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Tina's Song

Tina had beautiful titties she was the sweetest cocksucker I knew her mouth was warm and hungry and her lips quivered fast whenever she blew now there's nothing wrong with cocksuckers there's a handful in every crowd still I blushed when she grabbed me and spoke like a sailor but those were her words not mine it was her body not mine We broke every light in the city she drank till the very next day preaching like a messiah like a whore like a newborn babe and waking up in the hotel she wanted to go at it again even though we were ruined and obviously at the end but my education was useless against the humor of her world still I blushed when she grabbed me and fucked like a sailor and that was her way not mine that was her way not mine you can't always predict what people want you can't always predict how it's going to feel you can't always right or wrong this is Tina's song

Very Funky Dream

Last night I had a very funky dream I dreamt I was overseas with my father my mother my sister she and I were fighting we would not walk together we crossed a bridge there was a body and police surrounding the body they ushered us to safety in the stairwell of a parking ramp they were negotiating a hostage deal with the kidnappers who killed the body and my sister and I were about my mother and father who are in actuality divorced and never talk to one another The kidnapper demanded that a child be exchanged for the child it was holding now there was a woman in the stairwell she had a child and I realized she wanted to exchange my sister for her child but instead my family united presented the kidnapper with a small child the kidnapper spoke in a woman's voice and was embodied in a casserole dish filled with Spaghetti and the child we surrendered was a small tupperware container overflowing with yellow lentils and the kidnapper said this child must have religion and I said oh yes this child has religion and I placed the tupperware container which was actually the devil and had been a curse on my family because it would not stop overflowing I placed the devil on the Spaghetti kidnapper it was a very funky dream you would not believe how everything seemed very funky dream

Paris Was Hungry

Paris was hungry the summer my father lived in the passage of desire and me and John would walk down St.Denis past all the circus of whores from Hati and every other part of the world Paris is not black and white like in the movies it has an appetite and full blown color in Les Halles we watched a most perfect clown he never smiled he never smiled we took trains and buses and celebrated often we howled in late night clubs where Aretha Franklin was a goddess here where Miller was blown here where Celine was absurdly here I could tell a small part of my life was consumed and would stay forever

1426

This is my apartment if I want I can shit in the corner leave food on the windowsill build a bomb build another bomb but I don't do it I just sing I sleep I sit I live alone my best and worst friend is the telephone soup on the stove silverfish on the tile sun comes then goes after awhile this is my apartment 1426 West 31 St. this is my apartment Listening to Zepplin Black Mountainside punching holes in the silence jacking off to kill time and jacking off even more to kill even more time this is my apartment 1426 West 31 St. This is where I nail my hand to the trigger of another song and excuse the living and excuse the dying and try to make the night short instead of long If you pray for me I will pray for you you know where I live you know where I live

T and A

I was in love with tits and ass and the notion that fucking could be done without softness but I am better now and the true dimensions of it mean more someone's gentle hand on someone's gentle back pulling into embrace lovingly and on many levels someday that will be enough and all the flavored lubricants gentle clamps and other hilarious products of the world will stand up and walk out the door utterly unemployed forever and all the cocks and cunts will cheer a mighty hallelujah a mighty hallelujah and finally yes finally, finally we'll have each other and the seriousness of unimportant things will matter will matter I was in love with tits and ass and the notion that fucking could be done without softness but I am better now and the true dimensions of it mean more someone's gentle hand on someone's gentle back pulling into embrace lovingly and on many levels

Journey Into The End Of The Night

cock oh infamous cock where are you taking us tonight some unlit drawing room where the tea is cold and old women wait or battlefields naked but for the blood of young soldiers wasted in glory Cock of infamous cock irrepressible immortal cock trying to bang eternity in every alley and cheap motel reject this vision this hollow pantomime this empty heaven this prison of your choosing in spite of all myth you're not my only reason oh foolish and desperate cock we also have worship and laughter generous domains where orgasms run free without start or finish Oh soft and magic cock misunderstood misused and spent cock with only one direction relax into forever relax into forever and trust in the unnamed bounty of these gentle new lands and sleep sweet cock as both are ushered beyond your simple wisdom to the journey into the end of the night through journey into the end of the night through journey into the end of the night

