He met her at a shooting gallery
Like everything about him
His timing was bad
And she'd just won
The fourth largest
Movie-inspired plush porcupine
After a hard day's
Applying for
Personal insolvency loans
They went for Fancy's Corndogs
How can you talk seriously
About something like forever
She asks
He points across the road
"Forever Spa and Nail"
Hey-la
He wanted someone
Who would stay forever
She wanted someone
Who could last an hour
He says
I'm different than a man
I'm different than a man
I've slept with rovers
And she says
I've turned girls over
& I wanna fall in leaves
I feel like
Half the lass
Some girl in cords was supposed to've dreamed
And just for a crazy moment there I thought something could happen
And just for a crazy moment there he thought something could happen
But her skin was too soft
Their open mouths
Too well rehearsed
The backseat was too hard
Their first touch was too charged
Breakfast came too early
Hesitation set in too late
They knew each other's foibles
Microscopical
By the time he groped for a second date
He said
Jeezus
Is nearly my savior
I just get in trouble whenever I commit
And she says
Science is my boyfriend
And when I'm lonely
There's smoking up to Chrissie Hynde and Stevie Nicks and Patti Smith
And whenever I'm in bed with him I'm afraid to dream
And whenever he was in bed with her they were afraid to dream
She had
Nearly
The most gorgeous set of gestures and classy schtick
A slump like him had ever seen
And he was
Just shy
The dopest, devotest-most ape
Who'd ever
Swing his way into her ring
And I'm kinda running out of options here
And that's when things got outta control
Her jokes were too much
Something in them too slick
The car was too parked
The night was too dark
Morning too far off
Sex-heavies reigned as one
And when they kissed
it was like licking
Crisco off
another's tongue
Hey there Romeo-
Has the sky always been that shade of pink?
Has the sky
Always been?
Always ?
Almost ?
Meanwhile
In the African Union
Under Universal Heath coverage
Where everyone spoke Esperanto
Underneath the ground
In a League of Nation's Weapon's base
At DEFCON 1
At five foot eleven
Meager maintenance worker Marvin couldn't bring himself
He said, my mate Mehemet
I can't bring myself
To mount this stepladder
And press The Button
Press The Button just today
It was a dream I was having
In a place where all the McDonalds’ signs were blue
My throat was closing up
You were there too
And the mountains here are too fine
And the rivers run too deep
There's blood in my pocket
And what about the sky
Has it always been that shade of pink?
Has the sky
Always been that shade of hottest pink?
Has the sky
Always been?
Always ?
Almost
She was a lowerclass diamond
She was a felt machine
I thought she was a boy
Hey-la someone's talking to me
She said I love your details
And your funny, funny hair
I'm in pain everyday
I'm in pain everywhere
I'm in pain when I wake up
I'm in pain when I fight back
I need your gentle touch
I need your bite and your scratch
And even girls and boys
It didn't matter
Success or poor
It doesn't matter
Rockstar or down and out
Between four legs or on four knees
Anything can be loved
Why is there no one who can satisfy me?
Can you make me feel safe?
Can you push me far?
Til i'm over the moon
How many clothes can we take off?
Ladies have cool shoulders
And men have lovely necks
Skinny can be nice
Plump, pretty or pecs
Even girls and boys
Even girls and boys
The landscape got so fraught
I was at home playing with my toys
Hardened gamers to the left of you
Heartbreakers to the right
Both them kept you home
On a Saturday night
I usta laugh at love coz i thought it was funny
You came along
Now there's something moving in my tummy
And even girls and boys
It doesn't matter
Success or poor
It doesn't matter
Rockstar or down and out
Between four legs or on four knees
Anything can be loved
Why is there no one who can satisfy me?
They can't hurt you now . . . .
For a circumstance so oversexed
Why do I feel so inexperienced ?
Where have all the baby steps gone?
Where is my mind?
Do I get to git you for a moment
Now the theater's blown away
And we're both hung, strung, from separate wings
Acrobats are children
Showing off our thing
Restaurant and parking
Aparment, apartment block
You took the stairs from the foyer
And everyone was there
The one with the brains
The one with the hair
Your ribbons have all been deported
You're no one now like every one
And here is
everything I stand to
lose
Sweet friends of mine
Welcome to your latest
Shimmering decline
The hand on the forehead
The forehead inclined
And you're being dragged slowly
Reluctantly kicking under wondrous
Everybody fell in love last week
But nobody has anybody no warm body
Lovesickness . . . . .
Lovesickness . . . . .
