B i o g r a p h y (by Jason Ankeny)
The New York City-based trio Rasputina was led by singer/songwriter Melora Creager, a classically-trained cellist who backed Nirvana on the group's final tour. In 1992, Creager placed a want ad seeking other cellists to form a rock band; among those responding was Canadian musician Julia Kent, and with the later addition of Polish native Agnieszka Rybska, Rasputina was born. The three cellists' image further developed by the addition of tightly-laced vintage Victorian costumes, their gothic chamber-pop soon caught the attention of Sony, who issued the group's debut Thanks for the Ether in 1996; Transylvanian Regurgitations, an EP featuring remixes by fan Marilyn Manson, appeared a year later, and in 1998 Rasputina resurfaced with How We Quit the Forest. By the new millennium, Rybska and Kent had been replaced with Nana Bornant and K. Cowperthwaite. A deal with Instinct surfaced in 2001 and the magical mystery of Cabin Fever appeared the following spring. Bornant's stay was brief; she left in June 2002 and Cowperthwaite followed four months later. Zoe Keating (cello) and first ever male bandmate Jonathon TeBeest were quickly added to the beautiful chaos of Rasputina just in time for the 2003 release of the Lost & Found EP. Frustration Plantation, their most cohesive work to date, appeared in spring 2004. In 2007 the group released Oh Perilous World, a loosely-connected song suite culled from newspaper clippings that lead singer Melora Creager gathered over a two year period, then juxtaposed with the band's signature 18th century steampunk imagery.
Thanks for the ether - 1996-08-06 - My Little Shirtwaist Fire Stumpside Nozzle Transylvanian Concubine Why Don't You Do Right Mr. E. Leon Rauis The Donner Party Endomorph Brand New Key Crybabies Howard Hughes Sister Sleep Fives Fleas Any Old Actress Dig Ophelia Kate Moss Rusty The Skatemaker Trust All-Stars
How we quit the forest - 1998-08-04 - The Olde HeadBoard LeechWife You Don't Own Me The New Zero Rose K. DwarfStar Sign of the Zodiac TrenchMouth Herb Girls of Birkenau Mayfly Christian Soldiers Things I'm Gonna Do Diamond Mind How We Quit the Forest Watch T.V.
Cabin fever - 2002-04-08 - Gingerbread Coffin Thimble Island State Fair SweetWater Kill Remnants of Percy Bass Rats Clipped PJ + Vincent & Matthew + Bjork My Orphanage Crosswalk Hunter's Kiss Our Lies AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes Cooped A Quitter
Non Albums Tracks - Misc - All Tomorrow's Parties Bad Moon Rising Call Me Alice (Life 101) Crazy Swan (Cabin Fever remnant) Dollhouse Fire & Ice Fox in the snow Golden Grains I'm A Boy Killing Comb Momma Was an Opium-Smoker (Melora Mix) Mr. Romberg My Soul Rock & Roll Small Boy Jumps The Vaulted Eel This Little Piggy Tourniquet Trust All-Stars (Germanic Version) Wish You Were Here Yellow Fever
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 Pallup's failure to grasp That the time was indeed now If she was ever to recover vitality To her mortal 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 Then 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 situation 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 green horns Pitting themselves against nature and each other Two, an insufficient willingness to endure The very real hardships of frontiering And three coincidental misfortune at every turn Number three coincidental misfortune at every turn Disasters of both camps were initially Brought about by departure, delay and desert, inertia Which caused our heroes to begin their journeys At absolutely retarded times weather wise 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 Uh 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
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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 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 Cooke, age thirteen, written 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 Nachez Pierce, was the sight of my own hideous undoing. My family was lain waste, no care being taken by the natives, that even baby Coolige 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, through eyes still stinging from the smoldering 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 carcass. 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. (crying sounds) I clenched my long, graceful fingers into tight fists at my sides, and turning my head away, laughed quietly to myself. (laughter) If these human animals thought they had caught a nubile and willing young white slave-girl, they were sorely mistaken. I felt about my waist for a weapon. Oftentimes, I keep 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 stray 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 dove 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 Cooke, was to become handmaiden to a number of virile, 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 hit Yellowcake, Pitcairn's underground labyrinth, Just last yesterday as greyish water from broken pipes Created chest-deep floods in Pitcairn's underground labyrinth ex-city of Old Yellowcake. No repairs to the system could be made, As no one could remember how the ancient tunnels had been built. The shopkeepers who were trying to navigate the maze of streets, Which had quickly filled with chest-high sludge, quickly gave up. Goats 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
Oh Perilous World EP
The Question Of Time Some time later in the future, near the end of time A parallel universe devoid of any semblance of reality was found in the end not to be real. Or at least, it was all... extremely unclear. We had learned to say anything. We called things the opposite of what they were. Time was measured by progress but things were deteriorating so rapidly that one felt time was going backwards. We owned neither the world nor time. We know that now. Space and time, some quantum gravity theorists say, are most likely an illusion The philosopher Augustine famously argued 17,000 years ago that space and time are creatures of existence and the universe Born with it, not separately standing features of eternity. "That's not the way the world really works anymore," the arrogant official argued. "We're an empire now, and when we act we create our own reality And while you are studying that reality, judiciously as you will, we will act again Creating other new realities which you can study too, and that's how things will work out We're history's actors, and you - all of you - will be left to just study what we're doing People don't have the right or ability to define for themselves what's true." He sees the future as something even more far-reaching. "You have a choice. You can either create your own future, or you can become the victim of a future that someone else creates for you By seizing the transformation opportunities we offer, you are seizing the opportunity to create your own future." We don't have time today to cover simultaneousness, but we will be discussing wormholes Tunnels through space connecting distant points travelling in time, holes called Einstein-Rosen bridges and how gravity would slam them shut When we went in one all we could hear was raging, crashing, thudding, and smashing from the flooded ruins of a campsite Even this inordinately frightening experience, accurately predicted by the Man Above, was still frighteningly unclear.
