Thanks for the ether

My Little Shirtwaist Fire

Once it started
The frail and fainthearted
Just withered to the floor

Oh, so sadly
We examined hands burned badly
By that which no man fears more

The terrible flames of
All that remains of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire

My best friend
Was alone in the alcove
Does anyone see her there?

Such a sweet face
Trapped in a staircase
By the smell of her own burning hair and the

Terrible flames of
All that remains of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire

Glow baby glow as the embers they died there
Nobody knows what we saw inside there
Twisting and burning
the girls' fine young bodies

Yes, we're burning can you help us please?
Yes, we're begging, we're on bended knees
Oh, My Little Shirtwaist Fire

Girls work hard for
Small rewards or
Invitations to dine.

Or one kind word from
One who loves them but
What I have earned is mine

The terrible flames of
All that remain of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire

Glow baby glow as the embers they died there
Nobody knows what we saw inside there
Twisting and burning, the girls' fine young bodies

Yes, we're burning can you help us please?
Yes, we're begging, we're on bended knees
Oh, My Little Shirtwaist Fire

Stumpside

All that I have is this dull paring knife
Peeling potatoes for the rest of my life
Dirt floors make dust so I hope for the best
I carry candies with pains in my chest

Face tied together with three times used string
Follow me see what I mean

Fixing a fencepost or feeding a cow
Two penny saltlick I never ask how
Animals like me though folks turn away
I like the pigeons I like what they say

Face tied together with three times used string
Follow me see what I mean

We come alone and leave alone and look the horse in the mouth
We scratch the skin and break the bone and see birds migrating south.

By the side of the stump where she told us these things
If you hear a bell ring you get some wings.
Don't bother looking for what I've neglected to bring.
By the side of the stump where she told us these things
If you hear a bell ring you get some wings.
She's fallen farther than feathers that float in the wind.

I saw a wishing well down by the stream
I never understood what wishes mean
Just ask for nothing you get what you get.
I asked for something I've not got it yet.
Face tied together with three times used string
Follow me see what I mean

We come alone and leave alone and look the horse in the mouth
We scratch the skin and break the bone and see birds migrating south.

By the side of the stump where she told us these things
If you hear a bell ring you get some wings.
Don't bother looking for what I've neglected to bring.
By the side of the stump where she told us these things
If you hear a bell ring you get some wings.
She's fallen farther than feathers that float in the wind.

Nozzle

Nozzle, nodule, eraser, chip: a few thoughts on the subject by a little nothing.
What was so obviously strange, yet mystifyingly true about the whole situation,
Was Miss Connie Pallups failure to grasp that the time was indeed
Now if she was to ever recover vitality to her immortal envelope.
Oh sure, she liked perfume and she had a lot of it, too.
But pampered wisps do not a clothdoll make.
And there we have a lesson that is easier to speak of than it is to, how you say, live by?

Transylvanian Concubine

If you want to know how
To fly high, then go now
To the place where all the concubines....

Meet and converse with them
Marvel at their pale skin
Wonder how they chew on their pointy....

Teeth and hair are beauty
They know it's their duty
To be countess in their hearts and their....

Minds that have to whisper
See in them a sister
Look into their eyes and you'll be a

Transylvanian Concubine
You know what flows here like wine

Sorrow is their master
Cackling with laughter
Now he's having just one piece of....

Cakey is their make up
Catholics try to shake up
All the things that form their lives, but they're....

Dead, their sighs, their songs
They know what they do is wrong
Stay here with us
it's just time
Transylvanian Concubine

Candelabra's lighted
Satan has been sighted
Never has there been an evening like....

This is what they wanted
Always to feel hunted
You can never be too rich or too....

Thin, the blood has run out
Fangs ruin any cute pout
Morning has come now they've flown
What have you learned from what has been shown?

Why Don't You Do Right?

( Peggy Lee Cover )

You had plenty money 1922
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right
Like some other men do?

Sitting there wondering what it's all about
If you ain't got no money they are going to
Put you out
Why don't you do right
Like some other men do?

Get out of here and
Bring me some money too?

I fell for your jive and I took you in
Now all you got to offer me's a fifth of gin
Why don't you do right
Like some other men do?
Why don't you get out of here and
Bring me some money too?

Mr. E. Leon Rauis

I keep pictures of him in my mind yeah you know the kind they curl up on the edges, the corners are bended into a trick pulled from behind.
Physically he is serene he looks good he looks clean yeah I know he's dead but I know what he said and I think I might know what he mean.
With many thanks for your well, well wishes he says believe me, sincerely yours Mr. E Leon Rauis would say it's sentiment which he abhors.
Seventeen Union Square North did he walk back and forth in the glass at the shop did he smile did he stop for awhile did he question his worth?
Seventeen Union Square West dressed up looking his best Mr. E. Leon Rauis could never know how this would seem his one small request.
With many thanks for your well, well wishes he says believe me, sincerely yours Mr. E Leon Rauis would say it's sentiment which he abhors.

Regretfully so he still wants you to know of the things in his heart he can't say.
His penmenship does a disservice
It's illegible to this day.

Oh, Mr. E. Leon Rauis believe me
I hope it all turned out okay

Picking a shop for the shoot did he buy a new suit? Was he tall, was he kind, did he finally find it that day, was his end absolute? He got old like everyone, was he somebody's son? Did he fail, did he try to succeed or deny what he knew or things he had done?

With many thanks for your well, well wishes he says believe me, sincerely yours Mr. E Leon Rauis would say it's sentiment which he abhors.

The Donner Party

The similarities and situations between the Donner Party and the colonial Pilgrims is both appalling, frightening, and incomplete. In both cases you'll find, one, a fairly large group of ill-prepared greenhorns pitting themselves against nature and each other, two, an insufficient willingness to endure the very real hardships of frontiering and, three, coinsidential misfortune at every turn. Number three, coinsidential misfortune at every turn. Disasters at both camps were initially brought about by departure, delay, and desert inertia; which caused our heroes to begin their journeys at absolutely retarded times weatherwise. If fantasy is the refuge of a frightened man, and a castle in the air is a safe harbor for a foolish few, just imagine living in a hut buried twelve feet below the snow, with the sight and smell of the scattered carcasses of loved ones at your feet; it is the lay of the land, just another day. I would like to propose that cannibalism was indeed rampant among America's earliest settlers: The Pilgrims. For what does settler imply, if not the willingness to settle? To settle for a meal of human flesh if my thoughts on the subject are to be believed. In conclusion, spread the word of this. Look to the night sky, and hark back to our forefathers' shortcomings, and your own, as you cut your meat and lay the groundwork for a new tomorrow.

Endormorph

Morning has broken and what do I see but
Those same bloody fingerprints following me
It don't pay to be careful don't pay to be nice
So it's backwards and forwards and back again twice
I don't think I'll try it again.

Guilty was all that I felt until now
Go ahead say I'm wrong
But I'm curious how all you people get up
And then don't arrive late
Do you pray every day and then patiently wait?
I don't think I'll try again

I'm known as The Endomorph
I'm slow, I go back and forth
I'm known as The Endomorph
Punishment comes for no reason I've seen
Then it stays for a while keeping quiet
Between what you said would take place if my big mouth was shut
And I pray every day, and it's all okay
But I don't think I'll try again.
I'm known as The Endomorph
I'm slow, I go back and forth
I'm known as The Endomorph
I'm known as The Endomorph

Brand new key

( Melanie Safka cover )

I rode my bicycle past your window last night
I rollerskated to your door at daylight
It almost seems like you're avoiding me
I'm okay alone but you've got something I need

I've got a brand new pair of rollerskates
You got a brand new key
I think that we should get together and try them on to see

I've been lookin around awhile
you've got something for me
I've got a brand new pair of rollerskates
You got a brand new key

I ride my bike, I rollerskate don't drive no car
Don't go to fast, but I go pretty far
For somebody who don't drive, I've been all around the world
Some people say I done alright for a girl

I asked your mother if you were at home
She said yes, but you weren't alone
Oh, sometimes I think that you're avoiding me
I'm okay alone but you got something I need

I've got a brand new pair of rollerskates
You got a brand new key
I think that we should get together and try them on to see
Oh, I got a brand new pair of rollerskates
You've got a brand new key

Crybabies

Two big babies met
On a winter's day
They thought they'd get
All dressed up to play
So they went outside
Never to return
They laugh
They hide
Babies never learn

But they cry and they cry
Who said babies never die?
They cry
Who said babies never die?

One pushed the other down
Into the salty snow
He looked around
No one would ever know

Bad things happen to babies all the time
They laugh at who kisses then times nine

But they cry and they cry
Who said babies never die?
They cry
Who said babies never die?

Howard Hughes

One, two
One, two, three

He want you to put this plate of crumbs back into the frigerator
When you do, he wants you to make sure to bring this plate with dessert later
Stand to the right
Give him a bite
Insulate the bed
Shoot him up when he's dead.

He wants you to take a box kleenex and cut it with a knife
Use a stack of tissues for each hand
killing germs could save his life
Climb into the cockpit
He drops his pants to grin
Just act like it's nothing
Just nod and smile at him.

Howard Hughes pops a valium blue
and he reclines the naked chair
and watches just one more movie
Howard Hughes has got something on you
when the fingers grow long
And the toenails they wrap around him
Howard Hughes
What he did
What he'd do

He wants you to seal windows and doors of his hotel room with tape
He will be alowed to pee on floors
cause his codeine constipates.
Listen to him moan
About a multi million loan
Don't answer the phone.
It's been a long time since he's flown.

