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Mantovani
I saw an angel chorus
Dancing pirouettes around my head
Am I dead?
With a sound so deep and true
And my mother likes it too...
Mantovani!
I heard it in a movie, in "Cuckoo's Nest"
They were sitting around playing penny-ante' cigarette poker
The music was wafting around the room
That's the kind of music I'm talking about
The kind of music that gets inside your head
That soaks inside your head
I'm talking REAL disturbing music
Not this fake punk rock bullshit
Mantovani!
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Cigarettello
Little John's date gave good hate
Left him tied up in a chair
Now she's passed out on the floor
John sits pondering her hair
And her tiny little feet
Cigarette between her teeth
Standing on stilletto heels
She would put him to the test
She would kiss him on the mouth
Scrape her fingers 'cross his chest
Cigaretto, if you please
"Light me up" he whispered
What a bitch to think about it
Can't move an inch without it
"I'm burning up", he said
"Think I'll scream until I'm dead!"
As the flames consume my skin, so does my desire
As the flames keep rising
Higher and higher
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Angel Killer
Eddie watched him walking from the car to the apartment building
He knew he lived on the seventh floor
Just as he knew the real reason he was sent down in the form of a human
accountant
From Long Island New York
He followed close behind, and was all over him
Before he could dissapear into the sky, or scream
He's got wings!
He's got wings!
He wanted to cut off all the hair and bring it home to make a rope
But it was getting late, and he still had to clean off his hands and face
A disturbing thing is that one of the eyes had remained open
This bothered him at first, until he realized this too was a sign
He's got wings!
He's got wings!
Feeling the weight of the world
Watching the sky
Sleeping without any clothes
Like a dream, like moths to a light
Just as you crush one to dust
Another one comes into sight
Come on
Come on
Come on
Down
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Nude
Hey, sister emulator
I wanna see you later
Dressed up in your emotions
Incanting fake devotions
You show me your ambitions
It's dangerous to see them
Great mounds of steam and flesh, and
It's dangerous to see them
Don't turn it off and on
Show me your naked hate
We take what we can use
To pacify our fate
We will remove our skin
And suffer in this world again
Roll back your eyes and see her
She's like a panacea
All healing lips and fingers
Intrepidation lingers
I've seen the stuff beneath it
It's velvet, pink and oozing
I've seen the stuff beneath it
It's oozing, velvet, pink and...
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At the Awful
Sunday morning, T-ville Georgia fun
Got some waffles...double burgers, yeah!
We were waiting for our inbred son
Shooting blanks that don't miss
Felt my first toothless kiss
Now the waiter looks pissed
No dead rebel thread...it's just a crack instead
We're a vacuum
Try some perfume
In the morning, wash away the stink
Pack the van and ride off in the sun
Shooting blanks that don't miss
Felt my first toothless kiss
Now the waiter looks pissed
Now the dogs are dismissed
Southern culture is blessed
But the native's distressed
Put my ass to the test
Rip the scabs from my breast
No dead rebel cred...it's just a crack instead
Ride
Ride
Ride
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Four Questions
The empty-headed son lay prone under a dirty moon
Awake, he wonders hard upon this certain night of ruin
And of a promise to be buried in a shallow bed
What is that sound?
Will I come clean?
Why does it burn?
What does this mean?
The wise and learned son stands naked, but empowered bliss
He thinks his knowledge will now circumvent the demons kiss
Stand down my son, now I shall show you what true power does
What is that sound?
Will I come clean?
Why does it burn?
What does this mean?
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Lisa's
Last Words
Hedda had a headache from her nose to her spine
Pressed her swollen lips against a hand supine
Joel was oblivious to what this would mean
Inside the brownstone he shone
The violence like a machine
He orchestrated the chaos
Hedda heeded commands
He lorded over the mayfly
Crushed her wings in his hands
(that froze her last words)
No.
Heard about a dirty lawyer down on his luck
Caught your picture staring out from under the muck
He felt like Jephthah dancing over the coals
The prosecution was loaded, shot his tale full of holes
He orchestrated the chaos
Hedda failed to protect
She watched the tiny light flicker
But she couldn't connect
No.
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Something Under Me
I live in a Pequot hut
And I ride it six floors up
I don't want to seem superior
But on high, I'm learning things
Like elevator etiquette
Elevator rules
Elevator predicates
Like going down
But now, something's under me
Yeah, something's under me
This black cloud was hanging over me
Now
I wasn't born in a chicken shack
I don't want my dead roots back
I just want to be up above a few
What more can a monkey do?
I'm thinking like an erudite
Blinking like a mule
I'm drinking like a parasite
I'm sucking down
But now, there's something under me
Yeah, something's under me
This black cloud was hanging over me
Now, there's something under me
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Rape
of the Vespers
Don't, don't you twist
Twist your head in the dark
Or shake off your fears
Slake your fears, fuel the spark
Then, on a hill
On a hill, you will spill your soul
'cause you need what you can't take
He say's "It's only intravenous poison hate."