I can't sleep
I want to destroy my free-time
I think of you when I wanna go with someone else
I think you when I'm between another man's thighs
Give a little bit
Gain a little ground
Ring a little ding
But don't tell him
You love him
Tell him he's lost enough
It's not the same thing
Restaurant and parking
Apartment, apartment block
It's the same old business
I'll slightly outpace it for a while
They got to your bones
They teased and they told on you
everything I've lost is there
everyone I lost there
It's like someone shuffled the deck
And everyone ended up with the wrong pair
And nodody got anybody no warm body
But it's spring
And it's warm in this foyer
It was all a pretty thought
And you got an honest face
Where are you?
You did everything you could do
And there's plenty more wrecks in the sea
Take it easy
It's been
All so effn greasy
And the sky and the sky and the sky
Someone look brave here
It ain't heaven
But I'm out of space
And I'm so damn tired
Of chewing myself up a little nest
Now you're everybody
You're just like everybody
You're just like
Everybody
Who did you think you are?
Battle on, Battle on do de do
There's something for everyone
What the fu-uh is up with you
Nobody loves you
When you're down and out
My name is edward
pussyspoo
& i rode in here on my horse
& i been on my own
since i was 13 years old
my stepfather was a boylover
my mama was on the run
and there is too much God down here
There's too much
There's too many lights
I put it in my pocket
Now you got only me to
fight
Cmon doggies fight me
I'm lonely
and I dro-o-one
Soft spoken sleepy eyed
She was like a trapped bird
He was curious about her
Altho frigthened
Eager to flee
Hand up his bangs
Popstar glasses
He blasted it with his
shoulder-mind
Kingsize mattress
Thighs & gravel
He followed her home
So she laughed at him
by the rich apartments
she lived by the rich apartments
O great cupcake
O space attack
Dreamt a hundred times a
hundred nudies
laid under this tree
And all their skin was like leather
rippled between their nipples
My fingers
Focus on her touch
Half inside her
Half asleep
Overemotional
I wanna make shore
I wanna make sure I'm here and sure
Drones . . . .
Nice blackboy in a bathouse
from his thighs to his naval
he was like you
no, your body right here
pretty as pretty can be
You feel like some movie star
Move to the suburbs
Some important suburbs
Jack u off
(Modern love)
Jack and Jill
(Modern Love)
I see the ceiling
(Modern Love)
You learn pretty quickly
about your sexuality
when girls turn their scrunchies
but men'll pay for you
love me coz I'm stupid
Ah-o-ah-o-ah-o
I see you
and I want to go away
I want to be a tree
I want to be far away
when you’re near me
Be my Sidecar
Call shotgun
Hey nose bleed! stop. I'll stop.
Warm summers, movieolas.
Cold tides
Be my seashell
Be my drool
Be my rare thing
My Goldfinch GlueSpoo
In bed No possessions
Imagination's out
Hand on my buttons
Twirled up in my legs
my bangs
my body
in open revolt
Open revolt . . . .
I can't knock you all down
And I can't wait for you to change
Open revolt . . . . .
Be my bedside
Be in my dream
Let me go crazy
Let me
Elmo Maki watched
Erotic angle grinding
After a completely gay beginning
Of snuff cult killings and video skat
Viva La Bam
In steel cage massacres
Eats the sparks off her
Whole families in the front row
Crucified and alabaster
I remember songs
About the gentle things
Like the birds and the bees
Both of them and how they got it on
But don't you know (and don'tchoo know)
But don't you know (and don'tchoo know)
It's a hardboiled wonderland
Mary Scary swatted the brats
She babysat
After rode her bike to the pass
Where hobgoblins
Bagged kak-infected jizz
Sold to the smartest kids in uptown biz
Who shook their fists
Up at our toilet military overlords
Who bombed the joint
It shook
The skyline
Of baneful sludge and weaponous rage
Maybe today they might have kicked you down
They'd like to boot you around
I'm sick of this
I've e been through before
Don't you know it's gonna be alright
It's gonna be OK
I may be stupid, love
But I'm not so much afraid
But don't you know (and don'tchoo know)
But don't you know (and don'tchoo know)
It's a hardboiled wonderland
You let me down Satan now I got cyborgs to race
Rent's due in outer space
In the worst taste (first rate)
Toothpick in my eye about the size of an elephant
I'd like to be talked out of this A
Think about it I'll battle on while we wait
While we wait . .
