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Mondo Witches
02:45
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When she puts on the purple makeup
That's when I know I need to wake up
And shake it up for her
There is a painting and a mirror
I told her I was very dear to it
She said steer clear of it, you unrepentant psycho
If you know what I know
You know which way the wind blows
Around and around
It hits the ground the moment I require it to come down
I’m always trying to be clever
How often am I? almost never
But like whatever
Here was a thought that was impressive
I lost the plot in private messages
And I’m still guessing it from who received the text
If you know what I know
You know which way the wind blows
Around and around
Never ending circles of a beauty so profound
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2. |
Things
01:44
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everywhere i look i see a thing, do a thing, got a thing
i see a hundred things a day and nothing’s ever gonna make me feel a thing
gotta grab a thing to go
i gotta go to a thing or i’m never gonna get a thing
everything about me is a thing you gotta know
but i don’t know a thing or give a shit regarding things you know
i didn’t get the thing you sent me cuz i’m reading all these things
and i think he’s got a thing for me it doesn’t mean a thing
i got a thing for this thing for this thing oh this thing
it’s gonna make me wanna sing
on this thing on this thing on this thing
and then i gotta do a thing
do this thing do this thing do this thing
have i had enough to drink
from this thing from this thing from this thing
really makes me wanna fling all my things from the thing i’m doing wrong
is there a thing i think about when i can think of nothing else
a little thing is in my head and won’t get out
and all around me are these little things i gotta think about
and all the time that i was thinking was a total waste of time
i could be doing other things i could be seeing lots of things
i could be walking round my neighborhood and stare at all the things i never noticed
cuz i was distracted by a little thing that’s on my nose
and all my things all my things all my things all my things
they kinda leave a little sting
on my thing on my thing on my thing
i wouldn’t care about a thing
not a thing not a thing not a thing
but then i’d be so boring
everything everything everything
sentimental ornamental paranormal fundamental
transcendental one-percent experimental things
little fingers try to grab them but they always slip away
those little accidental occidental paraventral things
little commonplace or water-based or intranasal things
everything that i can think of is a silly little thing
and the more i think about it all i think about are things
all the things
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And It's Gone
02:00
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Who said you could not enjoy yourself and it’s gone
Some old man said i was not allowed and he’s gone
Sad boys will be bad boys, bad girls will be happy
If there was some truth to this existence then it’s gone
Clinging to a romantic delusion and it’s gone
Purchase a new pair of something else and it’s gone
You can’t take it with you but you can remember
Then your brain betrays you and you totally forgot and it’s gone
We are always falling through the arbor vitae
Hitting every twig till every bone is broken
Body hits the earth no matter what and it’s gone
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Missiles In Your Eyes
02:29
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Who are you if you don’t have those missiles in your eyes?
Who are you if you don’t have those missiles in your eyes?
She’s so high that she saw apparitions in the dark
Who are you if you don’t have those missiles in your eyes?
Who are you if you don’t have those missiles in your eyes?
She’s so high that she saw constellations of a dog
And it spoke to her, called her name
She’s so high and in love, doesn’t matter what she does
All the animals call her name
All the aeroplanes call her name
All the satellites, call her name
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A List of All Her Kids
03:32
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A list of all her kids
The envy of her foes
The bane of her existence
The source of all her woes
The apples of her eye
The peaches of her cream
The list of all her kids
The ones that make her scream
But me, I am a man
The first one who didn't eat from her hand
Like I did back when I was a kid
She brings them out to eat
She leaves them in the snow
They have no place to be
They have nowhere to go
They haven’t got a clue
Their mom is all they know
A list of all her kids
She’ll never watch them grow
Like me, I am a man
The first one who didn't eat from her hand
Like he did, like when I was a kid
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When I met you, you were a pro wrestler, grasping sweaty boys for money in street fights. We would go out at night and knock on strangers’ doors, pretend to be swingers, give people the keys and see what they’d try to do. I feel so close to you when you’re far away.
A beautiful organ coming out of your mouth. Let’s submit ourselves to loving everyone else.
The circus is in town, and from deep down underground we remain in control. The literature tells me you want to be controlled, and I have to be in control. Just like those dreams of yours where you are not mine, and just like canaries in coal mines, trouble follows you. Behind every running ball is a rolling child. Last night you had my buddy Sean convinced he had a broken arm. You were in total control.
A beautiful sound is coming out of your mouth. Let’s submit ourselves to loving everyone else.
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Dog
00:29
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there’s the dog, better bring him inside
dog’s inside, gotta put him outside
dog’s outside, better bring him inside
dog’s inside, better let him outside
dog’s outside, should i put him inside?
dog’s inside, can i bring him inside?
dog’s outside, let me get him inside
dog’s inside, put the dog outside
dog’s outside he’s gotta go for a walk
dog’s on a walk and he’s goin’ for a walk
talk to the other dogs going for a walk
talk to the other people going for a walk
dog’s outside, better bring him inside
dog’s inside, can we let him outside
dog’s outside, we should call him inside
dog’s inside, put him outside
inside
outside
inside
outside
inside
dog
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8. |
Can You See the Future?
