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| 3:19 | ||||
My eyes are smaller than my stomach is.
That is quite a meal for me. I have lost my appetite lately. The basement is where we wait For the storm to break. Someone is lost outside, Through the rain we hear them cry. Deafened by the sound Of the apples falling down. They were rotting on the ground When the winter came around. My bedroom feels just like a parking lot That's been closed up for the night Asleep beneath the buzzing light. |
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2. |
| 4:00 | ||||
3. |
| 2:31 | ||||
Who rocks the party
That rocks the body? We rock the party That rocks the body. I have got my coat on And I'm headed toward the gates of the great estate. They can't loose the dogs on us Because the dogs like us more than the dogs like them. See the servants in the southwest corner of the yard. They've got booze And they've got bonfires. Who needs horse shoes? Who need lawn darts? Fuck the champagne! We want gin! We'll take back toad hall again! Call the cops to hall us in, They're already here, Up on the chandelier, This is the party of the year. The thing falls down in a smash of glass. The chief of police is on his Ass. The kitchen staff is Up in stitches, They're burning up their Master's britches. |
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4. |
| 3:21 | ||||
This house is an ancient tomb.
Be warned. Born in 1974 With the blood stains on the door. This house is a monument You see. Erect in 1983 In memory of what you've done to me. This house is a freight train And it's mine. Back in 1989 They found my body on the Morris?Essex line. A cord, accord, A car, a call. The hospital said it would Gladly repay it all. I'm born, I'm bored, I'm not at all. This body needs an overhaul. The blast from the cannon Was more than they could take And ever since that summer They've been something of a flake. We pray for them at dinner, We pray for them at dawn, We pray that when they grow up That they'll be dead and gone. We pray that they will pass us by But they keep coming on. Wake up! I'm coming over. Watch the way the milk has curdled in the cradle. There's a rattle underneath the kitchen table. We're ignoring it as best as we are able. But the air in there is static and unstable. There's a rapping at the door. |
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5. |
| 6:20 | ||||
You can drive a car
But you have to ride a horse. We ride our lives, Of course you know, From barn to yard To wood to road. There was once a hand That would carry me anywhere. That was 19 years ago, Now my feet know where to go. Great, These things happen, I've got to hand it to my heart; It should have shattered long ago, But the goddamned thing won't fall apart. We're traveling at the speed of sound. It's a good, great place to crash a car, But I don't think we have to do it. Throw our notebooks out the window And put our family names into it. I've lost track of the ambulance chasers Coming up behind the car. It's a 5 car pile-up, That's a 1 heart pile-up. |
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6. |
| 1:34 | ||||
7. |
| 3:58 | ||||
8. |
| 3:22 | ||||
Miracles exist,
So many that it's shocking. Surely we can't resist To sometimes go Sherlocking. This hairpin is a clue, If this headstone is a mystery Whose tenant has been screwed By high winds and history. There is a snake inside the office. There is a weight inside the airplane. The scientist creates Another strain. The pin-up was pent-up, Her patience was spent up, On clothing and close-ups, And 2 minute touch-ups. Blown by the airbrush, Dolled up and drugged up, By 5 minute fuck-ups, With hairbrush and blood lust. But now that she's safe And away from the scene, She keeps getting voicemail On her message machine. They sing, "Call me when you want to have it all again." Leave a teardrop on the rooftop To evaporate at dawn. Maybe it's an S.O.S. for who it falls upon. I know that it's a long shot But it's one I'm counting on. Dreaming Dimwits take a stand, On this night we must demand, Let the microscope be Damned, By the hammers in our hands. Calmly we're dissolving On the exit frame. These are unusual fissions. |
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9. |
| 3:19 | ||||
Consider this incentive.
Don't you even get it? You planted it, Let's wet it. You earn it and we spend it. |
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10. |
| 3:12 | ||||
All nerve endings shut down.
Stiff lipped at the countdown. All systems are go, All systems are gauche, All systems are ghosts. In a can, In a cupboard, In a submarine, There's nothing left inside. In a basket at the bottom of the guillotine Is where the sailor died. He never said a word To the jury or the press And when the ax-blade bit his neck, "Set me free" is all he said. In a pixel, In a portrait, In a T.V. screen There's nothing left to hide. Stitched each instant by the firing electron beam, Let the camera man decide. And he never said a word To the jury or the press When the on-air light turned red, "Cut Away" is all he said. When she opened it up, She dropped her coffee cup, And when the cup hit the ground The whole damn house came stumbling down. Good by my memory. From this point on I'm unsettling. In Brooklyn we stay home. |
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11. |
| 14:54 | ||||
Walk 5 feet above the mountain,
The landscape remains the same. Walk 5 feet below the ground and The landscape is unchanged. I know my home's eroding, The mountain rises again. I've seen the ocean rising, Only the stones remain. I've heard the Titan stirring, I don't know who to blame. This water tastes like wine. This water tastes like turpentine. I didn't travel all this way Just to leave a trail of tears behind. I didn't travel all this way Just to drag a tail behind. I didn't travel all this way Just to leave my hands and nails behind. Everybody prays that The rain will shatter the dam. The water will turn the mortar to sand. The engineers have done All they can But we're damned. Little lost lamb, I've done all I can, The barn door has blown shut And the brook is rising up. To move, To breath, We must cherish these. We have these things like feet. The townies saw a monster But the monster saw a man. The coroner's report Found a flower in his hand. Before pitchforks and torches, Ferdinand made his last stand. The farmer dropped his sword And went back to his plow. The children it had frightened Were even more scared now. The minister and mayor Told the people to be proud. And when they went to bed They tossed and turned all night. But when the sun came up They never saw the light. And when the worms had finished them, They knew that they were right. This mountain has A mind of its own. |