But don't you know (and don'tchoo know)
But don't you know (and don'tchoo know)
It's a hardboiled wonderland
Danke schön
How I need u yesterday
How u do get on
How it all went wrong
Dady's in debt
& baby's on fire
I'm a man of my word
I will just make it to the next level
Wheee-aaaa
Beat my brains
Take me away
I need to vacate
a vacation
I need a jon
I need an a-la-la-la sweetheart
I need to party
Beyond this hotel supermart
Wheee-aa
The media
In the media
We all look better
In the media-dia-dia-dia-dia
dia-dia
Stop being
Rainy days
I can't believe it ends this way
Sweet dreams are these
(. . . I need to drop u ratfink . . . )
No hotel No beach No people
No turquoise turquoise sea
No dirty dirty dream-aeroplane
No waiting room
No no no
You take an old pair of ruby slippers
Wring out all the seams
into a Kansas of your own making
My babies we looked better up against it
We-aaah
Well, you sold off your potatoes baby
For small arms & this dress
Stop being Obvious
& you can sail into the dark
sail into the dark
sail into this darkness
& you can sail into this dark
sail
sail
You got
Bo-o-o-o-oys
Bo-o-o-o-oys
Boys on the brain
You got
Bo-o-o-o-oys
Bo-o-o-o-oys
Boys on the brain
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man now (X2)
& we'll all be the same in the end
& we all be the rich in the end
Let your body die
Get up there
You been dying all your life
You been starving all your life
And your skin is like
A paperback novel
That water won't stick to
But still you boil
Still you're boiling
Dare to be
Different . . .
The people without a home
You never felt at home
The people who are phoneless
You don't know who to call
Change your mind
The world
The world won't listen
Listen
Dance, Dance, Party Yodaleyehooo
Karaoke Singer
Dance, Dance, Party Yodaleyehooo
Karaoke Singer
I, I have no plans tonite
Somebody better save my soul
Freedom
Freedom and Enchantment
Everybody wanna party like rock stars
Everybody wants to be like
a singer or a freedom fighter
Putting plaid on the mannequin
Sister carry your brother
They should be ashamed
tho his skin is bright
Anyone who ever said you don’t have to work for a joe job
And Brother carry your sister
Lied because they're lame
Tho her personality leaves much to be desired
Applause
Are they gonna eat your heart out
Sign up
Are you gonna make them sing
Primal Predator Boom!
With the dance track
The Right has learned to be helpless
So the Left could learn to swing . . . .
Get 'em in a stall
Hit 'em in the mouth
The moon is almost gone
Your life has been almost shelved
Every lover ends up
Talking to them self
Dance, Dance, Party Yodaleyehooo
Karaoke Singer
Dance, Dance, Party Yodaleyehooo
Karaoke Singer
What are we doing
after the orgy
What are we doing
after the orgy
And tho I
Have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles and miles and miles of flights
I have no plans tonite
I'm a naughty, currish imp
Made of winsome, tricky tricks
And my heart's drawn at points
For the lump in your throat
Romantic shut in
Soft gasp in the sticks
Well she may look like jesus
Bet she tastes like cigarettes
And I want to brush away the flies
And get wild, wild, wild
And i want to rock my little walk
And get wild, wild, wild
And I
Want to sing my little thing
And get wild, wild
Wild
Ya ya ya ya ya ya
They call her Sissy
She's gritty pretty
Tho she has one dainty curl
And men pursue her
Just to woo her
In apartment thirty-nine
Romantic shut in
It'd be so soft
With your skin
Like a pouffe
And her eyes
That are so green
Like the sea
Like the spring
Romantic shut in
Tale learned at a mother's knee
The echo of the sparrows
In a magical tree
And i want to marry all the gold . . .
and get wild, wild, wild
and I want to float my little boat
and get wild, wild, wild
I want to marry cemeteries
and get wild, wild, wild
Ya ya ya ya ya ya
I'll walk the battlements
A high-rise in the loneliness
Microwavables for breakfast
Turn off the x-box
Work at the melancholy call center
The melancolocy-col-colly
The melancolocy-col-colly
Ask her for dinner
Her hair like handlebars
The touch of your fingers
Upon your joystick controller
And the heart goes
ZING! BOOM!
Zoobie zoobie
Testify you’re mystified
At the tunnel of love
And I want to stroll a knoll and roll
And get wild, wild, wild
And I want to wing my little things
And get wild, wild, wild
And I want to begin a fling and sing
Get wild, wild . . .
Romantic shut in
Would you like to come home
Romantic shut in
Please come on home
Dream a little dream . . . .