Howard Hughes pops a valium blue
and he reclines the naked chair
and watches just one more movie
Howard Hughes has got something on you
when the fingers grow long
And the toenails they wrap around him
Howard Hughes
What he did
What he'd do

Howard Hughes pops a valium blue
and he reclines the naked chair
and watches just one more movie
Howard Hughes has got something on you
when the fingers grow long
And the toenails they wrap around him
Howard Hughes
What he did
What he'd do

Sister Sleep

We like to smoke pot.
We like it a lot.
Our small eyes are tearing for what we have not.
The nice pipe is here.
A lighter is near.
I won't become freaked out,
Fear not, sister dear.
We miss the blue sky.
It is cold, we will cry.
Our being mind is waning and we now know why.
We want to feel warm, yet outside the norm.
We want to be a cradle-held, and then to be reborn.

Fives Fleas

Five fleas band together
Against all odds to form a new company.
A new company, performing treachery, translations,
Advice to givers, and other varied services.

Starting in new business in any climate
Is always very very difficult.
But these stars had charisma, had it,
The extra x-quotient, the pure,
Unadulterated scheltsbar that put them head and
Shoulders above the rest.
What they lacked, however, was backing.
So if you know anybody that can help them out...

Any Old Actress

They saw her break through barriers forty feet high
It was the finest moment in a long life
Young boys would hang her pictures over their bed
They saw her mouth move but they couldn't hear what she said

You're a souvenir a darling dear
She used to say that kind of thing
You're a mantlepiece with strong beliefs
Only her black rainbow meant something

Don't cry for her now
Oh yeah
Don't cry for her
Oh yeah

I saw the sailor talking with the cops
I saw the sailor walking with the cops
First comes the nurse, just got back from war
She had a feather in her cap
That's all she wore
Then comes the mother and she's got a friend
And they start yelling at you and that's how it all began

It's one of those things you should not try at home
What's meant by intentional falls can never be known
Any old actress worth her salt outta know
The higher you are you want to see what's below
And old actress worth her salt outta know
The higher you are you want to see what's below
And old actress worth her salt outta know

Dig Ophelia

Dig Ophelia, consider it dug.
Flowers madness and polar bear rug
Here's the water, just ankle deep high.
Lay back and relax and look up at the sky.
Your eyes never close, your mind's not at rest,
Lay back, get waterlogged
Give us a kiss.
Water spreads the small seed
Water kills the tall weed.
Ophelia.
Cut the stem and you'll see how you feel
Floating orchids just ain't no big deal
Never knowing's like knowing too much
Tap the table, oh here's more bad luck.
Your eyes never close, your mind's not at rest,
Lay back, get waterlogged
Give us a kiss.
Water spreads the small seed,
Water kills the tall weed.
Ophelia.
Ophelia.

Kate Moss

If you think real hard about the aches,
The card, the blackboard that you've drawn on for so long.
You realize that it's gone, and with it that swan song,
The mirror of your life has turned to shards.
If that means broken glass,
Na'er you won't have the chance to laugh
At those who always laughed at you.
Think back - yes it's cool,
To jump up and be through,
When even worser things have come to pass.

Rusty The Skatemaker

She was born in an oil-drum South side of Chicago
When East St. Louis was not far away.
She'd lace knives to her boots and go down to the riverbed
Skate around and around till the night became day.
The cannery fellows would follow her everywhere
From the grocery store to the B.Q.E.
With their hearts all aglow from her icy back-at-you stare.
When her teeth became tight when her eyes couldn't see.
And she told herself that this was enough.
For a girl who was born in an oil-drum
She had her skates didn't need lots of stuff.
She didn't need it but she still wanted some.
She had one thing that she liked and she kept around
She would take it with her to the riverbed.
As she skated around she always thought of a pretty sound
That she heard as a girl in her mother's bed.
The sound of some breathing another breath in and out
When some lungs expand and contract like they do.
And she looked at herself in the ice of the riverbed and
She saw a girl one which she could see through.

Trust All-Stars

You're not the boy that you say you are.
You come from outerspace you drive a rental car.
Thanks, but no thanks just the same.
Time was when this became obvious.
You're eyes were never clear, you did not eat enough.
Strangely afraid of the rain.
Trust all stars.
Never ask your way around.
Buffalo is Venus.
Texas is a town.
Planets we know do come and go
When meltable aliens run toward the snow.
Missions are fine but piece of mind
Won't come from a boyfriend who lies all the time.
Alien wishes won Damn the sight
Scanning those soggy skies with a small reading light.
harder to see late at night.
Millions of listeners close their ears
Hoping their dinner's warm stifling sunny cheers.
Wait till dinner's done to start to fight.

How we quit the forest

The Olde HeadBoard

What becomes a legend most?
I'll let you think about it,
Space Ghost coast-to-coast
While I give thanks today
For all the things I stole
And all the things I gave away.
You make experiment, you try to
Teach a lesson and then take a stand.
A fake handshake don't make no man.

I don't know about a year ago or so
I must have made you up in my head.
What did I base you on?
Was it a Broadway show I saw?
A hot new book I read?
Half-baked you come at me
You know I told you not to call here no more.
The New Best Friend, The Olde Headboard.

Yo no comprendo, mi amour.
Oh no, yo no comprendo.
The New Best Friend, The Olde Headboard.

Where'd you get the dumb idea
For all the secretive platonic dating?
I have experience
In the love and the lives
Of Man and Machine.

Yo no comprendo, mi amour.
Oh no, yo no comprendo.
The New Best Friend, The Olde Headboard.

What becomes a legend most?
The love and the lives of Man and Machine.
Olde Headboard.

The love and the lives of Man and Machine.
Olde Headboard.

LeechWife

You study hard and go west
You'll go far, little girl.
Now try hard and be the best
The best in all the world.
You can create a demand
For this your special skill.
You will be healing the ill.
It's surgery, but with no knife.
She'll make a great LeechWife.

You get the suckers to suck
To suck out what is bad.
'Cause this is science not luck.
Luck is not what you've had.
But now you've brought yourself up.
Surprise your Mom and Dad
With this, your special skill.
You will be improving your life.
She'll make a great LeechWife

You don't need no Nu-Age crap.
Good sense is what it makes.
You'll learn it in no time flat.
One leech is all it takes.
It sucks the blood till it's fat.
It's found in ponds and lakes.
The dried up skin then turns black.
You can can be one of the fakes
The quacks and the riff-raff.
She's honing her LeechCraft.

All healed and none killed.
Leech empty, leech filled.
She's honing her LeechCraft skills.
Just think of the folks that she will heal.
She'll make a great LeechWife.

You Don't Own Me

( Lesley Gore Cover )

You don't own me, no.
I'm not one of your little toys.
You don't own me, no.
You can't keep me from those other boys.

Don't tell me what to do and
Don't tell me what to say.
When I go out with out with you
Don't put me on display.

You don't own me, no.
Don't try to change me in any way.
You don't own me, no.
Don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay.

I don't tell you what to say.
I don't tell you what to do.
Just let me be myself.
That's all I ask of you.

You don't own me, no.
I'm not one of your little toys.
You don't own me, no.
You can't keep me from those other boys.

Don't tell me what to do and
Don't tell me what to say.
When I go out with out with you
Don't put me on display.

I don't tell you what to say.
I don't tell you what to do.
Just let me be myself.
That's all I ask of you.

I'm wrong.
I love to be free.

I'm wrong. Yeah, I love to be wrong.
I'm free. Yeah, I love to be free.
Free to do whatever I want.
To live my life the way that I please.

The New Zero

He has agreed
To take me
To the Ice Hotel from the magazine

What we will need
Is a gleaming key
Made of ice as well
By the finest ice machine.

It's there that no one will stare
At your jaws and your long fur
The claws in your fingers.

It's in the past when the passerby laughed
At your strange way of speaking
Your batteries leaking
Oh no

Oh God no
They don't know
The New Zero.

Uniforms worn
So leisurely.
The reindeer skins
The privacy

How was he born?
He's asking me
Flapping his fins
Very impressively.

It's there that no one will stare
At your jaws and your long fur
The claws in your fingers.

It's in the past when the passerby laughed
At your strange way of speaking
Your batteries leaking
Oh no

Oh God no
They don't know
The New Zero. He has agreed
To take me
To the Ice Hotel.

I really don't care and neither does he
If this hotel melts into the sea
Polished and so rare, this is the way that we see.
The coldness helps, it's our favorite remedy.

It's there that no one will stare
At your jaws and your long fur
The claws in your fingers.

It's in the past when the passerby laughed
At your strange way of speaking
Your batteries leaking, oh no!

Oh God no
They don't know
The New Zero. He has agreed
To take me
To the Ice Hotel.

Rose K.

She doesn't know the man
Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand.
She just looks out to sea.
He's talking endlessly.

Oh, why won't he shutup?
I take my medicine
I crush the paper cup.
Oh, maybe he's my son
And he's coming to set me free.

She knows that she forgot
That there's a story and she
Can't recall the plot.
Of course her family fought
Over the furniture.

Oh, I don't know why they
Have taken all my favorite things away.
But one thing that's for sure
I don't know what they were.

They say a stone is a marker
And that it has weight.
They say it's solid
But it can deteriorate.

The air is like a hand
Reminding her of all the things she's planned.
Like air that thought is gone
Never to come again.

We came out to the beach to find the mind I've lost and cannot reach.
I used to keep it here.
It was much cleaner then.

They say a rose is a flower
And that it is red.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts
And then it is dead.

They say a stone is a marker
And that it has weight.
They say it's solid
But it can deteriorate.

They say a rose is a flower
And that it is red.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts
And then it is dead.

Oh, Rose Kennedy.

