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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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!

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

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

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

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

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

The sound of yesterday is silent in a way The song of what's to come is sung in a new tongue