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Get on to the bus that's gonna take you back to Beelzebub...
Get on to the bus that's gonna make you stop going rub-a-dub... Your words burn the air like the names of candy bars. Your mouth is cold and red, all in rings around your laugh, laughing laughs... And it's a grind-grind, it's a grind, it's a grind-grind... Get on to the bus that's gonna take you back to Beelzebub... Get on to the bus that's gonna make you stop going rub-a-dub... I'll scratch you raw, l'etat c'est moi, I drink the drink, and I'm wall-to-wall. I absorb trust like a love rhombus, I feel I must elucidate, I ate the chump with guile. Quadrilateral I was, now I warp like a smile. Yellow no. 5, yellow no. 5, yellow no. 5... Voulez-vous the bus? Voulez-vous the bus that's gonna take you back to Beelzebub... Voulez-vous the bus that's gonna make you stop going rub-a-dub... And it's a grind-grind, it's a grind, it's a grind-grind... Yellow no. 5, yellow no. 5, yellow no. 5... |
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Normalize the signal and you're banging on freon
paleolithic eon put the fake goatee on and it booms as cool as sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he bombs Stack wax lie like a placemat won't lap or help you at the automat and it's clear and clean as sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he bombs Fossilize apostle and I comb it with a rake you can't escape you pull out the brake and it booms as cool as sugar free jazz |
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Signal got lost to the satellite
Got lost in the Rideup to the Plungedown; Man sends the ray of the electric light Sends the impulse Through the air Down to home And you can stand On the arms Of the Waynesburg Bridge Crying Hey man, well this is Babylon And you can fire out on a bus To the outside world Down to Louisiana You can take her with you I've seen the Rains of the real world Come forward on the plain I've seen the Kansas of your sweet little myth You've never seen it, no, I'm half sick on the drinks you mixed Through your True dreams Of Wichita Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks Push out dead air from a parking garage Where you stand with the keys and your cool hat of silence Where you grip her love like a driver's liscense I've seen you Fire up the gas in the engine valves I've seen your hand turn saintly on the radio dial I've seen the airwaves Pull your eyes towards heaven Outside Topeka in the phone lines Her good teeth smile was winding down Engine sputters ghosts out of gasoline fumes They say You had it, but you sold it You didn't want it, no I'm half drunk on babble you transmit Through your True dreams Of Wichita (freestyle verse) Punch it I got, uh, fed I got, uh, too much things on bounce, uh, my head I got to burn 'em up I got to burn 'em up now I got to go uptown, uptown I got a thing I got a little bit pushed got to stand on the corner and bellow for mush I got a bomb I got a baby bomb bomb got to stand on the corner and bellow for my frien |
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Janine, I drink you up,
Janine, I drink you up, Janine, Janine, I sing, If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh huh, Varick Street and I drove South, With my hands on the wheel and your taste in my mouth, Janine, Jesus to my left, the Holland Tunnel on my right, Angels shine down from the traffic light, Janine, I fell asleep by the blue light of Live at Five, And as I drifted off, I heard Al Roker say to me: Dial one nine hundred, Four Jay Ay En Eye En Ee, Slap myself to waking but now it's too late, Cause I spelled your name out on my licence plate, Janine, |
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Blue eyed devil.
Blue eyed devil. Born to be a God among Salesmen. Working the skinny tie. Slugging down fruit juice. Extra tall extra wide. 33 degrees Six hundred and sixty six Dig digging it, come on. Moving door to door to door. Stoned motel room. Nice cool on the bathroom floor. King of Siam Get the trouble frying. Spoon to the lighter to the lighter to the gun Devil lapsed out in a pool of sun |
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As for my single self I had as lief not be as live to be in awe of such a thing as I myself.
As for my own concern I had as think to think as keep on thinking not so hard as for the brain to burn. And at the salad bar a man he stares into the croutons hypnotized by powers of the Bac-O-Bits. And I expose myself to stimuli unfit for people outside the controls of an experiment. |
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Whoses song id that remembered at random serpentane
Foofetic coils emerging Some other thought is 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 supercopter Here comes the noise it makes The demon was an idea The demon is awake The scratch marks left across the surface of your mind This hour is now upon us The hour has now arrived Unmarked Helicopters hovering The lord is coming soon Unmarked Helicopters hovering They said it was a weather balloon 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 come drag her through the double-lens It goes black black black and black and black all around It goes black black black and black and black all around 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 |
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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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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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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, lazybones. 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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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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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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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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I'm rolling.........
I've gotta get a new balm I've gotta get a tight tension on I've got to slip it up until the rush gets gone I've got to feel it with the hot mind on I'm rolling Hey Norman was it thrown with a broken arm? Bottle it up, to keep it warm I'm rolling I know you got it but you got to go I'm gonna get into the batter so the mix might glow I hate to do it, but I did it though I'm gonna bite into the body like the risk is no risk I got the souped up car and what you call tripping on the boom bap etymological I ride the fader and I ride it low I'm gonna slip into the field like Han Solo I'm rolling One two into the amplifier, the electrified two Into the amplifier, and you got to get to Into the amplifier, one two into the amplifier I'm rolling |
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I stopped the thought before it's drip became insistent
I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it was missing She's widely known the only maquereau that pays her taxes I got to box her for the money, said it might end Reeling and stubling, I've got to bump around a while You don't use words like that, St. Louise is listening You rang the eskimo to meet you at the station Oh he's like milk to you half swedish and half asian And your aphasia strikes a bargain with the barter yard I got to box you for the money, said it might end Reeling and stumbling, I've got to bump around a while You don't use words like that, St. Louise is listening I could be your babydoll, I could be your doll baby I could be the things you want I could do it all for you Let me get up on it, let me let me |
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Lifting me up like a garage door
I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on I know you Lord are a jealous lord I know the tablet is your competition And I need for you to be reasonable How much? She said for three hundred dollars I'll do it Beating me down just like a rain storm I need to feel it when the rain starts coming on I know the skin is a jealous skin I know the sky it is its competition |
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When you were languishing in rooms I built to foul you in
And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in I don't need to walk around in circles When the ghostly dust of violence traces everything And when the gas runs out just wreck it, you insured the thing But I can't sigh now that you made the move It has gone and gone to dogs, lay down on the floor For the right price I can get everything Slip into the car, go driving to the farthest star |
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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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The five percent Nation of corduroy.
The five percent Nation of Marlboro. The five percent Nation of pay-per-view. The five percent Nation of nipple clamps. The five percent Nation of Milton Bradley. The five percent Nation of Casiotone. The five percent Nation of Casiotone. 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80, 85, 90, 95, 100! The People's Republic of Lake Edna. The People's Republic of S.A.S.E. The People's Republic of lemony fresh. The People's Republic of chocolaty delicious. The People's Republic of lumps in my oatmeal. The People's Republic of Casiotone. The People's Republic of Casiotone. 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80, 85, 90, 95, 100! Yor, Yor, he's a man, he's a man. Yor, Yor, he's a man, he's a man. Everybody's movin' Everybody's movin' Everybody's movin', movin', movin', movin'... 1 2 3, 4 5 6, 7 8 9, 10 11 12. The five percent Nation of Harmful Free Radicals. The five percent Nation of Oxygen Cocktails. The five percent Nation of Casiotone. |
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