DwarfStar

I wanna tell ya 'bout my friend the dwarfstar
I wanna tell ya 'bout my friend the dwarfstar

The first time I met him
He said he was a dwarfstar
Cause he was small
And he was... Famous

I wanna tell ya 'bout my friend the dwarfstar

The second time I met him
He said I could never be a dwarfstar
Because I was too tall
And I wasn't... Famous

I wanna tell ya 'bout my friend the dwarfstar

The thir.... The second time I mean
That I went to see him
He was not in a very good mood
He said "stop comin' around here!"

I wanna tell ya 'bout my friend the dwarfstar
I wanna tell ya 'bout my friend the dwarfstar

The last time
That I went to see him
He had passed away

I wanna tell ya
I wanna tell ya
I wanna tell ya
I wanna tell ya
I wanna tell ya 'bout my friend the dwarfstar
I wanna tell ya 'bout my friend the dwarfstar
I wanna tell ya 'bout my friend the dwarfstar
I wanna tell ya 'bout my friend the dwarfstar

The end...

Sign of the Zodiac

Do you beleve in the Signs of the Zodiac?
Haven't you found that the systems for
Planning always fail?

Can you avoid what gave Daddy his heart attack?
Have you tried everything, anything
All to no avail?

I know what you need.
This will really work.
In ancient times, if you were sick
They make you bleed.
Oh, honey I know it hurts.

Look all around you and notice you're not alone.
We want to gice you the courage to
Go a different way.
Think of the love and attention we all have shown.
What did we do when we heard, well, we
All came right away.

I know what you need.
This will really work.
In ancient times, if you were sick
They make you bleed.
Oh, honey I know it hurts.

Do you believe in the Signs of the Zodiac?

I know what you need.
This will really work.
In ancient times, if you were sick
They make you bleed.
Oh, honey I know it hurts.

Do you believe in the Signs of the Zodiac?

TrenchMouth

Yeah, he was big landowner.
He was a bad mouthbreather.
But you can see his station wagon stand alone.
Woulda, coulda, we should have known.

He was a failed cropduster.
I am his little sister.
He was a whistleblower for the F. D. A.
Maybe was them sent him away.
He was a football player.
He didn't have a lot to say.

That guy's a lousy actor.
He was a hard-core cracker.
He wore a trenchcoat and he waved the Dixie flag.
But he's my brother, so I brag.
Don't be a dark naysayer.
So they all said he was a fag.

He had a really big TrenchMouth
When we were living way down South.
He had a really big TrenchMouth.

It's on the edge of nowhere.
No way for them to go there.
I know I'm not much help, but here is where I'll stay.
I'm hoping they'll find him some day.
I should put up some flyers.
Can you think of another way?

He had a really big TrenchMouth
When we were living way down South.
Then he up and disappeared.
He just left his car up here.

He had a really big TrenchMouth
When we were living way down South.
He had a really big TrenchMouth.
Nobody seems to know why he
Would disappear just leave me here.
On a dirty hill for all time
Me and the pinetree that I stand behind.

He had a really big TrenchMouth
When we were living way down South.
He had a really big TrenchMouth.

Herb Girls of Birkenau

Experiment victims walk by on a hill
With berries in aprons, I still see them. Still
See black empty eyes staring, no hair, yet ahead
There's no dignity there. They're not living not dead.

Swayback and Ripcord and parachute face
Were pulled from the water and put in a place
I've no been to, but what you'll find
Is the kommandant hoarding the vegetable rinds.

It's not like they mattered.
Who sucked out your spirit?
Listen how we shout at them.
They can't hear it.

It's not fair
And it seems impossible
That it happened at all.
That there were people who saw
The Herb Girls of Birkenau.

The Herb Girls of Birkenau walk by on a hill.
With berries in aprons, I still see them still.

It's not fair
And it seems impossible
That it happened at all.
That there were people who saw the herb girls.

But what's fair?
Anything is possible.
But can you understand that there were people who saw the herb girls?

It's not fair.
And it seems impossible
That there were people there.
There were people who saw the Herb Girls of Birkenau.

Mayfly

The fly
Of May
It lives
One day.

When that day is done
The MayFly does not complain.
It flies into the setting sun.
It goes back to the place
From which it came

The fly
Of May

Ask how
Ask why
One day
MayFly.
That's all
You get.
You give
No thought
To it.

Me, my life is long
With reasons few like you.
When I go and when I'm gone
I will understand these things
I never knew.

The fly
Of May.

One day one day one day one day
It's long enough
If you really think about it.

The fly
Of May
It lives
One day.

Christian Soldiers

The medevial exorcists used a 20-gallon Brass syringe.
A 20-gallon brass syringe, filled with holy water.
A 20-gallon brass syringe filled with holy water which they put into,
Into the anus of the possessed.

Things I'm Gonna Do

Against the law to talk about the
Rocket in the park i send it
Off to be examined by a
Scientific team
On the moon, on the moon
On the moon, on the moon

I organize a council where the
Prize goes unannounced until there's
In the trees a city, just some
Leaves we left it pretty
Long ago, long ago
Long ago, oh so long ago

I have half a mind, it's cracked and breaking
It's recommended as great for tasting
Spit in the face of a tried, and true one
These are things that i'm going to do

My cave is lit with tiny lights
I climb the stairs and catch the sights
Of other people far below
I've heard of them, they think they know
I make no friends, i've got no spark
In my defense, i take apart
Whats' put together easily
This is all true
I'll make it be

Everyday, like jesus he's not
Up there he can't see us maybe
Eyes uplifted slowly for affect
The land below me
Far away, far away
Far away, oh so far away

I have half a mind, it's cracked and breaking
It's recommended as great for tasting
Spit in the face of a tried, and true one
These are things that i'm going to do

I make no friends, i've got no spark
In my defense, i take apart
Whats' put together easily
This is all true
I'll make it be

I have half a mind, it's cracked and breaking
It's recommended as great for tasting
Spit in the face of a tried, and true one
These are things that i'm going to do

Diamond Mind

I want a diamond, I really do
I think that you should give me one
Then you can prove your love is true
And that the gift giving has just begun

I want that diamond, I want that thing
A tennis bracelet, a ring
It better shine, it better cut
I know it is expensive but...

What other way can you make four months of your measely salary last a lifetime
And what other thing have I ever asked you for
Besides...
The ability to read my mind
And I didn't get that either, Yet

I want that diamond, I want it so
All of my irritating friends will know
That I have worth, not only that
But that you love me even though I'm fat

I want that thing, I want it now
I'll say it once, I don't care how you get it
You can rob a store, There just is nothing I want more
Than diamond jewelry for me
And I'll talk louder so you see how very much it means to me!
Even some little stud earrings
Give me the goddamned diamond!!!

How We Quit the Forest

The Ostrich and the Egret
Had a very fine flat to let.
Figurine hutch, no the place wasn't much, but they
Got a Peacock.

His belongings were meager but,
He was pretty, would bring good luck.
They would sing songs all around the piano and
Do the Cakewalk.

He would say what he's gonna do.
He would say what he wanted to.
Ostrich and Egret were filled with regret, but the
Rent's well worth him.

He felt things that they'd never felt.
Like the slap of a feather belt.
So still they sit by a fireplace silent.
A chill ran through them.

Ostrich and Egret and Peacock had very small dreams.
Thinking of them just reminds me of calendar scenes.
Nobody's laughing when everyone's weeping, it seems.

So that's How We Quit the Forest.
The scene wasn't what it used to be.
The scene is never what it used to be.
So, that's How We Quit the Forest.

The scene wasn't what it used to be.
The scene is never what it used to be.
So, that's How We Quit the Forest.

Watch T.V.

I'm the lucky one
Always having fun.
I tie back my hair.

I sit and watch T. V.
I see only me,
Though I look for you there.

Oh, where have you gone?
Were you canceled?
I change to channel 2.
You were the one
Who gave me all my answers.
I changed
So did you.

Try another show.
With the volume low.
I make up what they say.
Where it used to be your face
Is an empty space
Your co-stars look away.

Oh, where have you gone
And do you miss me
And what we used to do?
You were the one
Who'd talk and smile for half an hour
Always new.

I'm the lucky one.
I watch a re-run.
It looks a lot like you.

One star lost a family
One family lost a star.
That's why I wait and watch
To find out where you are.

One family lost a star.
One star, they lost their family.
That's why I sit at home alone
And Watch T. V.

I can watch forever
I can watch for hours
It just get better
It gives me power
I can watch for hours
I can watch forever
It gives me pleasure
It makes me better

I'm the lucky one.
Always having fun.

Cabin fever

Gingerbread Coffin

We found an old doll that was out in the grass,
She had special powers, we said a Black Mass.
We sat in a circle all holding hands. The
Doll-bed held together with old rubberbands.

She'll rise,
she'll rise.

Chorus:
Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
She's so pretty all dressed up in white.
Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
When we need her, she'll rise to the light.
(It's a flickering, beautiful sight.)

We looked down at the ground and into her eyes.
Passed around an old teacup filled up with dead flies.
(Surprise, surprise!)
Were brought but not used a collection of knives.
We'll remember this moment for all of our lives.

She'll rise,
she'll rise.

Thimble Island

I'm going down to Thimble Island
To find my true love there.
I'm sure that I can find one
Long of limb with time to spare.
On Thimble Island.
I'm on my own down the river
I'll bring my ivory needlecase.
I'll weave a blanket for when I shiver.
I'll stitch a bonnet to shield my face.
On Thimble Island.

You go there alone.
To find someone for to call them your own.

I've not heard of girls returning.
It is a murky, mystery place.
I may not have had much booklearnin'
But I've got charms to win the race.
On Thimble Island.

You go there alone.
To find someone for to call them your own.

All the girls are rowing there.
Gently down the stream.
In a dream I saw you there.
On Thimble Island.