Olive

I love olive because their pits like burnt skeletons remain and when you eat so many they lay around together and remind me of genocide I love olive I love olive I love olive There are so many kinds but they all end up the same why you could chew a whole graveyard till your your jaw hurts or you grow bored and spit them back into the earth where I don't know what happens I think that's how God must love me I think that's how God must love me I love olive I love I love I love

Day Like Today

I built a fire I put my hand into the flame sure enough I got burned but I felt no pain I felt nothing and nothing's worse than nothing on a day like today on a day like today I could learn to kill a bird a worm someone I loved or someone I love still when the green of living falls unnoticed and undone breathing turns to breath and the sun becomes just the sun and I feel nothing and nothing's worse than nothing on a day like today god damn the architects of tomorrow god damn the vampires of phantom economies god damn the agile sexless dreams of imperfect history may they return into ashes and leave me alone I want to play you I want you to play me I make riotous love I want to taste the labour of it I want to ride with you from here to Montana but I feel nothing and nothing's worse than nothing on a day like today on a day like today

The Last Wound

on my hand was the last wound still yanking me around long after the majors had healed and a thin layer of medical stuff didn't stop the blood didn't stop the blood and I worried that in bed it would make wide red arcs across my linens across my linens sketching out a mysterious logo that would broadcast my vulnerable condition to every dark spirit on the block my shitty luck like a banquet to fill their bellies how could I do my sleep how could I do my sleep how could I do my sleep thinking these horrible things believing the wound to be bigger than me believing the wound to be bigger than me

Dr.Strange

I thought you were crazy I thought you were crazy but you wore your cross with pride and you didn't try to hide behind any false faith maybe you were lost maybe you were found maybe it was me who was confused maybe it was the other way around you told me that you knew I was living in the light maybe I am living in the light or maybe you're crazy or maybe you're crazy or maybe you're right you gave up working for the money the almighty dollar that we all turn tricks for crazy thought you were crazy we talked about that one movie you saw and you were transformed called Dr. Strange about a mystic who does magic spells I told you that was first a comic book drawn by Steven Ditko and written by Stan Lee and you said oh that's cool and I knew you were cool I knew you were cool you walked down by the lake with me and we fed the geese and I knew you weren't crazy you said you knew me you said you knew me you knew I was not crazy you said I was living in the light Jonathan I don't know I don't like the way this feels I don't like the way this feels I don't like the way this feels maybe I could be transformed maybe I could be transformed maybe I am crazy maybe I am crazy

Cockroach

cockroach cockroach I did not take you out it was the exterminator that comes by in the brutal summer months cockroach cockroach I hope you don't mind me saying you look like a drunk Rockette belly-up in the bath tub greeting the last surrender with a crazy-legged dance cockroach cockroach you are super tough no one could deny you that but I've seen this kind of thing before and you're not definitely not going to make it cockroach cockroach I took you to the window box and I set you in the flowers my sister sent last winter and you lived for many days among the azaleas and heather a titan of the living fading into majestic stuff and if it makes you feel any better I've seen this kind of thing before in small towns and big cities in marriages and commerce in all order of life and sometimes I think to myself hey what a shitty thing hey what a shitty deal and other times I feel okay about it cockroach cockroach tonight I feel okay about it tonight I feel okay about it cockroach I feel okay about it

Greetings

today many people called out my name in greeting Richard Luka from high atop the Walker Tracy and Justin who pulled over to tell me the band broke up David Carr back from his seven year medallion fresh from D.C. the salon boys who roll like kittens laughing to the beat a carload of fashion expertise heading into a long night of dance Mr. Marc Bowen fast in his car flashing a smile delivering something somewhere Cooker John at the Bryant Lake Bowl a handshake then I had to go all of the Muddy Water chess heads including Dan who's so large he can't keep his eyes in his head or his pants up either hit the clock Dan time's a wasting that girl Bowen's been sleeping with may her charms endure forever oh yeah and Randy how was Chicago and of course a special thanks to everybody else thanks to all the little people who made this day possible if I could stay erect long enough I'd fuck you all in every hole you ever had and somehow feel less shitty and more connected to you all but since I don't know any of you I guess this song will have to do

