pacing floor boards
sitting, sweating, so you're getting up and
upset better keep the broken cup
Short tempered, not short enough
Bare fisted, not fisticuffs
You're angry, throwing awkward fits
So angry, you better keep up the myth
You're anxious, you nervous twit
Scratching, pulling at the stitch
The fever, it's in your lower back
The crinkle, it's in your filthy slacks
Pounding temples, pacing floor boards
sitting, sweating, so you're getting up and
upset better keep the broken cup
Short tempered, not short enough
Bare fisted, not fisticuffs
You're angry, throwing awkward fits
So angry, you better keep up the myth
You're nervous, you anxious twit
Scratching, pulling at the stitch
Pounding temples, pacing floor boards
Sitting, sweating, so you're getting up and
Upset better keep the broken cup
Short tempered, not short enough
Bare fisted, not fisticuffs
You're angry, throwing awkward fits
So angry, you better keep up the myth
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11. |
At Least I Think So
02:11
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At Least I Think So
My wife is upstairs sleeping
At least I think so
Unless she left while I was out
My son is upstairs sleeping
I can hear the radio
Two weeks ago I was receiving
Some other family's child's
Disembodied voice
His breathing sounds like mine
The cadence of the sigh
Mom and dad live across the town
At least I think so
Unless they moved while I was sleeping
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12. |
Skin and Bones
02:32
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I'm skin and bones
Breath in, breath out
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13. |
Surrender
04:08
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