I'm going down to Thimble Island
To find my true love there.
I'm sure that I can find one
Long of limb with time to spare.
On Thimble Island.

State Fair

Let me tell 'bout a kid I know.
We met a while ago.
At the State Fair.
He was showing his blue ribbon pig.
I was thinging big.
While I was combing my hair.
He was never like the other guys,
Selling curly-fries,
Or rigging the games.
4-H was his one true love.
We'd hang out above
The dunk-tank when it rains.

I'm gonna step-up, step-up, step-up.
I'm never, ever coming home.

I'm really into the boys that work there.
The feeling you get when your ticket they tear.
Four days in May: The State Fair!

I used to go out with the other man.
He ran the sno-cone stand.
He looked good from behind.
I like a baggy kind of overall.
They don't really show at all.
I can use my mind

I'm gonna step-up, step-up, step-up.
I'm never, ever coming home.

SweetWater Kill

Loose lips sink ships.
Salt sips rose hips.
All along, it was the ocean's song
That called me down to listen to her.
Standing drenched by a 40 ft. coral fence.
A swiftly dripping ripple.

Watching saltclouds billow. Brimming and brand-new.
Down below, I will follow what bubbles tell me to.
All along, it was the ocean's song
That called me down to listen to her.
Swirling still, in a SweetWater Kill.
A swiftly sifting riptide.

You know that old song. From far
Far away. Not too long. Drifting along.
Down in SweetWater.

Dead weight sink straight.
Why?
All along, it was the ocean's song
That called me down to listen to her.
Standing still in a SweetWater Kill.
Down in SweetWater.

You know that old song....

Remnants of Percy Bass

He scrapes the dirt from his nails with a stick.
He makes a big pile in pail on the sink.
Who was he?
Oh, I'll never tell.
He has not got a thing left to sell.
Ooo, the remnants of Percy Bass.

He glued the newspaper to the wall.
Skeleton clostes are down the hall.
Nobody knows him like I do.
I remember when there were things he could do.

Some things are not made to last.
Ooo, the remnants of Percy Bass.
Some things are things like this:
He could catch a rabbit with one hand.
He could build a castle out of sand. He was
A handsome man.
He gave a tender kiss.

Nobody knows about the fancy shows you starred in
When you were seventeen. I'll never
Tell about your secret life
To a magazine.

I can remember when you were the shallow hero.
It was so long ago when you were
Everybody's shining star.
You were a daydream.

But now,
He needs someone to hold his hand.
Nothing has quite worked out how he had planned.
I try to help him how I can.
But he has forgotten who I am.

Remember,
Some things in life are not made to last.
Ooo, the remnants of Percy Bass.
Some things in life are not made to last.
Ooo, the remnants of Percy Bass.

Rats

Very many years ago, the Bolivians were starving so,
They had rats as big as ponies there. They asked the Pope
To declare them fish.

Chorus:
We thank the Pope for granting us this wish.
When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish.
We catch them with a net, kill with the gun.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.

They didn't look like rats at all, but like some horrendous horse doll.
Still they had to eat this thing.
In gratitude, the Pope-they kissed his ring.

Chorus

We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.

Clipped

Against my will
It hurts me still.
It really stings.
They clipped my wings.

What could I do?
Everything's new.
How my knees lock.
How will I walk?

Ooo, they clipped my wings.
I will try to act like it's ok.
Oh, they clipped my wings.
I must learn to walk today.

I cast aside
My downy pride.
All heaven's things
They clipped my wings.

I have heard how God sings.
Ooo, they clipped my wings.

Oh, the sadness that it brings.
I will try to like it's ok.
Oh, they clipped my wings.

So, I will learn to walk today.
Oh, they clipped my wings.

PJ + Vincent & Matthew + Bjork

Polly Jean Harvey :
I'm so fucking, fucking, fucking, hot!

Vincent Gallo :
I know you are, babe.

Polly Jean Harvey :
No, it's quite hot in here.

Vincent :
Are you stupid?
It's the nature of my glass house.
Oh fabulous, here's Matthew and Bjork.

Bjork :
Hello.

Matthew :
Vincent, Polly - Good to see you.

Bjork :
I'm so excited!
I've never been on such an artistic and exclusive double date before.
The erotic re-awakening that Matthew has brought about in me
has opened a lot of plebeian activities that I've not experienced before now.
I'm loving it, to do these things that aren't necessarily elfin

Vincent Gallo :
Yeah, Bjork, whatever.
I just wanna know when you two down, who's wearing the clovenhoof strap-on?

Polly Jean Harvey :
Vincent! How rude!
Could I weigh any less?
I'm really quite shy of my weight,
but I like to take on characters for performing with the use of make-up.
Eye make-up and lipstick and some more lipstick -- it's really quite transformative
And when I've thrown up everything I've just eaten then I feel--

Bjork :
Oh to throw up -- It means what?
Also, everybody, what is the definition of disingenuous?
I want to know so many things
I've got a lot of many for designer clothes
I can just trudge through the desert getting my "Comme des garçons" skirt all dirty and dusty
It don't matter
If hopping into a live volcano feels right, I say do it.

Matthew :
I say, cappuccinos are fine with me on the downtime, but what do you kids say to a picnic?
I've got the basket in the Bentley
We could play some touch football, what do you say?

Vincent Gallo :
Hey, yeah, Matthew, we're both hot former football players
I know Bjork can fight like a motherfucker, but Polly would snap like a twig at the smallest tackle
let's put her on a hook and do some minnow fishing
Polly?
Oh look, she's banging her head against the wall and Bjork's recording it

Bjork :
The rhythm! It moves my insides like sunshine jelly!

Matthew :
Isn't she a darling thing?

Vincent :
When she says 'jelly' it makes me think of someone's ass, and then I think--

Matthew :
How dare you, sir! That's my childwoman you're speaking of!

Vincent Gallo :
Matthew, I didn't say Bjork
I'm just thinking of any ass
Not even necessarily a woman, it could be my own ass
Like my ass is--

Polly Jean Harvey :
Vincent you are an ass!
You are an ass!

Matthew :
What about my ass?
It's hard from sports

This repulsive celebrity double date has been brought to you by the Church of Latter Day Saints

*** Thanx a lot to Dandy & Michal who corrected some mistakes ***

My Orphanage

I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years.
I am made to eat this horrid porridge.
They box me on the ears.
How often I vow to flee, to go.
But this is the only home I know.
My stammered speech, my one suitcase,
My Orphanage, My hateful place.
Like that case, this place I carry
Inside of me.
It's not so very heavy for a stocky child.

They said my mama's loose.
They said she was wild.
Though I never knew or saw that woman sent with me this fatal flaw.
My strange and puffy moon-like face,
My Orphanage,
My hateful place.
My stringy hair, my lack of grace,
My Orphanage,
My hateful place.

I could have been lucky like them
Happy families
Look in my
Dark, rotted heardened heart and you will see:

The downcast glance, the empty embrace
Of my orphanage,
My hateful place.

I'm an evil thing.
I am way full of something
That was left by the side of the road.
I am chipped, curly-lipped.
Never any kindness was shown.

No one else is here,
My Orphanage, My Dear.

It's in me. It's a part.
My Orphanage, My Heart.

Crosswalk

I think of a lot of a things when I'm walking.
I think of a lot of a things walking home.
I say them aloud, to myself I am talking.
I talk to myself when we are alone.

Why-ee-i-ee-i is my bleeding heart beating?
Why-ee-i-ee-i am I feeling no pain?
Why-ee-i-ee-i do I cry when I say Good
Bye-ee-i-ee-i, When I'm calling your name?

I look to the left and the right when I'm crossing.
I look straight ahead when I'm crossing the road.
The baggage I carry, that load I am tossing.
I look back behind at the row that I've hoed.

Chorus
Chorus

Hunter's Kiss

It's a sad story about a deer (dear?) and a man
A romantic scene from a lullaby.
In a clearing green, where his eyes met mine.
I was frozen motion. Oh! His bow was raised.
Then the fleeting notion-that my life he'd save.

But I saw it coming, flying through the air.
Feathered backside humming. Miss me, hit me where
Where it will only hurt me, not a mortal wound.
Leave me lying dirty, someone would find me soon.

I have never been like this before.
Felt my body sinking to the grassy floor
I have never known a love like this.
Felt the flaming arrows of the Hunter's Kiss.

My life is not mine.
Like a dog or a wife.
He has taken his time.
He has taken my life.

I could see the steaming of his cloudy breath.
No, I was not dreaming.
I was next to death.
As I lay there twitching, then my legs he tied.
There was nothing missing on the day I died.

Chorus
Chorus

Our Lies

Actually, I was never conceived.
And I don't expect to be believed,
But I've found my mouth stitched shut with glossy pink thread.
And when I think of the lie filled love-life that I've led....
I row boats all day with Karl, Vlad, and E. Leon.
My tongue made of ivory, my teeth are all gone.
The bones in my face weren't here all along.
I'm straight and I love coffee cake!
I found a lost puppy and I took him home.
Since then he's agreed to leave me alone
For over a month cuz I'm spelling bee queen.
Let me tell you more, you'll see what I mean.
I took a sealion by the waist and I twisted it.
Then I kiss-ed it. It was mossy and chaste.
That is funny, isn't it?
Not to tell you would be such a waste.
Can't you see me?
I am your long lost best friend.
Please believe me.
All these things have happened.