Super Plus Double Love
Super Double Double Love
Super Plus Double Love
Super Double Double Love
Bang bang bang ka-ching
Hold your chin up
Hold your chin uppercut up
Got no brain
Got no think
Born of toilet
Made of sink
Aspire to hall
Move down the stairs
Oh my God
Could this be air
Kick it
It's the 21rst century
And things are getting heavy
Go-boys are acting stupid
For go-girls looking to marry
And if I look like new money
Inside I feel like a dive
I was so hungry for wonders
Too bad I was alive
It's rainier than it's ever been
And I need someone to dry beside
Tho there's everyone to lie beside
Nothing compares
To the thought that you're . . . .
A black rose dyke
Keep a tweak on a leash
A sheepish young lust
Ain't got no fleece
For a lady made of trees
You got some beautiful pollution
He's an elegant man
And he loves the revolution
Our love is it's so skank
Skank, skank
I'm gonna take it slow
I wancha all for mine
I wancha inside my arms
I want you all the time
And the stakes keep getting better
So I guess I'll stick with the odds
Sticks and spicey
Puppy-doggy dogs
Nine, ten, 7-11
Get my burrito and then
I'm coming up
I'm coming up
Bouncing, dancing, forever, amen
Rain, rain go away
Come again some other day
Why must you stay outta reach
I need somebody on my beach
Why is everybody
So mutherfuking boring . . .
For a charitable soul
You got a dirty buzz
A smartass punk
Ya know where he grew up
Country! (Scumdogs of the universe
Ignite the universe)
For a flamer you're tamer
Than some handsome ticket you should really get to know
I'm gonna aim high
And I'm gonna sink so low
Our love is so skank
Skank
It didn't work out
And nobody wants you
You done this to yourself
You're a squeegee
A ratfink
A landslide
We'll be free in the city soon
And the tranny
At the party
His girlfriends gone
Scoring coke from a John
And she's a longgone babydoll
In a mod gown
And they're down down on the state
Down with all this good new shit
Never been to Paris
Never been innocent
If that touch that's in your skin don't feel
And you're both nakid as peelers
If don't teach
And you've tried
If it don't reach
And you've tried
If the night that's on these city heights
Don't light
And they trash talk the DJ
If it don't beat
When it don't beat
And it don't beat
Down, down tall building
Down small building
Down, down little house
Down big house
Down, down city block
Down gridlock
Down, down commuter's Lane
Dumb brain
If the night that's on these city heights
Don't light
And they trash talk the Dj
If it don't beat
And it don't beat
And it don't beat
Woke up spooned but alone
In bed with "whatever"
Stoned and incontinent
On a feather
What the rub is
What success is
Struggle so hard
For a petty theft of affection
And finally find
You're totally ordinary
We'll be free in the city soon
You were a smash
A pony
A headcase
Success can make things harder
Success can make things cold
Hunger still makes your undershorts
Success has made a failure of our home
From the galaxy of gutenberg
To the videodrome
Where the tweens and teens
They want to rock and moan
They want to pierce their sex
And feel their feet
But the music don't beat
And sludge it wants to soar . . . .
To soar
Johnny rode the rocket
Rocket Johnny through the thriller
Through the killer, through the trains, through the pain
He knows the constables are gangsters
That he'll have to blow away
For his eleventh birthday
He hopes for a gun
A pair of headphones
Every girl his age who has a crush on him
And if the songbird that's in her throat don't sing
If the thought that's in his head don't work
And he is there but he don't speak it
He sayz if you got the money honey
I gots the disease
And she says - Johnny - you got big eyes
You ain't never caught a rabbit
Never, never caught a rabbit
And you ain't no friend of mine
And streetcars
And the movies
And DJS
And his mama
Gonna make it
With the bank clerks
Doop doop doop doop doop doop doop doop
If there is no water
There's no water
Then you don't have a sister
And she don't have no brother
And they never go to school
To be librarian or teacher
And there's vacation
On every billboard
But the homies don't eat
music on every station
Of the radio
But the music don't beat
And if the music don't beat
Let me down easy, then
Dah-ling you're going to drop
You know what it tastes like
How hard it is to stop
Born ugly
Hoo! But look at you now
A hellcat fireball
You don't know what you want
Swan, swan, swan
Gonna take the boys on
Take the boys on
And you'll take them one by one by one by
One
And they're slaying you
Slaying you
They got you in your corner now and
You're wailing on it
wailing on it
You got them swaying to your music
Swaying to your music
Swaying
Hoo! You take them on
Born smelling it
Born wild
Mark on your forehead
Triple sixes the sign
Je t'aime mon motorbike
Je t'aime mon motorbike
Grit in your teeth and the stink in your eye
Aw-oooo Take the boys on
You put your right fist in
You take your right fist out
Double shot, double shot
Throw your weight around
Throw your weight around
Left Right Left Right
You don't know what you want
Swan, swan, swan
going to take the boys on . . . .