She say's, "Only?"
Lonely fathers shed their sins
Wretches grieving, leaving sins for the sons
Screw, don't you screw
Screw your head up in vain
Or writhe in the dirt
Stay inert, feed the pain
High on a hill, we will kill
We will kill your soul
When I looked for the vesper skies
Venus called my name
It was dark, it was dark
And the screams were all I heard
When I looked to the vesper skies
Venus was in flames
It was dark, it was dark
And she waited for the stars to fall
And crush us all
Leaving sins, sins for the sun.
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Johnny
Zhivago
Johnny sways, it's different now
It's blood guitars, it's devil drums
The rhythm hates the melody
It scrapes the bone beneath the teeth
He's on the road, now
Fast asleep, now
Dreaming of those wings of steel
A buzzing wakes him just in time
It comes from his own head, and it's a
Funny little sound that it's making
Funny little sound that's breaking
Save the worst for last
It's just a game to him
Now he's driving down the Delta way
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Turn
Big thing, big metal machine
Sings cruel-hard songs, just past the Himalaya
Didn't want to step inside, but she said "Ride..."
If I go for a spin, will I turn from within?
Will it cut me in two?
or burn, too?
This revolution's gonna turn
This centrifugion's gonna burn
This revolution's gonna turn me...
Cold slab, flab pressed against a valley of tin
"We're in a state of fusion", she said
"I'm skinned, I'm pinned...but I can move."
When the floor falls away, will I go down or stay
Is it bullshit, or true inertia?
If the floor falls away
Will we go down or stay?
Will she open her eyes?
Will she open her mouth?
If we go for a spin
Will it turn from within?
Will it rip us apart?
Will she open her mouth?
If we go for a ride
Will it twist us inside?
Will it burn, then cool down?
Or just burn?
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The Chicken Won't Stop
Well, if the chicken won't stop
Then what about the fat, prosthetic cock-o-nine tails
Poised above your head
Like a promise that you dread
The chicken won't stop
And if the chicken won't stop
Then brace-up for the jackals
Gnawing on the fingers of your open hands
While you're grabbing all you can
The jackals will gnaw, the jackals will gnaw
The jackals will gnaw, 'till my baby goes
Down to the river with a rooster on her
back
Breaks down in the river with a noose around her neck
Then, down by the river
I'll give my baby something...
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5th of July
I dreamed an ocean in my sleepy head
Jellyfish surfing over sticky waves of fate
Dreamed I was born on the 5th of July
Cooked up a yankee-doodle ploy
I can't remember where I did or didn't swim that night
The sea was thick, it pulled me one way...down
And if I held my breath too long I'd see his floating face
The dream is dead, the boy is drowned
I dreamed an ocean in my sticky head
Barrels of water flowing in and out and in and out
I wish I was born on the 5th of July
I'd kill me a yankee-doodle boy
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Lolitaville
He came right into her room
He didn't knock, or care
About the friends, the little things
The bigger things downstairs
Give her a rush
Give her the bum's rush out
Down to a favorite place
Keeps them under a rock, no doubt
Paint your daughters
Drag those waters
Find them all in bloom
He came right into her room...
They stopped him outside of town
Helped him out of a ditch
She was nearby, I guess
Not quite alive-not dead
Paint those daughters
Drag those waters
Now their all in bloom...
He came right into her room
He came right into her room
He came right into her room, then he said
"I'm gonna take you down to Lolitaville"
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The Big Sea
I dreamed an overbloated man-boy put his lips to my head
His cheeks were cold,
His stubby fingers traced the words that he said
He spoke of pretty death, and candy breath
And fixes that hit
He stroked my hair and whispered something I was too gone to get
For many days and nights
I held the dirty truth in my hands
And watched the lifeless bodies rolling,
Washing up on the sand
With all the noise in my head
I could swim with the fishes instead, because
Something's coming, big and strong
A shining, evil, crown of bones
Swim in a river of piss
'Till you sink like a stone
In the big sea
It was a long lonely wait at the pit of the well
Looking up at the sky
Water soaks into my skin
Drains the hole till it's dry, dry, dry
Long lazy afternoons of kissing the fix
The fix was a hoax
Now look into the river, baby
Wash your hands in the face of a ghost...
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Stranger
Met a man who wasn't quite a man
Long lashes and sticky brown tan
Three nipples on his left tit
He was talking some kind of shit
"Oh, to be a movie star
Or swimming in a long white car"
He was a stranger, that's what he was
He was no dander, that's what he said
He was a stranger, that's who he was
Never let him look you in the eye
Telling me to live just for today
Telling me to give it all away
Three sixes on his left tit
It was kind of funny, until it hit
Oh, to be the prince of lies
Or to sell your soul to the devil's eyes
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Shine
That old grey house, what did you see there?
Climbing up those stairs, you tripped
The light reflecting off your back
I turned...
Each eye splitting into two
Now four eyes staring back at you
Don't let me
Don't let me
Don't let me...Shine
A work of art, what did you see there?