I went for a ride on the carousel.
I was on a yellow horse, right behind the swan.
In the swan, a man and a woman they were doing it.
I didn't want to look. I wished I'd brought a book.
I looked down at the chip in my horse's red mane.
He had a high, soft, beautiful voice.
I got down and ran around, and then I asked him his name.
He said out loud, he said it was "First Choice".
Yes Mom, I'm still a virgin.
And you are Marilyn Monroe.
When I was a little girl, we grew wings and flew under the sea
To see my daddy, Mr. Edgar Allen Poe.
Oh, I would crawl into the furnace to take a warm nap
On the cast-iron lap of Walt Disney.
Then we'd go out for a swim in the Sea of Mercury.
I never thanked him for what he did for me.
Can't you see me?
I am your long lost best friend.
Please believe me.
All these things have happened.

AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes

Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes

Metal head, mohair wig, rubber pants, I cry I dance,
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes.
Rosy cheek and ruby lip, better than banana split.
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes.

Mohair wig in afro style, very scary little smile.
Fully fexible, you see? Is there one as sweet as me?
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes.

Pick me up for heaven sakes.
Aren't I your baby-cakes?
Don't fall for little fakes.
Aren't I your baby-cakes?

Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes.

Cooped

Oh, I'm very excited to hear this.
They're ready to begin.
<sounds of baby crying, thunder rumbling, man laughing, strange noises>
<applause>
Oh my God.
They really have balls to expose themselves like that.
<applause>

A Quitter

I have worked out every small detail
In this plan I've made.
This thing which cannot fail.
I dare myself to do this one thing.
You can have my car
You can have everything.
All that's good is gone.
I have tried too long.
I don't think I miss my mom & dad,
The class I cut,
The friends I never had.,
These things I won't miss,
Won't miss me.
My house,
My block,
The baby bird I set free.
The dance that I was never asked to,
The teachers
that thought they knew me.
They'll all remember what I did.
They'll ask "Whose fault was it?"
"Oh she was just a kid."

I'll be glad to go, you see.
You don't even know me.
Not at all.

Frustration Plantation

Doomsday averted

Doomsday averted, oh
If doomsday averted, oh oh oh
Doomsday averted, oh
Doomsday averted, oh

Doomsday averted, oh
If doomsday averted, oh oh oh
Doomsday averted, oh
Doomsday averted, oh

Doomsday averted, oh
If doomsday averted, oh oh oh
Doomsday averted, oh
Doomsday averted, oh

Doomsday
Averted
Doomsday
Doomsday
Doomsday
Averted
Doomsday
Averted
Doomsday
Averted
Doomsday
Doomsday

Secret Message

I carry a secret message that I must give to you.
It concerns suspicious blessings.
Now, I am sure you'll know what to do.
And if it should be some bad news,
You know you can lean on me.
It might explain Nostradamus,
Or my addiction to prophecy.
I'm not at liberty to say how a
Secret message came for you today.
I'm like a mirror baby. I refract light back at you.
So silent, so thin, so tricky now.
We do the things that lover do.
I'm not at liberty to say how a
Secret message came for you today.
It holds the secrets of my heart and my mind.
It tells of vast expanses
Stretching backwards over time.
Two objects at eqidistance, acting as if they cared.
Does weight equal mass in this instance?
Oh, E equals MC squared.
I'm not at liberty to say how a
Secret message came for you today.
It holds the secrets of my heart and my mind.
It tells of vast expanses
Stretching backwards over time.

Possum of the Grotto

He lives under the banyon tree.
When I'm in trouble, he helps me.
I hear him creep
Through the leaves at night.
His flesh is pink,
But his fur is bright snow white!
No meat! No bread!
Get inside his little head.
(Cuz he's the) Possum of the Grotto.
Possum of the Grotto.
Alkilize or die.
Don't complain about humidity.
If the yard is damp,
That's where i'll be.
Don't be racist against this albino.
I have kissed his lips,
And seen his red eyes shine, oh!
No meat, no bread!
Get inside his little head.
Possum of the Grotto.
Prophet of Vibrato.
Alkilize or die!
Cheek to cheek. Don't be shy.
Alkilize or die!
Beast to beast. Eye to eye.
Alkilize or die!

If Your Kisses Can't Hold the Man You Love Lyrics

Every time that I hear a woman cry 'cuz her man has left her flat
I just feel like saying, "don't be such a fool, you fool."
Better dry your eyes, can't you realize
You gain nothing by that
Well, that's no way to keep his heart warm, baby,
When his love grows cool

What's the use in sighing?
What's the use in crying
If he's wandered off the track?
'Cuz if your kisses won't hold the man you love
Then your tears won't bring him back, no

Might as well be cheerful
There's no use being tearful
If he's given you the sack
'Cuz if your kisses won't hold the man you love
Then your tears won't bring him back

Now, listen
If sweet sugar kissin' isn't gonna make him come home
Tell me,how do ya hope to keep him to ya
With tears instead of song

Just be a normal fella
Come on, say "What the hell-a"
Get his clothes and help him to pack
'Cuz if your kisses won't hold the man you love
Then your tears won't bring him back

Love is like home cooking: good, and wholesome
But all men need some mutton on the outside now and then
If you find your boy is cheating,
Do the same, old dear
He's only giving you the chance that you've been waiting for for years
My goodness! Tears won't get you anything
Just a shiny red nose
Go on, paint up, powder up, put on your swellest clothes
Men: go and get 'em by the score
Neglected girls shouldn't worry
That's what God made sailors for!

Don't cry for him or chase him
Just go out and replace him
With some good looking Tom, Dick or Jack
'Cuz if your kisses won't hold the man you love
Then your tears won't bring him back

If your kisses won't hold
The man you love
Then your tears won't bring him back!

The Mayor

Oh, it's scrambled eggs what he says.
He accuses me of treachery.
Got the nine lies, got the wide eyes,
Got a failing grade in chemistry.
If you count back to the balcony
When all we saw was the mystery.
Of a blonde haired boy brought his mother joy,
With his pedigree and family tree.
Oh, lay it all out on a wicker couch.
That you wove in the loony bin.
Cut it out, it's a second round bout.
Not the way of a gentleman.
Give it up, get a job,
Take a pill and leave me be.
He's got a synapse lapse he don't think he has,
But it's been proven empirically.
Oh, I'm quite tired of this lunatic.
Why must we suffer cuz the mayor's sick?
He say: "All abandon from this sinking ship".
Then he's off on another trip.
He don't care about environment.
He has made this a shitty place.
My interest rate shrinks at a rapid pace
Compounded daily on my worried face.
"If they take something precious from me,
I take something precious from them."
Oh now he's losing his constituency.
We thought, "Oh, this could never happen again."
If I take something precious from him,
He try to take something from me.
There's a battle in his head that he cannot win.
There's a man he could never be.
Oh no. Way to go.
He's the Mayor.

When I Count...

When I count, y'all walk 'round the house and down the hill and hide

Yes ma'am
Yes ma'am

Remember (jumbled singing,laughter)

Yes ma'am
Yes ma'am

Remember (jumbled singing,laughter, more jumbled singing)

*** Thanx a lot to Shad who corrected this one ***

High on Life

I never want to be seen as cheap,
But I saw the tears in his eyes
And I thought, "That's sweet."
I tried on all of my little jokes.
I muscle in, throw it in,
Just to see if it floats.
Not many people have the balls of I.
To take the bull by the horns
And make it mine all mine
He was it, he was really hot shit.
He was tripping, he was drifting,
He was high.
He was really nice.
He smelled like propane and butterscotch.
He kept his eyes on me
Cuz he liked to watch me
Tear up bedsheets to bandage him.
He had been in a fight,
But he did not win.
I don't think we brought the money up.
It was a gas, oh we just laughed.
This boy could not shut up.
He was it. He was really hot shit.
He was tripping, he was ripped and he was
High on Life.

Wicked Dickie

If you mourn for Dickie, i'll tell you right now,
He was an old man and he had but one cow.
Over hedges and ditches and fields he had plowed
He ran for his life just to get to his cow.
Oh, oh, wicked,
Wicked Dickie done died.
Oh, oh, Wicked Dickie done died.
If you mourn for Dickie, i'll tell you right now,
That he was an old man and he had but one cow.
Over hedges and ditches and fields he had plowed
He ran for his life just to get to his cow.
When the old man heard that his cow she was dead, over hedges and ditches you see he had fled.
Over hedges and ditches and fields that were mown
And he ran for his life just to get to his own.
Now I sit down and eat my dried meal,
But I have no milk what to put in my pail.
Now I have no butter to sop with my bread
Now old Wicked Dickie is dead.

My Captivity by Savages

This is "The Story of My Captivity by Savages," or "How I Learned to Fight"
by Eliza Elizabeth Cook, age 13
Write in my own hand on this, the 23rd day of August, 1829.

Chapter one.

"Fine Day for a Flaying," or "The Brutal Massacre of All I Held Dear."

The valley that runs down the trail over the west bank of the glorious state of Natchez-Pierce
Was the site of my own hideous undoing.
My whole family was lain waste, no care taken by the natives that even baby Coolidge was to be spared an ounce of pain.
How I came to be spared, by the grace of God, I shall never know.

I had been smashed in the head with a boulder over fourteen times by a young Indian brave.
When I awoke, with eyes still stinging from the smouldering decimation, my large blue eyes looked up into the burning sun of the late summer sky.
No sooner had I stirred when four horsemen approached my wilted carcasse.
In their stilted English, they told me in great detail how they had massacred mine own Ma and Pa,
How my elder brother Ham had given no resistance to his own flogging,
And how easy it had been to make my sickly sister, Sarah Susanna, wail and sob like a sea creature. (Boo hoo!)

I clenched my long, graceful fingers into tight fists at my sides, and turning my head away,
Laughed quietly to myself. (Ha ha ha!) If these human animals believed that they had captured a nubile and willing young white slave girl, they were sorely mistaken.

I felt about my waist for a weapon. Oftentimes, I kept sewing tools hanging from ribbons pinned to my dress.
"Looking for this?" the handsomest warrior asked, holding my sterling pinking shears up between two red fingers as he looked down from his steed at my writhing confusion.