88.Whatever

my radio is set to your favorite station you turned the dial a few days or weeks ago 88 point whatever traffic and jazz it's a strange combination but people listen it's a strange combination but people listen influenza and cupcakes steeled toed boots and amorphous yellow sled-dog torpedoes ping pong balls lousy with the jealous french private unhappy niggers it's all the same and I don't have the strength to change anything

Bitches & Machines

Rebecca

Rebecca I never liked your name that’s why I changed it for this song and I can always change whatever I don't like whatever doesn’t go my way I can always change my lips like clouds of thunder broke and brought words of love upon you each hand a sailing ship across your body my fingers were the ghosts of men who died at sea Rebecca I never liked the truth that’s why I changed it for this song my lips like clouds of thunder broke and brought words of love upon you each hand a sailing ship across your body my fingers were the ghosts of men who died at sea Rebecca I never liked this song

When We Were Animals

you loved that song then we were animals the life of smiling rivers held in our mouths green and gravel wild cross-cut farms 20 acres each Becker to Monticello the picture show the druggist the soda shop and your father's garage your mother's very big smoked out couch and we were anything but owls precise machines or even-eyed we were a field mouse jagging through the freshest parts of the truest places and that song found me on highway 10 at 4pm as I drove past the mark of where it all used to be and I was a gray blush riding the periphery If you grew needles If your body was a garden

You Are Special

Some shadows are for eating Some shadows are for play Some shadows crack at dawn Some shadows never go away If you get eaten by a shadow Go deeper in its throat And from your skull carve a skiff Or some other merry float And pilot fast that long cold hollow The tunnel of that endless swallow Until some course appears to you And like a dynamo bust through That punk-ass chew of inky black Who thought to make you his snack Who thought just because you were down He could with impunity fuck around And sink you forever into sleep In his belly for safe keep With all the other things gone bad like Shitty music or a drunk dad But you are not a number two You are every children’s book come true You are a hero, you are a queen, a king You are special You are special You are special You are special

Bitches & Machines

circle goes the sun circle goes the moon chasing the seasons her blackberry hair trailing June and when she calls she calls me captain then we salute and click our heals to earth we're bitches we're machines we're spitting, biting pearls sail on me sail on you sail on sweet thing this good ship is on the loose we're bitches we're machines we're spitting, biting pearls divide if you divide unite if you would unite we're bitches we're machines we're spitting, biting pearls divide if you divide unite if you would unite maybe it's forever or maybe it's just time maybe baby we're just lucky even though we don't always shine we're bitches we're machines we're spitting, biting pearls

Shotgun

shotgun I was out of the barrel and into the body mad run I was out of the barrel and into her body I can't guess the speed I won't go adrift I can't miss shotgun So long I was out of the barrel and long gone dead on I was out of the barrel and dead on touch to destroy love to destroy destroy to destroy I can't guess the speed I won't go adrift I never miss I can't miss

Firecracker

Firecracker you used to mean so much put you in a box or set you on some rocks and throw you in the water and have you go like a miniature war Firecracker you used to mean so much the thrill of watching things blow up and all we had to do was set the lighter to the fuse then kick back and wait a few for your final loving trick Firecracker Firecracker Firecracker Firecracker Firecracker your tiny charm was lost in the minutes of the world that rallied one after the other to make a bigger sound than you Firecracker Firecracker Firecracker Firecracker

Spin

the nature of this kind of action is movement at any cost any point of touch can be about so much spin child spin even fiction is a place you can become you can come from and in that way any point of touch can be about so much the nature of this kind of action is movement at any cost

Start The Fire

every revolution has a mother every song has a start every slave has a master living in their heart once you were a monster once you were a charm once you were described in ink running down the length of my arm you can call me I will return brother you start the fire and I’ll let it burn and I’ve seen my name inside you in the hollow of your bone a tiny dreaming worm a pathenogen a poem you can call me I will return brother you start the fire and I’ll let it burn maybe tomorrow we could get together on the parkway by the trees where the lilies kick the river and the leaves kill the breeze you can call me I will return brother you start the fire and I’ll let it burn

