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Move aside
and let the man go through. Let the man go through. If I stole Somebody else's wave To fly up. If I rose Up with the avenue Behind me. Some kind of verb. Some kind of moving thing. Something unseen. Some hand is motioning to rise, to rise, to rise. Too fat, fat you must cut lean You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine Chump, change, and it's on, super bon bon Super bon bon, Super bon bon And by The phone I live In fear Sheer Chance Will draw You in To here. posted by DJ Freak |
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| 2. |
| 3:13 |
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The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun,
I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk. Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and Watch the water roll down. Phantom kisses buzzing like the insects. Beads of sweat dripping down on the rent check. My Candyland melted down to syrup while I Watched the water roll down. And here comes the lust in phaze, but you're down in Marietta. So sweet my mouth was seared, But the words you mouthed were sweeter. My Sister, Your words can be held against you in a court of law. My Sister, You owe no allegiance to the facts, yeah, Talking like the saint on the site of the accident. Talking like the clause in the lease about the late rent. Ringing like the random call patched to the payphone. Talking like the water rolls down. And here comes the lust in phaze, but you're down in Marietta. So sweet my mouth was seared, But the words you mouthed were sweeter. Talking like the saint on the site of the accident. Talking like the botched shot, attempt on the President. Ringing like the change in the legless man's Dixie Cup. Talking like the water rolls down. Day Undone, Day Undone, Day Undone, Watch the water roll down. |
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| 2:38 |
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Whose song is that remembered? At random, surpenting Throught fatty coils, emerging some other thought it's thinking this light stands above the houses on the ground this illumination visited upon the whole land unmarked helicopters hovering the lord is coming soon here comes the super copter here comes the noise it makes the demon was an idea the demon is awake scratch mark traced across the surface of your mind this hour, now upon us the hour, now arrived unmarked helicopters hovering the lord is coming soon unmarked helicopters hovering they said it was a weather balloon but i know the truth i know the whole shebang i know the names of men they had to hang i let her out the trunk heard what she said at them they've come to drag us through the double M it goes black black black black and blacker it goes black black black black and blacker it goes black black black black and blacker it goes black black black black and blacker unmarked helicopters hovering the lord is coming soon unmarked helicopters hovering they said it was a weather balloon it was a weather balloon it was a weather balloon it was a weather balloon it was a weather balloon it was a weather balloon |
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| 4. |
| 3:07 |
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Easy places to get away to.
Easy limbs languid all around you. All my time is Dirt on your hands. Fingers drifting Down my spine now. Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall. Soundtrack to Mary. Many minds wandering from room to room. Many trees slain just to write it to you. Many rays blinding, Almost drowning, Keep this whole shine, Locked in my room. Throw back the noise, get another one. Pour out the rum, I've been drunk enough. I know the sound that you made and I Can't seem to unremind myself. I hope you feel better later on. |
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| 4:49 |
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When all the limbs are numb and clean,
and you're in transit, dream to dream, I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones. When all the world has lain and sank, and money sleeps inside the banks, I'll drift there to meet you, layzbones. Cameraman sways to remember how the eye dances, drunkenness is a hand-held scrambling down Delancey I come stumbling; well I hear you had to take a shine and firing at random, I hear the rays fell upon mine. Cool you, Miss Amaze, with a handful of water trucks encircling, bearing down, coming louder. If I could stay here, under your idle caress and not exit to the world and phoniness and people. When all the noise has left your head will someday you rise off the bed? I'll be there to lift you, lazybones. |
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| 6. |
| 3:12 |
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Her knees thrust in one direction
like a symbol of math, a symbol meaning Greater Than I come recommended by four out of five I'm a factor in the whole plan Four and five therefore nine Nine and nine therefore eighteen Eighteen and eighteen therefore thirty-six Four and five therefore nine Sometimes I was drifting on a coffee buzz Quantify my luck I need a mercy fuck You crowd me out. You crowd me out. posted by DJ Freak |
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| 2:55 |
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A murder of lawyers in overcoats.