Brushing a strand of pale yellow hair from my brow, I pretended to reach for a stray silken slipper that I had spied nearby, but swiftly darted up and in between the flanks of the wild mustangs that stood majestically before me!

The silent commander had only to reach down to capture me by the hair. Yanking hard, he pulled me upright, and twisted my fair face up to meet his cold, cold gaze. I shall never forget my realization upon that moment that my freedom had thus been robbed. And that although my pleasing mortal shell was intact,I, Eliza Elizabeth Jane Cook, was to become a handmaiden to a number of verile, half-naked nomads, and that this ordeal would continue fourteen years.

Saline, the Salt Lake Queen

In a prehistoric dried-up lake,
A million years after the last earthquake,
There lived a little girl who loved to bake.
The only thing she made was cake.
But all she used was salt.
That's all she had. It's not her fault.
Saline, the salt lake queen
She used a rudimental substance for
An ingredient that she could pour
Into a chalice she carved out of stone.
Her only friend, it was a big black crow
That flew with love.
He would fly high above.
Then look back at her below.

Oh Saline
Only seventeen.
Swollen up with pride.

Oh Saline
Under desert skies.
She's a bromide.

She makes green fire in a tunnel of thorns,
And she's got yellow eyes.
She cook alone amid a brutal ruin.
It's hard to tell exactly what she's doin.
An incantation, then the crow flew in.
OOO-oo-oo
And then she took a taste.
The black crow looked into her face
Saline the salt lake queen.

Oh, Injury

Oh my sweet love. He built a rotary cuff.
His shoulder got smashed.
He's gotta mend and repair a device to work where
He got hurt by the blast.
Oh woe is he, unable to see
In front of his face.
A mistreated machine can start acting mean.
It can crack up all over the place.

Oh Injury.
What a nasty wound. Here, let me see.
If you put metal inside of a man,
He can work much faster than you can.
With a toothpick, a pen knife, a can-opener.
Oh Injury.

One kind of fold, they don't know it's broke.
The others don't care.
They just sit and complain about imagined pain.
About an uncle who fell down the stairs.
Since he got hurt, he don't go to work.
We try to get by.
He just sits in his chair with a glazed-over stare.
We can't help but ask ourselves, "Why?"

When I Was a Young Girl

When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, then oh then.
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, then oh then.
It was a ha-ha this-a-way, ha-ha that-a-way,
Ha-ha this-a-way, then oh then.
The boys came a-courtin', courtin', courtin',
The boys came a-courtin', then oh then.
The boys came a-courtin', courtin', courtin',
The boys came a-courtin', then oh then.
It was a primp, primp this away, primp primp thataway,
Primp primp this away, then oh then.
Ha ha this away, ha ha that away,
Primp primp this away, then oh then.
Then we married, married, married,
Then we married, then oh then.
Then he died, died, died,
Then he died, then oh then.
It was a boo-hoo this away, boo-hoo that away,
Boo-hoo this away, then oh the.
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, then oh then.

Momma Was an Opium-Smoker

Momma was an opium-smoker.
She light it with a red-hot poker.
She would never take a bath.
We would ask her- she'd just laugh.
Because our momma was an opium smoker.
She made it with a gentleman, Lincoln.
They met on a boat, it was sinking.
When she shoulda gone overboard,
Momma say, "No way, Oh my Lord."
"Only of opium smoke am I thinking."
Oh help us lord.
We can't afford. Her destructive ways.
You oughtta her hear what she says!
She would just sit on her fat ass.
Yell at us, "Fill up my wine glass!"
She would tell us, "How sad.
"You won't ever know your dad."
Oh yeah, my momma was opium-smoker.
She hide the money and the drugs under the mattress.
I wonder, how long has she been at this?
And I say, "Mom, bang the gong."
"Can't you see, it's gone all wrong?"
Oh yeah, my momma was opium-smoker.

November 17dee

I am the mother. Don't ever say that. You don't ever want to say what you said again. November 17dee. Never, ever take my ingredients. From all of you. From all the city. Say November. November is an avolian. All aboard, but it's so gralians. November is all that stuff from a milliions. Aliens

Girls' School

A happy start, a sad, sad ending,
For every minute of the story.
Watch as their wills are broke and bending.
See the good girls in their glory.

We're a primary academy, we're a secondary seminary
Teaching finishing rinse and dancing tips and scorn.
Always concerned with plummeting virginity rates,
We lecture young girls on how babies are born.

Children! Make a chain! Children! Make a chain!

The staff here is severe yet so altruistic.
It hurts us more than it hurts them.
The new girls are tender. The old ones sadistic.
The late janitress was a gem.

Don't believe what the boys from next door heard.
Requirements do include math.
We draw straws and put our best foot forward.
Down the straight and narrow path.

Listen to the pretty song.
Happy as the day is long.
Forget the things you thought you knew.
We'll make a very good girl of you.

A pupil tranferred here from Lavender Lake.
She wrote a winning essay on self-denial.
Some under-age urchins were forced to matriculate,
Their records kept here undefiled.

A neat retreat slips through the fingers.
Which little girl made the plan?
Surely involved were the vespers bell-ringers.
Down a ladder, through the gate, then they ran.

And the girls ran out of the schoolyard and up the hill behind.
"I'm scared!" said the littlest one.
"Don't worry." said the leader.
"They can catch us or they could kill us,
But they can never crush our spirits."

Oh Perilous World

*** Thanx a lot to Sera & Jeremy for these lyrics ***

1816, The Year Without A Summer

In the spring of thirteen-fifteen
There began an era of unpredictable weather
It did not lift until eighteen-fifty-one
You remember eighteen-sixteen as the year without a summer

June eighteen-sixteen
A sudden snowstorm blankets all the country side
So Mary Shelley had to stay inside
And she wrote Frankenstein
Oh eighteen-sixteen was the year without a summer

Grain couldn’t ripen under these conditions, no
It was brought in-doors in urns and pots
It’d go from ninety-five degrees to freezing within hours
A brutal struggle for the people and the starving livestock

During the most sever years of this little ice age
We looked for scapegoats to blame
Many people tried to blame it all
On a vast Freemason conspiracy
Or Benjamin Franklin and his experiments with electricity

The eruption of the volcano Tambora
Blanketed the earth with ash
That was the real cause discovered by some explorer
Years later, looking back at the past

I will give you
My red color
To take away your sickly pallor
For you were very choleric of complexion
Please beware the mounting sun
And all dejection

Eighteen-sixteen was the year without a summer

Choose Me For Champion

Choose me to be your champion
I am possessing of a very righteous style
I understand what's happening
I have charisma and of course a winning smile
I stand accused of being an audacious redeemer
Not a charge I can deny
I have refused the ways of the liar and the schemer
And I’m not afraid to die

Oh hark back to the mighty shipwreck
How ancestors of the islanders are we
How the ship sank like a sinking think-tank
Our memories are gone and sink at sea
We have allowed ourselves to be insulted by invaders
For the longest of years
I will employ all my cunning and my patients
And then we will persevere

I find I can get behind
Heretical ideas and make them real
You do what you want to do
I cannot tell you how to feel

But if the grievous deeds of the Floridian forces
Have not opened up your eyes
I will get down on my knees and the Pitcarinian’s Women Chorus
Will shout up to the skies

There’s only twenty-four of us
Here on our island in the sea
And we know Queen Mary Todd has sent her army
And I can be the hero that you need me to be
Oh, my visionary people
You don’t need powerful binoculars to see
That we’re descendants of the Bounty mutineers
And I can liquidate your fears
And Pitcarin Island will be free

Free in the air
We don’t want those blimps coming here
Free in the sea
A colonial offshoot is that what you want to be?
Freedom is fine
The responsibility for saving all our lives
On Pitcarin Island should be mine

Consider Thursday October Christian
He’s a great rebel and I am exaggerating only very slightly
He wore no clothes but a piece of cloth about his loin
Heroism is no more than a chapter in a tale of submission.
“The walls of oppression and humiliation cannot be demolished except in a rain of boomerangs,”
Christian said Monday in response to Thursday’s balloon massacre

Cage in a Cave

Fletcher Christian, he found him a cave
On the northern tip of the island
It was sort of a privacy place
When he'd go there nobody could find him
Humiliation was imminent
He'd rather die than be sent back to England
From this height he'd conduct his last fight
Should a ship be sent in to pursue them

Fletcher Christian, he found him a cave, and he'd go there to be alone

Up a narrow and dangerous path to his mountainside cavern obsession
He'd paint a picture, he'd comb his hair
Anything to relieve his depression
"Let history witness my honor is tossed
And my men are all lost by extension."