Identity Tokens We leave for those who were trapped As the culture collapsed These identity tokens so that perhaps You remember that ideals were simple and eternal They're locked inside these mysterious crystals We the pregnant, the sick and insane We leave you these things, you remember our name A basket was hauled at the gate The mother put the baby in and then she would wait The questions were to be asked About the parentage, the lineage, and the immediate past She waited to hear if her baby would be Returned for disease or at once be received We the pregnant, the sick and insane We leave you these things, you remember our name We leave three or four tarnished padlocks A playing card, the ace of hearts, a gold pocketwatch A piece of brass shaped like the moon A magnifying glass, a miniature spoon What were we thinking or hoping for When leaving such things at the hospital door A fine piece of ribbon, a cruel separation A vague intimation of a higher-born station Your mother was neither a saint nor a whore There's a constant reminder that you were born poor We leave for those who were trapped As the culture collapsed These identity tokens so that perhaps You remember that ideals were simple and eternal They're locked inside these mysterious crystals We the pregnant, the sick and insane We leave you these things, you remember our name
The Humanized Mice He says, "What we're really worried about is creating some sort of creature That would be functioning like a human being, yet have strong animal-like features. Grotesque mutations have been reported Certainly, if the mouse stood on its hind legs, if it stood on its hind legs and said 'Hi, I'm Mickey!' we'd be worried. We'd be more than worried," the doctor said. We are moving rapidly into a post-Darwinian era, an era when species will no longer exist Once the general public gets the hang of genetic engineering, there will be an explosion of monstrous creations Designing creatures will be a new art form as creative as painting or sculpture Few of the new creations will be masterpieces, but all will bring joy to their creators and diversity to our fauna and flora A 60 million-year-old mouse that had a rare and poisonous bite? The humanized mice They will have to explain themselves What if the human mind somehow got trapped inside of a sheep's head What if - What if - What if Although constitutional prohibitions against slavery prevent the patenting of people, some of my best friends are clones Topping seasonal wishlists, uncertainties about the health and lifespan of clones persist On the underside of the aging spaceship, genetic replicas of existing dogs thrive alongside tiny bodies hidden in flowerpots in a sand-filled fishtank
Flood Corps The volunteer citizen navy had been given instructions to tie the numberless Nightmarish corpses to streetpoles to be collected later I saw bodies appear from the water The full extent of the danger is unknowable and unknown They float in the water, they hang from the trees, they lay untended in the streets They are being covered in leaves, at best Increasingly, the recovery of the dead has become more commonplace In an apartment home for the blind, the staff had abandoned the residents This exquisite evidence illustrates a preponderant absence of benevolence Bewildered, evacuated hospital patients wade through flooded streets An alligator emerges from the water and drags a disabled man underneath The dreadful next phase is still in its infancy As patients started to die, nurses tried to protect their dignity A place of overflowing toilets, a sweltering and surreal void Scraggly residents emerged from the waterlogged wood to say strange things and then return into the rot He sat on his porch eating pickled pig lips Others had to leap from rooftop to rooftop There's another one in the freezer, a seven-year-old with her throat cut Its feet jut out from a damp blue tarp
Incapable Of Regret I am incapable of regret I still want what I tried to get I've been a warmonger for so long I try to admit I'm wrong, but yet I am incapable of regret I am incapable of restraint I have never been called a saint I've been a harbinger of a hell I did my best to tell you of When I feel hatred, it's rather like love If you take your hands off the bicycle seat You're unable to ride the bike You ask yourself, "Is she serious?" I say, "Yeah, you bet your life." My loathing obscures my pain, my arrogance and disdain From one man, life and living souls These are the feelings I choose to expose I spend a lot of ??? find someone to fight them with all Though I don't have time to, I've got a mind to Teach you what love really is, oh When you have ??? under the gun, sir, then you can criticize But until then, I'll say it again, you can't see a soul behind my eyes I am incapable of regret I still want what I tried to get I court no popularity Nor do I receive any I am incapable of regret
Desert Vampire A serial killer, a child-murderer, a worker at a bread kiln. "Desert Vampire executed." From the early morning, police wagons drove through the streets announcing the location and the time of the execution "At nine in the main square!" they yelled into loudspeakers, and thousands responded to these calls. Soon the square was full of people. Bunches of young boys dangled from trees and lampposts Spectators held back by barbed wire and 100 policeman chanted "Harder! Harder!" as officials took turns to flog the killer's bare back He was flogged 100 times before being hanged A brother of one of his young victims stabbed him as he was being punished Officials invited the mother of another victim to put the rope around his neck To put the blue nylon noose around his neck The killer was hoisted high into the air by a crane and slowly throttled to death in front of the begging crowd Hanging by a crane does not involve a swift death, as the condemned prisoner's neck is not broken He tricked children to go with him into the desert by saying that they were going to hunt animals There he would kill them Then he would burn or bury their bodies "Again! Kill him again!" His body swayed above the main square Despite their frustration and anger, participants called it "their happiest day."
Sister Kinderhook
Sweet Sister Temperance Sweet sister temperance She of the Marble-hearted innocence So eloquent in her mute despair With two smooth bands of reddish hair By some freak of fortune She fainted while baking in the kitchen Overturning all her airy schemes For great and small and all things in-between For future happiness In a knot of blue field violets For her glory and her power Which she found in her final hour Great and small and all in-between Sweet sister temperance She of the Marble-hearted innocence So eloquent in her mute despair With two smooth hands of reddish hair One can see the consequence Of her endless virtuous penitence In a scarlet letter or her tender tear In two smooth bands of reddish hair "Poor defeated I" she cried "Keep green my memory" "Poor defeated I" she cried "Keep green my memory" We had just laid out the garden Handsome more so now than ever An exquisite cleanness showing In the diamond squares She kept us enraptured Gently captured by tender emotion Wild flowers growing We strode a moonlit path in silent pairs
One can see the consequence Of her endless virtuous penitence In a scarlet letter or her tender tear In two smooth bands of reddish hair In a scarlet letter or her tender tear In two smooth bands of reddish hair
For her glory and her power Which she found in her final hour Great and small and all in-between
Home is so far from Home Home is so far from Home Home is so far from Home Home is so far from Home Home is so far from Home Home is so far from Home