A murder of lawyers in overcoats. A murder of lawyers in overcoats, shoulders up, heads slung low, looking like a swarm of M's swarming the crosswalk. Looking up at a window on the forty-fourth floor. Blueeyed Jew Mystic from a rhythm section, his hands cupped around the dignified hijiki of human speech. Muslim baritones idle with their hands down. And the gat that fattens your jacket pocket Plugs slugs in vain Through the body of the immaterial witness. And that which is Ugly and feeds on The Law comes into the conference room singing federal jargon. Their necks are covered in chocolatey growths. Spat up an eyeful of steam in the lumber yard parking lot. Written in her own shit with a ground down fork. Written in her own shit with a ground down fork Written in her own shit with a ground down fork. Written in her own shit with a ground down fork. |
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| 8. |
| 2:41 |
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The Goat chewed up
Once a tin can The Goat shat out was a Ford Sedan Like an eyeball Like a square cut Like a funny car Like a monster truck Call up bop and I'm bunting stomach Koko mop I chop chunking plummet Thud on top, I ate the Chocodile And ever since then, I got disseminated The Jupiter Moon, I got disseminated The Average Man, I got disseminated It's a self-fulfilling prophecy Toots Hibbert At the wrong prom Serves a beat down On a tom tom Like Genius Like Dervin Like Joseph Like Jason. posted by DJ Freak |
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| 9. |
| 3:06 |
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Mid-level manager
Says he heard about Some mulatto girl Shot him in the mouth And left him a hotel Near the mid-south offices He worked in distribution, Regional vice-president Collapse, unload it, pop! pop! I must accumulate, unload it, Pop! Pop! I must accumulate Well the soil is rich Competition fat Ripe and vulnerable Oozing from the slats And too cash-heavy, bloated Sitting there all puckered up Index of numbers is Scrolling upscreen, scrolling up Smash it down to digits Gut it out and break it down Liquid assets are Seeping down, seeping down now Seeping down, seeping down now. posted by DJ Freak |
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| 10. |
| 4:51 |
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exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers
jewels cleaving skin between breasts your cadillac reads 400 horses over blue lines you are going to Recida to make love to a model from Ohio whose real name you don't know you spin like the cadillac was overturning down a cliff on television and the radio is on and the radio man is speaking and the radio man says women were a curse so men built Paramount studios and men built Columbia studios and men built Los Angeles it is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles it is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles and the radio man says it is a beautiful night out there and the radio man says rock and roll lives and the radio man says it is a beautiful night out there in Los Angeles you live in Los Angeles and you are going to Recida we are all in some way or another going to Recida some day, to die and the radio man laughs because the radio man fucks a model too gone savage for teenagers with automatic weapons and boundless love gone savage for teenagers who are aesthetically pleasing, in other words, fly Los Angeles beckons the teenagers to come to her on buses Los Angeles loves love it is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles it is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles i am going to Los Angeles to build a screenplay about lovers who murder eachother i am going to Los Angeles to see my own name on a screen five feet long and luminous as the radio man says it is 5 a.m. and the sun has charred the other end of the world and come back to us and painted the smoke over our heads an imperial violet it is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles it is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles you are listening you are listening-a |
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| 11. |
| 3:57 |
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Everything is going up.
Everything is going as planned, yeah. Everything moves along. Everything is fine, fine, fine. Oh I could be Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering. I could Slip on the East River and crash into Queens all skittering. I've seen the Cops and the robbers, and I know they dance the same. I've seen a Half a zillion girls and haven't spoken to a single one of them. Batting in the light, My reptile-lidded eyes. And all this strung end to end, Is wider than the mind. And this cool I've been playing I have been Playing too long now my Capacities are dwindling 'til they're Gone Gone Gone. Baby can I change my mind? I just want to change my mind. |
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| 12. |
| 4:25 |
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Is you am a dog?
Is you got a dog? Is you am a dog? Hold closed the jaw. How many cans must I stack up To wash you out of my mind, Out of my consciousness? How many times must I cash out To bring you back the check, fat Off of my slenderness? She says |
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