Seed Dude

It just came back to me the memory of these cats that I used to know when I was hanging out on the west bank. particularly this one seed dude named John he was way way into, what's that fella, Buckminster Fuller geodesic dome cat and he was way into seeds and there was something really beautifully passionate about this dude but he was also so totally divorced from ah the rest of the world that I had to pity him I mean he was both sad and ah shining shining because he was into all these crazy cool things that I dug and I thought really spoke of a hopeful future and he was really into the idea of seeds and cultivating seeds and making sure that the planet was seeded properly and he really wanted to curate that process and that's fucking beautiful that's really, really beautiful on other hand that fucker never really bathed much and ah, you know, he's just out there

My Father Is A Giant

my father is a giant once he rocked the land with great authority plunging coast lines into the sea debating the moon calling love's bluff and in general bending what could not be broken I can provoke him I can wash his feet or I can hurt him yeah, I know how to hurt him if I knew the alchemy of giants I would turn him into a bar of solid gold and I would set him at the foot of a small mountain where he could listen to the world for as long as he has not listened to the world and I would take him to the foundry and I would shape him into every kind of man he never knew existed and I would do nothing to repair his shame or his guilt because above all else these are his most treasured things my father is giant I can provoke him I can wash his feet or I can hurt him yeah, I know how to hurt him but what profit is there in conquering the dead and the dying

Thunder In The Sun

I don't have a church all I have is worse hurting after hurt hurting to be hurt thunder in the sun becoming to become I was running just to run salvation's easy hit I was raging full of it tapestries in skin beginning to begin thunder in the sun becoming to become I was running just to run nobody knew her honest touch as much as me alone dripping panicked and obvious onto her china bone my body was a coward howling every hour darkness Jesus mother Jesus thunder in the sun becoming to become I was running just to run who let God out of the box who took the rock off of the top God complicated everything you complicate everything thunder in the sun becoming to become I was running just to run

Sly Machine

I am caught in the womb of this sly machine where she doesn't go ka-chunk or make any unnatural sounds where the well-oiled cogs of an ancient guilt spin idle but not forgotten where she says kiss me then go where we laugh ebullient jelly laughs in the seventh hour before dawn unquestionable champions aching lovers dutiful children of a God whose creature were born for touch so what if you're catholic Jesus was a Jew and I have known nuns who would gladly put out for him think of me like that think of me like that only without the nails in my wrist or ferocious divinity think of me like that we can still be clean only the temperature will change

I Asked God

I asked God please take this away from me Please take this away from me God said ok, I’ll take it away from you I’ve got nothing better to do And in the morning God took it away from me God took it away from me God took it away Happy happy everything I am slipping on a skipping stone I asked God can you give it back to me It’s not what I thought it would be God said ok, I can give it back to you I’ve got nothing better to do And in the evening God gave it back to me God gave it back to me Happy happy everything I am skipping on a slipping stone

This Is An Advertisement

This is an advertisement for you to relax some fortune into my heavy hand into my hungry heart you are not important you are just another oily piston we are inside something bigger that's cranking out success you are not a solider anymore you are not the savior if Diane and Gill who were kind when we were not can't you see can't you see I need you to bleed a little longer This is a catechism this is a shiny boat this is a rare quotation this is a grace note strawberries and lilacs for a bed tungsten beads on a freighter or a train that roll and cover everything that ever crossed our name can't you see can't you see I need you to bleed a little longer This is an advertisement for you to relax some fortune into my heavy hand into my hungry heart

Absolute Prophetic Weakness

Motherless and Disappointed

If we've been over for awhile Then I've been watching like a child Or a judge weighing in on style Motherless and disappointed I used to traffic in the word Of the beloved and unheard A very lonely tired nurse Unable to stop believing But now I see the grinding wheel How the spark holds some appeal The thought of freedom in half bloom Which either kills or rents your room If we've been over for awhile Then I've been watching like a child Or a judge weighing in on style Motherless and disappointed I used to traffic in the word Of the beloved and unheard A very lonely tired nurse Unable to stop believing I'm not sure how you feel Fate fashion future deals The manifest of the failed appeals Executed on pure whim If we've been over for awhile Then I've been watching like a child Or a judge weighing in on style Motherless and disappointed