Holocaust of Giants When I was nine years old Way back in Ohio The hired man was digging up a well On my father's land He found a fossil there It was a massive bone And since then I've known That a race of giants lived in the Northern Hemisphere Ten thousand years ago they lived right here It seems incredible But yeah, it's the truth That a fossilized and petrified Calcified primeval brute Was turned to stone But he was not alone There were hundreds of them walking on the sand toward the river Even giants think they'll always live forever Where a stream once flowed into the Ohio Everything was turned to stone The Bible speaks of this There were giants in our midst But they slaughtered one another in a meaningless war Thank your lucky stars that we don't do that anymore That graven encrusted skull That was found on the river shoal Had double rows of very sharp teeth The massive jaw measured twenty five feet Well it’s turned to stone There were hundreds of them walking on the sand toward the river Even giants think they'll always live forever The Bible speaks of this There were giants in our midst But they slaughtered one another in a meaningless war Thank your lucky stars that we don't do that anymore That graven encrusted skull That was found on the river shoal Had double rows of very sharp teeth The massive jaw measured twenty five feet Well it’s turned to stone There were hundreds of them walking on the sand toward the river Even giants think they'll always live forever
The Two Miss Leavens Here, we see the two Miss Leavens Each girl was sixteen years old Kylie died in a car crash in Iowa Harriet in an eighteen fifteen portrait from Connecticut Harriet's necklace and purse are lined in scarlet reds Kylie's MySpace states that she was a good friend Stylized clouds float behind their heads Suggesting the halo that awaited them The two Miss Leavens No doubt in Heaven I paint their portraits on ivory Two perfect likenesses Teen-aged your highnesses Soft-focused by death, by history I am the limner I make portraits in miniature. These two girls were separated by two hundred years But still they are sisters "When this you see, remember me. Bear me in your mind What others say when I'm away Speak of me as you find Resigned to dust Don't pity us" We’re forever pretty and mysterious
My Night Sky As Miss Jen Broeck looks back She writes a love letter from the future Making no attempt to obscure her desire Her desire Her desire to live In the past Oh, my night sky Is full of stars of David Oh, they all try To catch my eye and show me what they're made of But I already know I know that they're old I know that an old star has a soul Why I died A laser-bream sent back a box for you And tucked inside Was a photograph of all the things we meant to do But never found the time In your heart, you know how hard I tried Look above you, up where I reside In my night sky She wants him to understand That they had unearthed each other And the scars endure Because the stars are alive in her That curse-ed wish That I made on an eyelash It changed forever my destiny It's still coming true It's still getting the best of me I know I cannot get rid of it I cannot get rid of it At the top of the hill A small clearing in the rain Thunder and lightning all around He was a gentleman in every sense of the word It was "Our Town" Grey and pearl and silver blue All colour was erased under the light of the mood Grey and pearl and silver blue It was only a light rain We got not soaked through or anything
Humankind, As The Sailor Ties that bind Knots that fail or A Scrimshaw carved in soap instead of bone Humankind, as the sailor Embarking without hope of a safe way home Keep in mind the moon makes paler What is darkened, what is soaked by the sea alone Humankind, as the sailor Embarking without hope of a safe way home The size of the storm that is buffeting us Is absolutely huge and enormously dangerous We who rescue others Lovers, sons and mothers Now we feel like the orphans ourselves If we don't keep up the grind I will surely fall behind Wave after wave right into my face Humankind Of one mind Set adrift to ride the storm
Calico Indians Oh, how I used to hate the sight Of the evil rent collector coming in the night Got to tithe the forty bushels But it don't seem right Up to the manor house to pay the great patroon We had taken a wilderness And turned the earth to bounty by the rake's caress Never owning what we tilled below the crescent moon Up to the manor house to pay the great patroon The sheriff was about to sell their cows Or otherwise extort the rent So they met in barns and in out-of-the-way places To scheme all night on how to gain their ends "What do you wear for civil war in eighteen forty four in upstate New York?" "What do you wear for civil war in eighteen forty four in upstate New York?" These Indians wore calico dresses They were belted at the waist, red flannel pantaloons Oh! Those masks were awful looking things With fringe around the neck, horns upon the forehead Coarse animal hair glued on for a beard At this pow-wow among the grotesque The Chief wore a striped calico long lady's dress Blow the tin dinner horn over the valley Call all the formerly normal men to revolt and rally The feudal land laws should be abolished What are you waiting for It's eighteen forty four! The worm has begun to turn I saw those Calicos scorn and spurn their accusers Through threatening talk and rough, tough, threatening gestures The feeling waxed stronger and stronger, stronger and stronger They tried to talk like real Indians might "Me want cider," and the like Many a head had worn this crown of feathers Had tried to be the leader of the Anti-rent rioters I recognised it as having belonged to a left-handed neighbour A real Indian man called Sandervatheverander Blow the tin dinner horn over the valley Call all the formerly normal men to revolt and rally The feudal land laws should be abolished What are you waiting for It's eighteen forty four! The worm has begun to turn Three, four, five, waaah!
The Snow-Hen of Austerlitz They say not far away, in fact upon a hill They say that there's a little girl there still She wasn't raised like the other kids This then, the Snow-Hen of Austerlitz The mother is blind and keeps some birds as pets That her baby is a human, she forgets In a tiny wire pen that little girl still sits This then, the Snow-Hen of Austerlitz She must be ten or eleven now I heard she's pretty but she don't have all the wits She is the Snow-Hen of Austerlitz Not having really neither wings nor beak She never learned to walk or speak To the child, the mother never says a word To communicate, this little girl, she chirps like a bird All the birds look around, they taught the little girl their language When she's not understood, she starts to get real angry So she waves her hands around just like they were her wings Oh but when she's happy you should hear her sing Oh leave the cage door open We'll see how far she gets She's known as the Snow-Hen of Austerlitz Kept like a pet in an old hen-coop The mother didn't beat her and she gave her food Still, pitiful - no care shown - but it's The life of the Snow-Hen of Austerlitz A skinny thing with brittle, glass-like bones Was it wind in the trees or the Snow-Hen's moans From perch to perch in that attic she flits This then, the Snow-Hen of Austerlitz She must be ten or eleven now I heard she's pretty but she don't have all the wits She is the Snow-Hen of Austerlitz Oh leave the cage door open We'll see how far she gets She's known as the Snow-Hen of Austerlitz She must be ten or eleven now I heard she's pretty but she don't have all the wits She is the Snow-Hen of Austerlitz Oh leave the cage door open We'll see how far she gets She's known as the Snow-Hen of Austerlitz
