Soul Coughing

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

Oh pride is not a sin,
And that's why I have gone on down to Wal-Mart
With my checkbook to get you some.

Like waves in which you drown me, shouting

I knoe you must've realized by now

And by the lawnchairs there
Next to the racks of guns
Your self esteem is waiting
Canned up in alluminum

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,

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

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

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...

New York, New York
I won't go back
Indelible reminder of the steel I lack
I gave you seven years
What did you give me back?
A jaw-grind, disposistion to a panic attack

On this side the incumbent
And who quoth
There's only one everything
Red sucker mouth

I don't mind the worry following me like a dinosaur
I don't fear I am descending into the molten core
So far, I have not found the science
But the numbers keep on circling me

I'm gonna give you most of mine
I'm gonna give it if I don't slip you

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

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

Stop hitching the monster man
It was a bad plan,
but I had to get to town
Unbitten,
but the way I found it was a hand came down
And pow,
I got illuminated

That's why I have got my mind in my own

Hand over the wave,
hand over the water,
the realest of the real
It's like the burnout said - phenomenon

To the ruder bar in a Buddha plump van
It was a stamped can,
it was a clamor
Understanding,
and all you people jumping but we raised the bar
You're dumber than a box of rocks
Give up, star

The inscrutable,
the irrefutable,
the illegible,
the indisputable
The undisputed

Makes me go on a dig

Shooed out like a house fly
This house was half my mind
I don't dispute the doubts you've outlined
But it's my right to waste your time

These things
May come to be
and these things
won't kill me
and these things
it stands to reason
these things
please tell me

throw out the la-la by the busload
Match the photo to the description
I do indeed and shall continue
Dispatch the shiftless man to points beyond

and spieling
so ceaselessly
is my grief
please spare me
your feelings
the spattering
it bores me
don't test me

and half-masted
bass boosted
sling-backed
fully retractable

Burned in on the 8th of May
She was spectacular
I walk the halfmoon by the busstop
sliding cross the street to her

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

I met a girl on roller skates
Ahe had a spare bag,
she had lost some weight
Where I used to work,
she was a waitress
She proposed a trade,
it was generous

She's gone to Houston,
feel like I'm floating in a warm sea
And if she finds out when she comes back,
I know that she wil leave me

Oh I heard a sign, it was a dull crack
It was a clock hand,
It was snapping back
Oh it wasn't her's,
it was the dope's kiss
I'll take the blame upon my shoulder,
I just love to feel like this

Roller Boogie, motherfucker

Dumb bah did du dumb

I need time to scrounge the rent,
need time to contemplate the accident
I got to drag my ass to now,
how did I come to stop here?
And oh I knew the gas was gone
but I had to rev the motor
Pull back the hand you might get it cut off in the rotor

Maybe I'll come down

She's on Laureate's turf,
she's on Laureate's side
She's in a better state,
she feels a better fire
And oh I dreamed a great parade,
shooting all the guns in Brooklyn
The man who had a spare held out two
and then you and then you took one

Freeze or burn, all else is only icing

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

Blame
Is the cure
Cure anything
Throw the rudder down
Throw the rudder down
Broad
Latitude
Broad latitude
Throw the rudder down
Throw the rudder down

His eyes go funny, you can't place why.
All dolled up in bellhop drag.

It is like a burden to the beat,
to the long gone.

I was once misinformed about your intentions.

Were you right to burn the rock star?
Were you right to drop the roster?

One dollar bill, one dollar bill.
Nah nah nah.

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.