04:53
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Do not interrogate the sense of community that I’m just barely clinging onto at this point in my life. I don’t wanna be cultivated by a future world leader, or crushed by an armed rocker with radical ideas that will become the orthodoxy of tomorrow, by which time hopefully I will have conquered the entire world.
If I could only get the instinct that encourages verbosity surgically removed from my personality, then everything would fall right into place. I wouldn’t have to create complicated notations to send to the bassist, precise tunings and the theories of classical tonality that I can never unlearn even though they’ve ruined me.
Emotional neglect pervades the western intellect, and all its meteors rain down on all us, making me have to write it down to fit the words in my head, when I haven’t even had my sexual awakening yet. Love happened once before and it will never happen again if I can help it — if my reptilian soul can help it.
Do you feel as if someone is speaking through you?
Why do you try to create so much?
Does your home feel safe? Can you cry?
What is your alibi? What is your gender?
Can you see the future?
Why does a black curtain fall across the world when you have too much sugar?
And when you have too much gluten does it even matter?
Does anything matter when you are in pain?
When you look up do you still see outer space or do you see the cosmic brain?
Can you see the future?
You are a star!
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9. |
The Man from Uranus
02:58
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He was coming down the stairs of the house
On his tippy tippy toes like a little mouse
And when he was up he went back down
He would’ve gone outside but he did not want to drown
Oh he was a scientist, the bastard child of a suicide
He had a hypothesis: be kind to us and we would be kind
The angry city slickers all know
He hisses and he hums like a radio
And when he’s near the channel is snow
We can’t afford to lose our televisual show
Oh the man from Uranus
He isn’t sure of us
He’s got a bug up his nose
Oh the man from Uranus
He had to burden us with knowledge of UFOs
Where is all the wisdom you seek
You haven’t slept at all and it’s been almost a week
We wouldn’t play the dangerous game
And you and me know that society is to blame
Oh the man from Uranus
He is so curious about the power of flight
Oh the man from Uranus
He wants assurances, and we deny him that right
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Nation of Highways
02:51
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Too much talking, not enough room
It’s the weather report i assume
So let’s go out and look at the sky
Tuscon zeppelin, seashell stain
Taking constant abuse to the brain
Til you see nothing you know
In a nation of highways there is only one exit
Everything else is a byway to an unknown destination
When your body hits the ground
You are opening up to the house
Of the warm mycelium
She will hold you, carry you in
Give you clove cigarettes and gin
And you will finally be home
In a nation of highways there is only one exit
Everything else is a byway to an unknown destination
In a nation of highways there is only one exit
Circling back to the center of the world
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11. |
Shape Crushing Rabbit
02:32
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I was born-never-asked
to be a part of our decline
I see fragmented languages
in every bloodline
in a world of puppets
I am the stage fright
exit stage right
deep penetration of men
into the psychic magnet
compass needle spins
straight down to the bitter end
I'll be stockpiling magazines
to research our decline
I was born and never asked
but I'd come back every time
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Billowing and beckoning and billowing
To vaporize an aviating age
It's running along the debris with decrees
In supercilious legalese
Think of nothing but ends who receive till I'm gone
I got interchangeable identities
I'm never going ....
I was running along the debris with decree
In my penetrating legalese
My Quasistellar Helicopter Man
He marks himself on the overpass lane
And rides so high on capital gains
He goes so far in a parallel plane on his zung
He's striking a match that will never be lit
He's trying to talk but he makes only spit
He's covered in spittle, I've got to admit
He has six bank accounts and stays up all night
Writing checks to himself
I was running along the debris with decrees
In my penetrating legalese
It's never going either way
It's never sitting on display
On Quasistellar Helicopter Man
Some prehistoric irony
Billowing billowing billowing
Beckoning beckoning beckoning
Billowing billowing billowing
Beckoning beckoning beckoning
Beckoning beckoning thickening
To vaporize an aviating age
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He is late to the party of his career
She only longs for her own death
And the constancy of love that you never get tired of
Is holding me to this
Artificial intelligence safety is a priority
And the mysteries of love that we never get tired of
Operators are standing by
Wide eyed in visions but never in ideals
The world is ending and you still try to see through the shame and deceit of our beginnings
Machines that make panic attacks
She fakes her own death
And the constancy of love that you never get exhausted of
Runs out of breaths
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14. |
Refrigerium
03:17
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The sound of yesterday is silent in a way
The song of what's to come is sung in a new tongue
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Fomosurfer Lowell, Massachusetts
SONGS WITH TOO MANY WORDS SINCE 1995
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