Dark February In the dire obscurity Of another dark February There lowers a fog of uncertainty On a thin gasp of wind known only to me My shivering sigh spreads a shadow far and wide The frigid, leaden sky remains immobile, petrified I attempt to seek out the source Of this ancient curse by bad-tempered Gods Of how the Moon keeps on its course Without being stopped by the crisis of dogs Oh my love, I'm freezing In my marble dressing gown Cold, the oldest season Hold me when the sun goes down As this hesitant haze, it deepens Under a blanket of doubt, I've been sleeping Here, our deterioration begins Where the tears that are wept are kept for safe-keeping They say it will come to an end Then all things begin again In this eggshell atmosphere which is so very thin Twenty thousand million copper needles begin vibrating My frigidity has been eclipsed By the severity of my blue trembling lips Although I locked my heart at dusk I will open it again when the light comes in Oh my love, I'm freezing In my marble dressing gown Cold, the oldest season Hold me when the sun goes down Oh my love, I'm freezing In my marble dressing gown Cold, the oldest season Hold me when the sun goes down
Utopian Society There were once two utopian societies Pavonia, 'Land of the Peacocks' And Swaanendael, 'Valley of the Swans' Both had failed, miserably There, behind every chair, a Negro slave 'The blackest of the black' Attired in white apron and vest Standing ready to attend each guest Such as the corrupt and exotic governer, Lord Cornbury Whose custom it was to take a daily stroll dress In silk gowns like a fashionable lady In this he failed, miserably Lord Cornbury did this, his friends said To demonstrate his resemblance to his cousin, Queen Anne His impetuosity, however, did not extend to marrying a manor milkmaid She, he left, square in shape, with a hip roof and belfry in the centre
Afternoon of the Faun I know my house floods up the basement. You know I'd sell it if I could. In the wintertime, the kitchen is freezing Because my furnace isn't good But if you accept my true intention To find a house for all of us My mind's eye can see a cottage of dimension That defies its adorable size where the garden is lush. Let's get put out to pasture Let's go underground Let's sit up in the thatched roof rafters Where we can listen to the sound Of anything that babbles Like a brook, a stream of a little child I want to live then in a hollow glen Where the buttercup grows wild Gimme shelter of a darling proportion Roll me over in the sparkling dew Far from town, lay me down On the mossy stones, on the warm, wet ground I wanna buy this heathen house for you On the Afternoon of the Faun Afternoon of the Faun Afternoon of the Faun On the Afternoon of the Faun Afternoon of the Faun Afternoon of the Faun Afternoon of the Faun
Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works On one side was Albany Avenue On the other side, a rushing creek Laid in Flemish bond, three stories high, a fortress of brick This was our place of employ The Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works But it still hurts when I think on the privileged captivity of a mill girl, like me Kept sequestered, only seen on the rope bridge that hangs high over the stream We are kept like galley slaves, while strangers decorate our fathers' graves The dark secret of this river, this creek, this stream, but what does it mean You'll hear no flattery at the factory At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works There comes an undertone of frantic in their stitchery Idle talk takes a turn to the wicked, take a listen, you will surely see Between the girls, a feud ensued. Our heroine turns inward To her collection, to examine her collection, her collection of two hundred and twenty-five smiles You'll hear no flattery at the factory At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works You'll hear no flattery at the factory At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works Each decision we make is based on love or fear Shall I be kind or cruel or fake Shall I now shed a tear You can see them up in the windows of the factory Any night of the week Like beautifully gowned wax figures on display With the loveliest eyes you've ever seen Squinting to baste a flounce Basting underskirts as big as wagon wheels Stabbing feelings with a needle Do you like how that feels You'll hear no flattery at the factory At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works You'll hear no flattery at the factory At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works
Meant To Be Dutch Oh I can wish For duller mind For more glamour Or quiet time For higher heels And flattened hips But the nasty truth Is at my lips I will not let it out today It's no one's business anyway I'll do some petty work instead Let it fester in my head I'll do some petty work instead Let it fester in my head I'll do some petty work instead Let it fester in my head What bothers me Dissatisfies Why silent when My dark side cries If I'm so smart What reason then Do I deceive My knowledge when It eats at me And shows it's true It's flat, it fits me Like a shoe
This, My Porcelain Life This letter, you get it, you burn it, forget it It's not what I meant to say You might think me a scapegrace Really a fugitive in decay I exist here on an acre of nature In the diminutive But I'll be thinking of you, I would wager My favourite hypocrite You are a master of the commerce of friendship So I put all of my feathers on I wrote you this letter, I'll send it When this foul weather is gone Of your last words to me, I am thinking And the depth of your eyes But you can't halt the profound shrinking Of this, my porcelain life You're vexed I reject your protection Well, I abhor captivity I want to live alone in my little section So very wild and watery How to preserve my own mistaken perfection Or your refined vulgarity I only tenuously ask you this question Out of a sincere wish for clarity You are a master of the commerce of friendship So I put all of my feathers on I wrote you this letter, I'll send it When this foul weather is gone Of your last words to me, I am thinking And the depth of your eyes But you can't halt the profound shrinking Of this, my porcelain life My porcelain life My porcelain life I find it very breakable My porcelain life
Great American Gingerbread Pudding Crypt We found an old doll that was out in the grass She has 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, she'll rise Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin She's so pretty all laid out in white Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin When we need her she'll rise to the light We look down at the ground And into her eyes Passеd around an old teacup Filled up with dead fliеs 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, she'll rise Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin She's so pretty all laid out in white Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin When we need her she'll rise to the light Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin It's a flickering beautiful sight Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin When we need her she'll rise to the light I Go to Sleep When I look up from my pillow I dream you are there with me Though you are far away I know you'll always be near to me I go to sleep, sleep And imagine that you're there with me I go to sleep, sleep And imagine that you're there with me I look around me And feel you are ever so close to me Each tear that flows from my eye Brings back memories of you to me I go to sleep, sleep And imagine that you're there with me I go to sleep, sleep And imagine that you're there with me I was wrong, I will cry I will love you till the day I die You were all, you alone and no one else You were meant for me When morning comes again I have the loneliness you left me Each day drags by Until finally my time descends on me I go to sleep, sleep And imagine that you're there with me I go to sleep, sleep And imagine that you're there with me Do What I Do Although you don't have to listen the advice I'm givin Is freedom, tried and true What you wish it could be is forgiving What you say if I'd be through? Oh, you're never gonna remember your brains In a... don't forget who you're talking to Although you don't have do to what I say I would recommend you do, do