Fletcher Christian, he'd go to his cave when he needed to be alone

In a cage in a cave
In a cage in a cave

Oh, it's next to the water
Oh yeah, he's Thursday's father
Guess what his defense is?
He's built himself a barricade of logs

Sick of the backbiting
And all the in-fighting
Each sailor, he wants his own way
If the island is his kingdom
Where is all his freedom?
Tahitian women are not all they say

To fits of melancholy, he was increasingly prone
In thinking back on what he'd done, he should have known
That left to their own devices
This kind of rabble would kill for a wife and
He knew why Captain Bligh had gone off the deep end
When they'd sent him back home

Fletcher Christian, he found him a cave and he'd go there to be alone

In a cage in a cave
In a cage in a cave
In a cage in a cave

In a cage in a cave

Incident In A Medical Clinic

Quite unbelievably
I want someone to be sweet to me
When I am in absolutely horrible pain
Thank you for keeping this vigil, doctor
These infections are becoming quite popular
I never meant for it to turn out quite this way

An antidote’s been elusive
The specialist can’t deduce
If this isn’t curable
Now a disease defines me
My fever intensifies.
See, I get delusional

Some survive,
Some survive,
Some survive
Because of the way that they walk
Because of the look in their eyes
(Look in their eyes)

“Almost everybody has, has snail fever,”
The doctor whispered in my ear,
“Some get treated, feel better. Some don’t.
The cause is still unclear
We are unable to treat you here.”
Unwilling patients with treatments
They suddenly discontinue
Dangerous infections
Are sneaking into superficial wounds

Some escape
With their lives
Some survive
Because of the way that they walk
Because of the look in their eyes
(Look in their eyes)

Scratch an existing wound, open an old one
It’s extraordinarily hard
Succumbing bone-by bone, bone and bowel, heart-in-hand
This diseases pervades us all
It can therefore manifest anywhere, in anyone, at any moment

Dr. Bernstein, Bernstein

Quite unbelievably
I want someone to be sweet to me
When I am in absolutely horrible pain

Draconian Crackdown

A tragic demonstration
Of brazen insubordination
By indigenous insurgents, belligerents, degenerates
Imagine my bewilderment at the conspicuous dismemberment
Of all that i had believed
At how we had all been deceived

(It was short, sharp, sudden, surprising
Short, sharp...)

It was unfathomable catastrophe
There were things no one should ever see
Arrests were made arbitrarily
Evacuations made mandatory
Indefinite detentions, insolvable killings
Weeks and weeks of agonizing raids
Relentless, unexplained physical attacks
(Gout, goiters, plague, anthrax)
New and unconventional threats
Simultaneously secretive and violent events

Oh, what have they done
But there's no fun to a draconian crackdown
And what will do when they come for you
In the draconian crackdown

Yes sir, i say no sir, and then
Yes sir, i say no sir, then

Something's wrong
Oh very very wrong here
The chaotic nature of the soured atmosphere
We have found ourselves participants in the nightmare
I took the blame, the hatred, and with certainty
I said, "I now declare a state of emergency
With immediate effect indefinitely"

I looked
I plotted
And I planned, from here
A fearful, vicious, secret no-man's land

I looked
I plotted
And I planned, from here
A fearful, vicious, secret no-man's land

Oh, what have they done
But there's no fun to a draconian crackdown
So what will do when they come for you
In the draconian crackdown

Oh, what will you do
In the draconian crackdown

Spectacular suicide explosions
Of enemies significantly weaker than a year ago
And their influence continues to wade

Child Soldier Rebellion

Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion
These children rebel again
Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion
These children rebel again

Waiting for airships that never arrive
With crosses on suitcases
Novelty knives
They aimlessly wandered the beach all that day
Eventually most of them shuffled away

A matchbox bears my pictures
It details the reward for my capture
"Not one person here has helped me!"
Read the caption under my picture, see?

The younger they are the more fearless
They were by merchants who had offered seven ships
"We were maimed
Tortured and kidnapped
They cut off ears, limbs, and lips"

Oh my dears
When they hear the news
That's been written in tears
They will know there's no way to excuse
The lies that we use
To force them to fight

Then into their ragtag clothings
And officer sews
He says, "This will make for victorious battle
It's a magical stone"

Emmanuelle looks down at the ground
As he fumbles to with the tassels on his boots
He can still hear the sounds
Of the many rebel groups
Or the government militia
Who he'd been fighting for
No, no, he had no idea

Ahh...

Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion
These children rebel again
Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion
These children rebel again!

Oh, Bring Back the Egg Unbroken

Just one island, and an ugly string
Of prehistoric penal colonies
This island is the most remote inhabited spot on Earth
Each family possesses a registered trademark
Which is chipped into the trunk of a tree

Oh, bring back the egg unbroken
The egg of the sooty nesting turn
And you will be made king of this island now

The women have gone on up the cliff side
They're gathering eggs of their own
We'll have them at the celebration
When the king is chosen now

Jump the cliff into the ocean
You grab an egg
You swim back
Holding it aloft
You hold it high above the shark infested waters now
Oh my love

You bring the egg unbroken back, you are the king
You are the king

Oh bring the egg unbroken back, you are the king
Oh we'll be thinking of the ocean
When the king brings back unbroken the egg
Of the sooty nesting turn

Some well-known, lost, but ancient wisdom
The point and purpose
Which was mysterious
Or Even vague
It says the truth is worse than you can possibly
Imagine

And we islanders will be thinking of escape
We'll be thinking, we'll be thinking, we'll be thinking
Of escape!
We'll be thinking, we'll be thinking, we'll be thinking
Of escape!

Old Yellowcake Breaking News

Murky flash floods of Yellowcake, Pitcairn's underground labyrinth:
Just last yesterday as grayish water from broken pipes created chest-deep floods of Pitcairn's underground labyrinth, (??) city of Old Yellowcake.
No repairs to the system could be made, as no one remembers how the ancient tunnels had been built.
The shopkeepers who were trying to navigate the mazing streets, which had quickly filled with chest-high sludge, never gave up.
Boats paddled pathetically down murky canals that yesterday were crowded market streets.
The water continues to rise.

Old Yellow Cake

Smoke rises from an ice factory on the edge
On the edge of a city that exists in perpetual gloom
I snatch a note from the basket of a passing bicycle
It says “Go to the flour factory
There’s something waiting there for you.”

Under the window, covered by curtains
All lacy and splattered with blood
We find crutches in the corner
And bullets on she shelves
Which I dismiss at once as being equivalent
Irrelevant, in and of themselves

Underneath the staircase there’s a mast which flies a flag
Despite darkness beyond imagining, it floats on to a higher hole
In tunnels gouged beneath the basement room are, unmistakably
Sets of bloody handprints on a crumbling wall

Oh, won’t you be there with me for it tonight
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake
Where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight
Where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake

Inside of a room is a cage, is a cage. It’s made out of chain and glass
It’s about forty feet high and three feet wide, it was built to last
It’s against a brick wall in an old muddy corner of a basement tunnel room
There’s a man in the cage in the old muddy corner. He’s asleep but he’ll wake up soon

Under the window, covered by curtains, all lacy and splattered with blood
We find crutches in the corner and bullets on she shelves
Which I dismiss at once as being equivalent, irrelevant, in and of themselves

Oh, won’t you be there with me for it tonight
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake

Oh, won’t you be there with me for it tonight
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt

Down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake
Where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight
Where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake

We Stay Behind

"There was a black rainbow, that rose up and covered the town,"
Exclaimed Howard Blue, 22
"I've never even had a nightmare or a beautiful dream about this,"
He said, as he watched the warehouses burn

The hurricane pilot swoops into the 25-mile-wide eye
And he gasps 'cause the size of it was astounding
The towering columns of cumulonimbus stretched six miles high

To friends remembered
A wooden leg, with a shoe
Detached from its owner while he slept
Twenty-two bodies were found together in violet

Living in a mausoleum, making governments of our own
As the sky turned pink four horses emerged from the water
Lead by a stallion, they start grazing on material ground

We are the ones, the ones who stay we behind, we stay behind
We are the ones, the ones who stay we behind, we stay behind

A Retinue Of Moons

A retinue if moons, of icy moons
They illuminate the land
And they make me thing of you
What sunk silently
To the depths of a mystery
A clue that only one scientist knew

Who knew that the sky is now found to contain
Benzene and methane and chalk
And bloody mud, muddy blood from the sky
From the sickly sweet wings of Edith’s Checkerspot Butterfly
They die in the ocean
Their legs are broken
The rain slows their flight as it soaks their wings

A microphone will listen for thunder
The telephone will dial the number
To deliver a, a clearer picture
Of weird wet weather
This puts all previous discoveries in doubt
These are things we have theories about

Overhead two sky titans
They collide in slow motion
While over the Ice Tongue, fluid flows
A 1000-foot thick chunk of sediment is exposed
Your own special home

A choking, vapor-laced haze
Obscured by acid rain
Enveloping everything
On the edge of the Milky Way

The Infidel Is Me

Am I the infidel
I thought it was supposed to be someone else
But now I see it’s me
I am my own worst enemy

Just think of it
The sequence of the incidents was intricate
So brilliant yet illegitimate
Not disastrously but triumphantly
When we met in the secret facility
I said, you remember what I said
“It’ll be easy for you to recognize me
By the coils of concentina wire
Surrounding my head in a shiny halo
Of small sharp blades.”

“There are people here
That would do you great harm
So please, just try to stay calm
And I’ll get you through this,”
You whisper
And with that, my illegance had shifted

The betrayal, the delusions
My Quantico rejection
The isolation, the breakdowns
And mysterious injections
Ah, the infidel is me

Then it was I
The lone futurist leading scores of resistors
Armed with tridents
But you’re not there

Why can’t you come in from the cold
Why can’t you come in from the cold
To make an unlikely alliance with me

Why don’t you come in from the cold
Why don’t you come in from the cold
To make an unlikely alliance with me

Ay, the Infidel is me

And in defiance of our alliance
I say, go away and lick your wounds
And when you get them really clean again
You can dream away your dark dream

Ay, the Infidel is me.

The Pruning

On the border of an orchard
On a cultivated lawn
Where they practice horticulture
There they know what’s going on
They're not afraid to cut it.

Well then, the best get picked
From this virtuous thicket,
By scythe or scissor,
By instrument and implement.
That's how they cut it.

It's time to trim and thin
An invasive vine.
The roots are lifted,
The leaves are dry.
From natural laws to material things,
Nothing in the truth can be changed.

Oh perilous world-
You’re showing every sign of losing your heart.
Fledgling and tattered
during these strange later days
just before it all fell apart.