I was too preoccupied at first to hear your footsteps...
Then I did
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Janet (from another planet)
You should have quit when you were sprung
You should have left unsung
Dreamed your sister down a well
This candy-coated shell was a sweet kick for awhile
And powers to beguile
Overshadowed by a flaw in you
Glitch, plans that twitch
Born too dull
Crushed his skull
Cured, brand new face
Brand new sound
Onward bound
Blood, washed away
Feel like Doris Day!
No more plain Jane
Que sera sera
You should have quit when you were dead
You should have kept your head
Dreamed a bolt down from the sky
And powers to deny
Were your downfall in the end...
But will you rise again?
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Bad Thing
Let's go down to the forest
Let's go down to the woods
Take a walk down to the stream
I'll show you where I stood
Hands behind my back
Eyes, two empty hulls
Sailed my big aluminum ship
Down on his thick skull
It was a good thing
Till it went bad
He said his name was Dwayne
He played in a band
He said he played drums for the Beatles
I saw his tattooed hands
Shaking like a fish
Cowered like a dog
How could anything so beautiful
Turn into something wrong?
It was a good thing
Till it went bad
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Frank-n-Bruce
Don't call me on the phone
Don't tell me that you love me
I'm a broken prick, I'm sick forever
Swaying to the braying
I can't place you, I can't face you
It's been on three years, still I can't trace you
Running hits and cigarette fits
Smoke swelled in my head when you said...
Frank, this is bigger than both of us
Frank, this is bigger than both of us
Thought I lost you
'Till I found you
Wanna hound you
June three, Ocean 71
We found the boy!
We found him right there on the beach and livin'
All can be forgiven
I can't place you, I can't face you
Man, I'd kill you if I could
Bruce said, "Admit, admit, a little bit
You missed me, boy
My wake-up kisses"
Frank, this is bigger than both of us
Frank, this is bigger than impetus
Frank, saw you dancing down on the dirty floor
Frank, what the hell were you hiding for?
Frank, this is bigger than both of us
Frank, this is bigger; but nebulous
Crank, what's the biggest idea you ever blew?
Frank, this is bigger...
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Date
Jen, meet Steve
Steve, meet Bri
Bri, meet Liz...now twist!
Dreaming in the Sun, soaking in the sand
Thinking about the only one
Thrusting with no skill
Lusting with no thrill
Busting with no will, or purpose
Chained to danger
Raging little heart of thunder
Step into the land of plunder
Daddy's got a date, daddy's got a date
Daddy's got a date, it's late, it's late
Earth, meet sky
Sky, meet sun
Sun will burn away the earth and sky
Gripping with no claws
Skipping with no pause
Tripping with no cause, or reason
Check the season
Blazing through a land of blunder
Tear those little hearts asunder
Daddy's got a date, daddy's got a date
Daddy's got a date, it's late, it's late
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Palm Beach
Australian, South Ocean, Via Marilla baby
Walking down the street
Are we walking where the rich and famous
Drag their dirty bones up from the poinsettia beds?
It's the shape of their heads
It's the curve of their spines
It's the way that they bend
That's divine!
Oh need, the salamanders breed under the dais
Oh will, the chauffeur's wives are shilling for their raise
Little land of destiny and favor
Out of sight, out of body, out of reach
Palm Beach
Parking late at night
At the cusp, at the cul-de-sac
We're waiting and we're drinking for some signs
One combs it's hair straight back
One gives itself a heart attack
One's shaking while it's assets freeze in probate
It's the shape of their heads
It's the curve of their spines
It's the way that they bend
That's sublime!
Oh need, the salamanders breed under the dais
Oh will, the chauffeur's wives are shilling for their raise
Little land of decimy and flavor
Out of sight, out of body, out of reach...
It's the shape of their heads.
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Fixed
Shook awake from restless dreams
He tasted strange tit
Feeling not the prick of pain
But pinned beneath it
He said, "Dread! Is she in my bed,
Or in my heart, or in my head?"
Of all god's creatures great and
sprawled
He is the rock from which they crawled
He's the elixir, fixer, jack-of-all
Splayed across the carpet tacks
One humped-back gigolo
Him on he, and she made three
Sent smoke packed signals
He said, "Vince, are we going down?"
Of all god's creatures in the sea
He is the fish that swallowed me
Once I was broken
Now I'm born to be...
Fixed
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The Bad Son
If you have any doubts about...
Say them now, or don't ask me nothing
I wanted to fly, but my wings were broken
Fearless words are evil, when unspoken
Out on the Michigan plains
A man, a machine, and a trigger finger
You're using your head, boy
Mine doesn't work now
In this bed I only dream
Only.
Give me these pills or something
Give me the works
Jerk my jerky fingers
You're losing your head to a silver dream-wish
Comes true only when you're dead
Only when you're dead.
If you have any fears
Say them now, or just sleep the good sleep
I wanted to die, but my wings are broken
Take this gun, my only son
Only.
Am I a wicked boy?
Somehow, I wanted to build you
A wicked toy, too.
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