what I do Do what I do There's been many boys who would take of the joys Of the girl I used to be Now I'm a ....and a hand and a man It makes me happy Although the names of the games and the people playing And my secrets that I keep And the name it's the same as the thing I was saying I could sing it in my sleep Do what I do Do what I do Do what I do Do what I do A lot of things that I do are weird But that ain't never how they appear 20/20 hindsight is a rule Do what I do, it's really cool Do what I do, don't be done I do what's new, what is fun Do what I do Do what I do Do what I do Do what I do Give me the money, honey Or else I have got to go... Black Hole Hunter Twelve thousand light years from Earth At the possible location of ??? outbursts Ignorant and worn weary, we saw the giant magnetar This remarkable super-dense object Was once a giant neutron star The remnant of a collapsed and molten core A curious breed of galaxy never seen before No longer able to support its mass It's unleashed ten thousand-trillion watts of noxious gas Aboard the Black Hole Hunter In very intense but fleeting flashes Even stars were turned into ashеs When making the fleeting final appearancе They beg you, please envision massive collisions Speed is crucial to the chase You wanna catch those first few bursts The unknown looks you in the face You always wanted to be the first Swiftly swiveling, directly at the burst position The machine has made the wrong decision But it can't take it back It turns to point its ocular toward the blast But that particular action, the protocol says do last Aboard the Black Hole Hunter
Black Hole.2 Twelve thousand light years from Earth At the possible location of??? outbursts Ignorant and worn weary, we saw the giant magnetar This remarkable super-dense object Was once a giant neutron star The remnant of a collapsed and molten core A curious breed of galaxy never seen before No longer able to support its ma** It's unleashed ten thousand-trillion watts of noxious gas Aboard the Black Hole Hunter Gonna make you see Searchin high and under for lost galaxies Aboard the Black Hole Hunter Most of the planets we visit are quite cold and extremely distant Heat from the probe's batteries Warm the soil beneath it But it's all right, we're feelin fine This trip has lasted an entire light year Easily twice my Earthbound lifetime Aboard the Black Hole Hunter Gonna make you see Searchin high and under for lost galaxies Aboard the Black Hole Hunter Aboard the Black Hole Hunter Speed is crucial to the chase You wanna catch those first few bursts The unknown looks you in the face You always wanted to be the first Swiftly swiveling, directly at the burst position The machine has made the wrong decision But it can't take it back It turns to point its ocular toward the blast But that particular action, the protocol says do last Aboard the Black Hole Hunter Gonna make you see Searchin high and under for lost galaxies Aboard the Black Hole Hunter Death at Disneyland Damn them automatons Frontier Land, the World of Tomorrow Come and spend time with Princess Aurora Ooh, I read about my death at Disneyland The Evil Queen reached right out And she touched my hand I don't think that I could shut my eyes The afterlife at Disneyland would be One long, happy surprise I read about my Death at Disneyland Coraline Oh, Coraline These are the most hideous things I've ever seen But you came out the other side of the button eyes With a glowing stone and a cold black key Leave that for me In the mother's hand Well this old man He put his hat on and the last real rat was gone You were victorious against evaporation You fought a horrifying, wet, large larva thing Inside a theatre of dogs who couldn't sing The dog puts a flashlight down on the floor I say it's a high price that you have to pay For going to explore the other side of a door Coraline We're all old souls If you made this other world It begs the question Did you also make yourself Is something real if it is seen by the girl named Coraline Coraline If you made this other world It begs the question Did you also make yourself Is something real if it is seen by this girl named Coraline Coraline Coraline, Coraline Coraline, Coraline Coraline, Coraline Mysterious Man-Monkey Tuesday, May 15 Mysterious "man-monkey" strikes Delhi Residents of the Indian capital, Delhi, are reported to be panicking after a series of attacks by mysterious creatures, described as "man-monkeys" At least one person is said to have died and 35 others have been injured in attacks in recent days or while attempting to flee in panic Police in one Delhi suburb say they have ordered officers to "shoot on sight" to halt the ape-like menace Indian newspaper reports described the creature as "short, dark and hairy, with human legs and an ape-like face" It apparently scratched and attacked people sleeping on the roofs of their homes, during the scorching summer months According to the Press Trust of India, Delhi police received 29 "distress calls" from the east and north-east parts of the capital on Monday night One person in the eastern district of Noida died when he jumped from the roof of his house in an attempt to save himself from attack In another district, a pregnant woman fell down a flight of steps in fright, the Hindustan Times newspaper reported Police are now said to be preparing identification kits of the creatures which allegedly jump down from tall buildings and "sprint long distances in seconds" "It is indeed intriguing how a human-being can jump down from multi-storey buildings and cover long distances within such a short space of time," joint commissioner of police, Suresh Roy, said Zoo officials have also been contacted to help the police investigate the attacks and patrols have been stepped up in areas where the "man-monkeys" are said to be operating Thursday, May 17 Monkey mystery baffles Delhi Police in the Indian capital Delhi are still on the trail of a mysterious creature which has allegedly attacked the city's residents The creature, which is described as part man, part monkey, has apparently struck in 65 locations and has led to the deaths of at least two people Police say they have been flooded with panic calls, not all of which are genuine "Altogether we received about 100 distress calls but only 16 attacks could be verified" "Eighteen people have been injured since last night. We cannot yet say who, or what, is causing these attacks," he said The attacks have taken place at night, and have targeted people sleeping on the roofs of their houses to escape the summer heat But their job has been made harder with the wildly varying descriptions of the creature. It is said to be anything between a tiny man to a tall beast - some say with metal claws "When I grabbed it, it turned into a cat with glowing eyes," one resident, who claimed to have encountered the creature, said "It looks like a monkey and has green lights as eyes and springs on its feet. It has a huge metallic silver hand which glows in the dark," he said The event has made the front-pages of the capital's daily newspapers, which have even published police sketches of the mysterious creature But animal experts rejected the notion that the creature was a primate of any sort "I am 120% sure that they are humans," "These are most definitely pranksters who are getting kicks our of their jokes and, in the process, giving monkeys a bad name," she said Delhi is home to the rhesus monkey which has become a menace in recent times, attacking bureaucrats in government ministries and tearing files and documents Friday, May 18 Delhi vigilantes hunt "monkey-man" Vigilante mobs have stepped up patrols in the Indian capital Delhi on the trail of a mysterious "monkey-man", whose fierce attacks have caused panic in the city Residents and groups of young men armed with clubs, sticks and knives are walking the streets, flouting police orders against vigilante groups An extremist Hindu organisation, Shiv