Opposition Florist

A yellow potato I want to wear a yellow potato I want to wear Opposition Florist take a chance on me Opposition Florist take a chance on me If you can hear the sirens then you’re too late The jerry mandering public is in back of the zzzz I want to wear a yellow potato I want to Relevant accusational Dispossessing rear uvula angle orange Snipping yellow yellow Peanut flake server Disconnecting all chain link informational Digressional yellow associative hand Opposition Florist take a chance on me Opposition Florist take a chance on me Green yellow blue red green yellow puce purple Orange red purple puce green yellow blue red green Yellow puce purple These are the colors of my flower Red yellow green blue cherry after aken ichen Vocal three A yellow potato I want to wear a yellow potato I want to wear Opposition Florist take a chance on me Opposition Florist take a chance on me

Potential Ocular Manipulation

Potential Ocular Manipulation Never felt this good (Never felt this good) I know a sandy beach in Reno Nebraska Made of pink articulated wood (pink articulated wood) Suffer if you have to but Try not to eat after six o’clock (after six o’clock) There’s a tendency to murder Educated mongrels down on the salty docks (down on the salty docks) You’re a lovely picture of wealth Now go out and get some help (go out and get some help) You’re a lovely picture of wealth Now go out and get some help (get some help) Jennifer lives a house or two away from us (away from us) There is a shiny box on the lawn I think its name is gus (I think its name is gus) Who would ever think to run a marathon On stilts in the afternoon Not me (Not me) Who would ever think to run a marathon On stilts in the afternoon Not you (Not you) You’re a lovely picture of wealth Now go out and get some health (go out and get some help) You’re a lovely picture of wealth Now go out and get some help (get some help) Potential Ocular Manipulation Never felt this good (Never felt this good) I know a sandy beach in Reno Nebraska Made of pink articulated wood (pink articulated wood)

Rotary Fascist

Shaking sacred sorrow hungry Anti-rhythmic message bunker Liquid penny delivery system Mobile avian detention poet The currency of youthful adulation Tripping on a bridge of fallow light There is no window to the soul That doesn't blister from the night Don't abuse the beneficial efforts of commercial robots There's nothing on the auction block of worry That would mitigate the impotence of change Let loose every eternal deep blue damnation Bred to chase and bleed and rage. I've seen lovers crawl in locust pools In corners of mucous covered faith Betraying all modalities of reason For just another dirty taste Don't abuse the beneficial efforts of commercial robots Shaking sacred sorrow hungry Anti-rhythmic message bunker Liquid penny delivery system Mobile avian detention poet

Rubber Attic

Rubber attic dispossessed confusion Socratic terminal release An author on the brink of literary conclusions Often times will need a drink Rubber attic dispossessed confusion Rubber attic dispossessed confusion Atrophy subliminal testicular prisons Breeding lots of introverted sheep Sunbeams and caterpillars wild on the prairies Inoculated twenty feet deep Rubber attic dispossessed confusion Rubber attic dispossessed confusion Rubber attic dispossessed confusion Socratic terminal belief A philistine of global scale and derision Might try to sell you something cheap Rubber attic dispossessed confusion Rubber attic dispossessed confusion

Telephonic Globular

Telephonic globular Cluster Mister Telephonic globular Cluster Mister If there’s a way You know I want you to find it If there’s a way You know I want you to go Telephonic globular Cluster Mister Telephonic globular Cluster Mister Last night was my first night alone Before my spirit to took the bone Telephonic globular Cluster Mister Telephonic globular Cluster Mister (Vocal solo) If there’s a way You know I want you to find it If there’s a way You know I want you to go If there’s a way For you to discover Then discover Then discover Telephonic globular Cluster Mister Telephonic globular Cluster Mister If there’s a way I want you to Discover Discover I want you to discover I want you to discover