You can build such fantastic palaces
On foundations of straw,
On weird promises,
But with one fatal flaw.

The seedling is taken as a delicacy,
By the sower who’s mowing down the nursery.
The reaper is hiding in the flowerbeds.
They’re each thinking over what the other said.

They said “We each disturb the earth
But now my friend, yes, you did it first,
Yes you did, la da de”

It's time to trim and thin
An invasive vine.
The roots are lifted,
The leaves are dry.
From natural laws to material things,
Nothing in the truth can be changed.

Oh, you perilous garden.
Forever dying.

The lost & found

Bad Moon Rising

( Creedence Clearwater Revival Cover )

I see the bad moon arising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin’
I see bad times today

Don’t go around tonight
It’s bound to take your life
There’s a bad moon on the rise

I hear hurricanes ablowing
I know the end is coming soon
I fear rivers over flowing
I hear the voice of rage and ruin

Don’t go around tonight
It’s bound to take your life
There’s a bad moon on the rise

Hope you got your things together
Hope you are quite prepared to die
Looks like we’re in for nasty weather
One eye is taken for an eye

Don’t go around tonight
It’s bound to take your life
There’s a bad moon on the rise

Don’t go around tonight
It’s bound to take your life
There’s a bad moon on the rise

Wish You Were Here

( Pink Floyd Cover )

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground. How we found the same old fears.
Wish you were here.

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground. How we found the same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Tourniquet

( Marilyn Manson Cover )

I'm made of hair and bone and little teeth
And think I cannot speak
I come on like a crippled plaything
My spine is just a string
I wrapped our love in all this foil
Silver tight like spider legs
I never wanted it to ever spoil
But flies will lay their eggs
Take your hatred out on me
Make your victim my neck
You never ever believed in me
I am your tourniquet

Prosthetic synthesis with butterflies
Sealed up with virgin stitch
If it hurts baby please don't cry
Preserve my innocence

I never wanted it end this way
But flies will lay their eggs
Take your hatred out on me
Make me your victim-ette
You never ever believed in me
I am your tourniquet

What I wanted
What I needed
I tried to get for me
Nothing wanted
Nothing needed
No one comes for free

Take your hatred out on me
Make your victim my neck
You never ever believed in me
I am your tourniquet
You never ever believed in me
You never ever believed
You never ever believed in me
You never ever believed

Fire & Ice

( Pat Benatar Cover )

Ooo, you're givin' me the fever tonight
I don't wanna give in
I'd be playin' with fire
You forget, I've seen you work before
Take 'em straight to the top
Leave 'em cryin' for more
I've seen you burn 'em before

Fire and Ice
You come on like a flame
Then you turn a cold shoulder
Fire and Ice
I wanna give you my love
But you'll just take a little piece of my heart

You'll just tear it apart

Movin' in for the kill tonight
You got every advantage when they put out the lights
It's not so pretty when it fades away
Cause it's just an illusion in this passion play
I've seen you burn 'em before

Fire and Ice
You come on like a flame
Then you turn a cold shoulder
Fire and Ice
I wanna give you my love
But you'll just take a little piece of my heart

You'll just tear it apart

So you think you got it all figured out
You're an expert in the field, without a doubt
But I know your methods inside and out
And I won't be takin' in by Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice
You come on like a flame
Then you turn a cold shoulder
Fire and Ice
I wanna give you my love
But you'll just take a little piece of my heart

You'll just tear it apart

You come on like a flame
Then you turn a cold shoulder
Fire and Ice
I wanna give you my love
But you'll just take a little piece of my heart

You come on like a flame
Then you turn a cold shoulder
Fire and Ice

You come on like a flame
Then you turn a cold shoulder
Fire and Ice

This Little Piggy

This little piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy had roast beef
And this little piggy had none
This piggy cried wee wee wee
All the way home home home
This piggy cried wee wee wee
All the way home home home
All the way home

Where oh where was the market
What'd the piggies call home
Who made the roast beef for the piggies
And how come they're crying all alone
This piggy cried wee wee wee
All the way home home home
This piggy cried wee wee wee
All the way home
All the way home home home
All the way home home home
All the way home home home

Barber, barber shave a pig
How many hairs does it take to make a wig?
Four and twenty should be enough
Give the barber a pinch of snuff

This little piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy had roast beef
And this little piggy had none
This little piggy cried and cried and cried
Wee wee wee all the way home
This little piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy had roast beef
And this little piggy had none
This little piggy cried and cried and cried
Wee wee wee
Wee wee wee
Wee wee wee all the way home

Wee wee wee all the way home

Wee wee wee all the way home

All Tomorrow's Parties

( The Velvet Underground Cover )

And What costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties

And where will she go and what shall she be
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties

And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
It's fine for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties

Rock & Roll

( Led Zeppelin Cover )

It's been a long time since I Rock and Rolled
It's been a long time since I did the Stroll
Oh let me get it back
Let me get it back
Let me get it back, baby, where I come from
Oh Lord
It's been a long time
been a long time
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
Yes it has

It's been a long time since I spoke of love
Many many tears of a life with no love
Carry me back
carry me back
Carry me back, baby, where I come from
It's been a long time
been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time

Seems so long since we walked in the moonlight
Oh Lord
Making vows that just can't work right
Oh yea
Open your arms
open your arms,
Open your arms, baby, let my love come running in
It's been a long time
been a long time
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time

Fox in the snow

( My Fever Broke EP )

Girl in the snow, where will you go
To find someone that will do?
To tell someone all the truth before it kills you
They listen to your crazy laugh
Before you hang a right
And disappear from sight
What do they know anyway?
You'll read it in a book
What do they know anyway?
You'll read it in a book tonight

Boy on the bike, what are you like
As you cycle round the town?
You're going up, you're going down
You're going nowhere
It's not as if they're paying you
It's not as if it's fun
At least not anymore
When your legs are black and blue
It's time to take a break
When your legs are black and blue
It's time to take a holiday

Kid in the snow, way to go
It only happens once a year
It only happens once a lifetime
Make the most of it
Second just to being born
Second to dying to
What else could you do?

This song was originally performed by Belle & Sebastian.

Yellow Fever

( Frustration Plantation out-take -
Poor Relations in the Shed Out Back Extra CD of Frustration Plantation )

It was a deadly yellow fever epidemic
At first only a few where sick and then it
Started raging bad,
It was the wort this town has had
It was the summer of 1853
Only my dear old dad and me
Escaped alive
Escaped unscathed

Summer of 1853
the river reeked of mortality
Summer of 1853
the river reeked of mortality
It was a deadly yellow fever epidemic

*** Thanx a lot to KirKis for this one ***

Momma Was an Opium-Smoker (Melora Mix)

( Poor Relations in the Shed Out Back Extra CD of Frustration Plantation )

Momma was an opium-smoker.
She light it with a red-hot poker.
She would never take a bath.
We would ask her- she'd just laugh.
Because our momma was an opium smoker.
She made it with a gentleman, Lincoln.
They met on a boat, it was sinking.
When she shoulda gone overboard,
Momma say, "No way, Oh my Lord."
"Only of opium smoke am I thinking."
Oh help us lord.
We can't afford. Her destructive ways.
You oughtta her hear what she says!
She would just sit on her fat ass.
Yell at us, "Fill up my wine glass!"
She would tell us, "How sad.
"You won't ever know your dad."
Oh yeah, my momma was opium-smoker.

Heeeeyaa!
''That's right'' ... ''No mama don't!''
Haaaaahahaaaa!

She hide the money and the drugs under the mattress.
I wonder, how long has she been at this?
And I say, "Mom, bang the gong."
"Can't you see, it's gone all wrong?"
Oh yeah, my momma was opium-smoker.

*** Thanx a lot to KirKis for this one ***

Crazy Swan (Cabin Fever remnant) 

( Poor Relations in the Shed Out Back Extra CD of Frustration Plantation )

He was always misjudged
He was a weighthose man
He had ???
He would ??? to European hand

????
????
????

She was a crazy swan

He was choky
Oh he was lean
He was the most innocent
thing she had ever seen
Oh and the gentle way he laid
his hand on her neck
She was crazy, driving crazy
She was playing with a half-duck

It was difficult for this couple to hold hands
???
yeah! yeah!
She was a crazy swan

???
???
???
She was a crazy swan

Ahaah aah!

It don't matter what the people say (what they say what they say)
Their attention couldn't just get in the way
You could mix up these two if heaven came down
You should hear them in the backyard making joyful sound

????
????
????

Yeah yeah yeah!
She was a crazy swan

Ahaah aah!
Ahaah aah!
Ahaah aah!

She was a crazy swan

*** Thanx a lot to KirKis for this one ***

Mr. Romberg (from Lakme by Delibes)

( Poor Relations in the Shed Out Back Extra CD of Frustration Plantation )

Oh, Mr. Romberg
I have taken 14 of your classes
I'm the girl with greasy hair and glasses

Mr. Romerg, If you're listening
If you can hear me
Give me a sign that we can be together
Oh my god, oh nevermind

I carved your name into my hand
Romberg
You are the most attractive man
Romberg, Mr. Romberg
I'll climb
To the top of the Chrysler building
And find for you the things you don't know you're feeling

Mr. Romberg
Look into my eyes
I know you must feel
The same
Way

R-o-m-b-e-r-g
R-o-m-b-e-r-g

You look very frightened
In a handsome way, I , I wanna say
I love you

Mr. Romberg

*** Thanx a lot to KirKis for this one ***

My Soul

( Traditional - Poor Relations in the Shed Out Back Extra CD of Frustration Plantation )

My soul my soul my soul my soul
My soul wants something that's new

My soul my soul my soul my soul
My soul wants something that's new

*** Thanx a lot to KirKis for this one ***