Sena, believes the "monkey-man" is a sinister plot hatched by Pakistan and has deployed scores of activists armed with swords and tridents A television news report said that in one case a frenzied mob of around 150 people caught and beat a man in the east of the city, only to discover that he was an innocent bystander The attacker, which is described as part man, part monkey, has apparently struck in 65 locations and has led to the deaths of at least three people Police say they have been flooded with panic calls, not all of which are genuine The attacks have taken place at night, and have targeted people sleeping on the roofs of their houses to escape the summer heat The Delhi police have formed a special team to apprehend the shadowy attacker They also offered a reward of 50,000 rupees (that's around 1,063 US dollars) for information leading to the capture of the "monkey-man", which they now believe is not an animal "It's definitely not one person," Joint Commissioner of Police Suresh Roy said "Events seem to be happening at different places at the same time so it could be a number of mischief-makers who have formed a small gang." Meanwhile, a team of Hindu priests said it would organise special prayers on Saturday to appease the elusive creature "To rid the people of Delhi from the menace of this mysterious monkey-man, we will hold a freedom-from-monkey-man prayer," the group said in a statement The Indian Rationalists Association has dismissed the "monkey-man" as a case of a mass self-delusion The association said the bites and scratches could be self-inflicted "It is a well-known phenomenon in psychiatry that people with a pathological desire for attention inflict themselves with wounds or strange marks on their body"
A Skeleton Bang What did you see today Yeah I saw a skeleton Banging his head on a tombstone in a cemetery The sun was out It was weird I've gotta say What did you do today I asked a skeleton I say "Hey Why are you banging your head in that way On a tombstone in the cemetery On such a lovely day" He said he'd climbed out When the sun came on his door He just wanted to see what the heck was going on In the sunshine In the graveyard On down the hillside All over the planet In the sunshine In the graveyard On down the hillside All over the planet Who did you meet today I met a very special skeleton He had a a lot of curiosity about the living world But that is all that I will say about today On My Knees Ours is a stolen love If it was known it seem a shame As if the charm was broken It is a mixture of pain and pleasure And after all who in this life is without both I am yours As I am
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Curse Tablet Pray permit me An alchemist for our times A meek, weak Most disturbed and wicked woman To perform in a virtuosic sequence The transmutation of myself to a greater perfection The time has come To unyoke my shadowed self With whom, after a lifetime of sundry abominations I find myself at a dissociative fork That's why I cook these elixirs and work these invocations That self, a shape, a pall A shadow-made substance A lump bred up in darkness Remains at variance A hard boundary With all things decеnt and lovely in me Following her mistrеss And moving like a ghost This poor imitation says to me, her host "If you know not me, you know nobody" I stand accused by this covetous, stunted pygmy When you put words in my mouth Little strips of paper come out Into a casket of reasonable bigness Restored from five fragments, now badly faded I ruthlessly cast, rolled, folded, and pierced with nails A stream of violent, but extremely learned abuse Bazagra! Bescu! And Berabescu! Human language is not appropriate for addressing the gods! May you uncouple from me immediately She who is so paranoid, dreadful, corrupt! Yeah, she corrupts me And the gods say: "It is our pleasure to destroy this wretched creature Pathetic, miserable, and miserly slug!" Airborne on black vapors She begins to melt 'Tis a heavy loss I loved that self The bisection reveals a polished surface Violet bands around the center A trefoil mouth, the paint completely peeled off Much hissing Small parts of the feet are chipped away Now about one half of this vessel is missing Pastoral Noir The scene: Athens, 1010 AD Nymphs, Dryads Glowing in the misty dawn Minding their own business When the Goddess Vesta appears Hilltop Twelve O'clock Oh, say, you nectar drinkers, pray Have you seen thine goat God, Pan? Because I am looking for him For him, for him I have A couple of questions (I see him just down there Pan's at the bottom of the hill He's just right down there You can catch him He's right at the bottom He's at the bottom of the hill Just right down there He's down there at the bottom of the hill) She's Vesta And she's now from Lemnos Hill descending She puts a candle to his face The flickering light shines hard He looks scared Pan, what do you know about Shepherd Tony? "Nothing" Liar! Liar! Goddamnit Pan! Do you know anything about Shepherd Tony? Becomes the sound of shifting Pan shifts on his toadstool seat So you do! You do know something! About Shepherd Tony Tell me then Tell me now! Well, Vesta It goes a little something like this Oh My God! That makes me crazy! Do it again Do it again! Vesta puts out Vesta puts out the candle with her fingertips Sparrow-Hawk Proud A Sparrow-Hawk proud did hold in jail Wicked, wicked jail Music's sweet chorister, the nightingale The sweet, sweet nightingale To whom, with sighs, she said: "O, set me free! Already, I feel dead." And in my song, I'll praise, "It set free! And no other - no bird but thee, no other." (I will not lose my diet) (Plus, I will forever keep you quiet) Unicorn Horn Mounted You take my third eye My magical cone of bone What you don't have by right You steal Beauty loses When the big game hunter chooses To mount it on a plaque It cannot be glued back It's on a plaque in his den And you're drinking cognac when His associates come in "Oh, I say, how did you acquire that unicorn horn" The big game hunter says: "It was force, my new shoo-in By a well-paid subordinate game hunter I did not kill the animal So no harm done" (no harm done) "But did she, did she try to run" "Oh, to be sure. But I put a lure in a trap She kеpt coming back... ...They say it doesn't hurt the animal" But now look at mе I ride a pathetic and broken down pony With a gorey wound on my face Was useless to think that I could have been Swifter, smarter, more clever For I could not have escaped
Bridget Manners Clean was the invoice of her favors When some sweet, with little savor, ah Reflecting lack of sophistication Pure and ignorant of courtly machinations For the sweet life, I tried I do what I can to gracify See me as I am, I am plain without guile And a delicate smile Remember the state of the fatherless maid Shall her young years be darkened by Cupid's shadow? Arm thyself against desire with the chaste disdain Maintain your aim For the sweet life, I tried I do what I can to gracify See me as I am, I am plain without guile And a delicate smile An innocuous girl Her meddling grandmother's tool Gradually, she became a convert to the Queen Sweet on the scene Yeah, yeah, yeah Sweet on the scene Yeah, yeah, yeah Sweet on the scene No fault, no fault, no harm I'm sorry, sorry, sorry No fault, no fault, no harm I'm sorry, sorry, sorry Sweet on the scene Yeah Sweet on the scene Yeah Sweet on the scene
Indian Weed A noble patron is forcing the maiden to To keep her pretty little mouth shut tight He keeps her secrets concerning her humiliating sins And this is what happens When virtue is turned around and preyed upon Made it hurt you Penelope was lacking in simplicity She was a waster with the wormwood And the Indian weed There is always something to hide We've all got an unfulfilled need Penelope was lacking in simplicity She was a waster with the wormwood And the Indian weed People live with secrets all the time You've got yours I've got mine People live with secrets all the time You've got yours I've got mine
Emily Dickinson’s Trophy Envelope Emily Dickinson's Trophy Envelope By Emily Dickinson Dickinson vs. the Wizard of Oz In masked wrestling An unfair contest But, oh, everybody needs puddings Dickinson always wins Because she never changes her clothes That's how she caught that flashy wizard off his guard Dickinson doesn't care for worldly things, or does she Ha, ha, ha She truly doesn't, just her hair And that's only to be automatic friends with black people So, again, touche for the Dickinson camp Let's go through her advantages: One, her boundless sense of humor about a, herself, myself Ha - and b, her boundlеss sense of humor about others Thе Wizard of Oz does have his humor going for him oft times But when he's bad, it's horrendous off Does he have a sense of humor about himself Let us think Yes, I'll say yes "Can you support that?" Failing to think of a supporting example We must needs retract that virtue claimed for the wizard Pending further study Onward for Dickinson, award for Dickinson Oh, right, there be the crux of his matter The crux of the mutter The mother The mother Here, the sound of changing the subject His Mütter Museum, a gross place of specimens preserved Preserved in formaldehyde to examine at the collector's whim Utterly gross A big collection, none of it living None of it able to respond Just kind of floating, suspended in poison The wizard, he's thoroughly poisoned himself With his own toxic collection Here's where Dickinson makes a winning move She stops reading Into things, she stops reading into things But then, how does she talk to god on the back of an envelope anymore That is her favorite, that is her won't Ah, alas, friend that is now her won't What shall she do She'll find god inside herself Where he wasn't all along Not even hiding There's no place like home There's no place like home And, everyone needs puddings Psychopathic Logic No empathy he has He says no, not for anyone but me Oh, so empty, his blank black eyes His blank black eyes, they cannot see Any tender human real skin Only dots, tiny dots on a TV screen For that is psychopathic logic All alone, keeping his hands clean "She had it coming to her." My psycho, he says that all the time "The hell I give her, it is better." She doesn't even know that she is mine Other lives to him, they are worth nothing They are just puppets, puppets in a lens Hе gets off on all of her suffering Hе is just jealous (jealous) and he is jealous (jealous) of her friends Scared, hiding, he can't help it That's the truth, he said he'd kill again He shared his findings that is psychopathic logic He sold his trophies, he sold them to her friends Ownership, to him, is central To own the girl, to win her world In truth, he's so scared of her He can't love her, that is sure For love is a loving topic A feeling human to the core Define his psychopathic logic He can't feel it from his point of view As the ghost on the floor For love is a loving topic A feeling human to the core Define his psychopathic logic He can't feel it from his point of view As the ghost on the floor
Sensed Her last day on Earth is spent in love Making love with an idea Channeling her ghost lover Him hovering above her Although she knows how real it feels She thinks that love between us isn't real She knows how real it feels Mmm, it feels so real He can smell her remorse She wants to touch sin more than anything No one has touched her So that leaves her touched Sweet face, he has, if only I could see it "Oh, you can, dear," he says Laying his senseless hands all up and down her nightgown Opеn your eyes, look into the light I'm with you always It's for your lovе I fight Over and over and over He tasted her On this, her last day on Earth For then, he took her with him He had to have her 'Twas selfish, he knew But the loneliness, the reach of them was worse Mmm, it feels so real I hear your footprints I see you're quiet You touch my sweetness I taste that you are tender I hear your footprints I see that you are quiet Her last day on Earth is spent in love Making love with an idea Channelingghost lover Him hovering above her Over and over and over He tasted her And then, he took her with him Mmm, it feels so real I hear your footprints I see that you are quiet You touch my sweetness I taste that you are tender I hear your footprints I see that you're quiet Taken Scary When you're traumatized, you take everything as scary You don't talk anymore, you just keep it buried When you're traumatized, you take everything as scary Some faceless freak said he wanted to get married Anti-climactic for such a miss She got the blood off of her hair and off her dress No one ever noticed, she never did confess That faceless freak had really scared the girl to death Her death had plagued him bad, he thought what could he do? Would he offer up his sorry soul to get her back brand new? Lo, behold, to his surprise, a deal was struck that night 'Twas left to him to figure just what could make things right When you're traumatized, everything reads like threats "How's the girl to believe I'm sorry" is what he meant When you're traumatized, everything reads like threats "How's the girl to believe I'm sorry" is what he meant He enacted schemes and plans, but never did they meet He changed his ways and taught her lessons, beautiful and sweet Mistakes he made, but was he human? It was so extreme He never slept, he rarely ate, he was working towards his dream He loved her so, the girl you know, so how could he be so mean? When you're traumatized, you take everything as scary Anymore, you just keep it buried When you're traumatized, you take everything as scary You don't talk anymore, you just keep it buried When you're traumatized, you take everything as scary You don't talk anymore, you just keep it buried When love has raised the dead, made a whole new girl from the gunner How could she think to thank her captor for the honor
The Feel-Good Hits of 1817 Behind Blue Eyes (The Who) No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies But my dreams they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through But my dreams they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free Over at the Frankenstein Place (The Rocky Horror Picture Show) In the velvet darkness Of the blackest night Burning bright There's a guiding star No matter what or who you are There's a light Over at the Frankenstein place There's a light Burning in the fireplace There's a light, a light In the darkness of everybody's life The darkness must go Down the river of night's dreaming Flow morphia slow Let the sun and light come streaming Into my life, into my life There's a light Over at the Frankenstein place There's a light Burning in the fireplace There's a light, a light In the darkness of everybody's life Video Games (Lana Del Rey) Swinging in the backyard Pull up in your fast car Whistling my name You open up a beer And you take it over here And play a video game I'm in a pretty sundress Feeling like a success Take that body downtown I say, "You the bestest" Lean in for a big kiss Put your favourite perfume on Go play your video game It's you, it's you It's all for you Everything you do I tell you all the time Heaven is a place on earth for you I tell you all the things I'd like to do I hear that you still like money Maybe now you do Life is better than I ever even knew They say that the world was split in two I'm not only living in my body You know that's true Singing in the old bars Swinging with the old stars Living for the fame Kissing in the blue dark Playing pool and wild darts Video games He holds me in his big arms Drunk and I am seeing stars This is all I think of Watching all my friends fall In and out of Saint Paul's Not my ideal of fun We're playing video games Yeah, it's you, it's you It's all for you Everything he do I tell you all the time Heaven is a place on earth for you Tell me all the things you'd like to do I hear that you still like money Baby, is that true Life is better than I ever even knew They say that the world was split in two I'm not only living in my body You know that's true Oh, it's you, it's you It's all for you Everything he do I tell you all the time Heaven is a place on earth for you Tell me all the things you'd like to do I hear that you still like money Baby, is that true Life is better than I ever even knew They say that the world was split in two I'm not only living in my body Yeah, you know that's true God Knows I'm Good (David Bowie) I was walking through the counters of a national concern A cash machine was spitting by my shoulder And I saw the multitude of faces, honest, rich and clean As the merchandise exchanged and money roared And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak Into the paper bag at her side And her face was white with fear in case her actions were observed So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind Crying God knows I'm good God knows I'm good God knows I'm good God may look the other way today God knows I'm good God knows I'm good God knows I'm good God may look the other way today Then she moved toward the exit clutching tightly at her paper bag Perspiration trickled down her forehead And her heart it leapt inside her as the hand laid on her shoulder She was led away bewildered and amazed Through her deafened ears the cash machines were shrieking on the counter As her escort asked her softly for her name And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old lady Who had fainted to the whirling wooden floor Crying God knows I'm good God knows I'm good God knows I'm good Surely God won't look The other way God knows I'm good God knows I'm good God knows I'm good Surely God won't look The other way Sweet Love, I Will No More Abuse Thee Sweet Love, I will no more abuse thee Nor with my voice accuse thee I tune my notes unto thy praise That's right And tell the world Love ne’er decays Sweet Love doth concord ever cherish What wanteth concord soon must perish Sweet love, end my misery Turn your silver tongue to harmony Hear my suit thou dost wrong me sore You vows to do so nevermore Deadly does the harsh words sting me Why change your tune, pretty why now care ye I wanted to tell you a hundred times You wanted to tell me a hundred times Sweet Love doth concord ever cherish What wanteth concord soon must perish Sweet love, I thought that it was I you wished to dote Nay, darling, there's a living, loving sweetre hands Than silken pillows while milk and honey are fed Aw, I thought I was a queen you wished to bed Sweet Love doth concord ever cherish What wanteth concord soon must perish Sweet Love, I will no more abuse thee Nor with my voice accuse thee I tune my notes unto thy praise That's right And tell the world Love ne’er decays Sweet Love doth concord ever cherish What wanteth concord soon must perish I wanted to tell you a hundred times You wanted to tell me a hundred times Oh, sweet love doth concord ever cherish Sweet love What wanteth concord soon must perish Wayfaring Stranger I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger In that fair land to which I go I’m going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I know dark clouds will gather ’round me I know my way is rough and steep But golden fields lie just before me Where the redeemed shall ever sleep I'm going there to see my mother She said she’d meet me when I come I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I know dark clouds will gather around me I know my way is rough and steep Yet beauteous fields lie just before me Where God's redeemed their vigils keep I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I'm only going over home I'm only going over home Kingdom of Ovid Wherefore thou weepest, wretched old one I have but a couple of words to say to you But they are weighty ones To kindle in us the fires of love Dress is more important than the dread arts of the magician What do you mean Trust not to herbs, nor to filters compounded of diverse juices Essay not the flux of the marinate Serpents are not cut in two by the incantations of the Marsians And rivers no longer flow backwards to their sources But there are women who, though buried in the country Are yet most careful about their hair You may bang the brass of Tamasa as much as you will It will never bring down the moon to earth O, come learn from me how to impart a dazzling whiteness to your skin If you add the glutinous matter wherewith the halcyon cements its nest You'll have a certain cure for spots and pimples What? O, maid of Colchos Did the herbs of the Phaeacian land avail thee when thou didst desire to remain in the home of thy fathers And, O Circe, did the herbs of Persia bestead thee when a favoring wind bore away the vessels of Ulysses Um, I think Circe's sister was mother to the Minotaur That having been said, a mixture of incense and niter is good for blackheads Take four ounces of each, add an ounce of gum from the bark of a tree And a little cube of oily myrrh. Crush the whole together And pass through a sieve Bind the resultant powder by mixing with honey Add fennel to the myrrh, nine tables of myrrh And five of fennel is the proportion Add a handful of dried rose leaves, some sal ammoniac and male frankincense Pour in barley water and let the weight of the sal ammoniac And the incense equal the weight of the roses After employing very few applications of this mixture You'll have a charming complexion But think not that herein I am expressing any new ideas, thus spake I Now, listen to me, my overbearing friend If you are wise, you will give up getting yourself hated You can go pluck the leaves of the trees and drink of the open river In old times, the red-faced matron, perched clumsily on her high stool Would spin and spin the live-long day But my mother's daughter is daintier and more refined than that I must needs have dresses embroidered with gold, gold, gold I like to do my perfumed hair in countless different ways I must have sparkling rings upon my fingers, gold fingers These things, I sing, are deeds performed within four walls My private wars Thou thankless girl Would to be a lasting grief to me The Armenian tigresses behaved not thus 'Tis known, too, though, that Venus did not disdain the lab of Vulcan Limping withal and dirty as he came straight from his forge The fiery bull has to submit to the yoke You poison my pleasure by your feeble acquiescence Why don't you look for someone to whom such meekness would be welcome I shall appear before you certainly in the morning Before you've had time to complete your toilette While a pretty dress delights us, gold and jewelry cover a host of imperfections What one beholds of a woman is the least part of her Your defects will suffice to dethrone you in my eyes Moreover, there is no offense against decency in my putting in an appearance While you are smearing pomade on her face You've got boxes containing concoctions of all colors of the rainbow And I see the paint trickling down in warm streams onto your breasts The whole place stinks like Phineas' dinner table And I feel as if I'm going to be sick Ah! Time only wastes your beauty And your pretty face will be lined with wrinkles That day will come when you'll be sorry you looked at yourself in the mirror Regret for your vanished beauty will bring you still more wrinkles. Ah! Ah! No naked dagger flashes in my hand. Oh, God. The bird of Juno, when his plumage is praised Spreads out his tail to be admired, and dumb though he be is proud of his beauty. Thus, then, every woman strives to look her best A good disposition is a virtue in itself, and it is lasting The burden of the years cannot depress it And love that is founded on it endures to the end I've seen a woman pound up poppies soaked in cold water, water, water Keep on. Force your reluctant feet to run I have seen a woman pound up poppies soaked in cold water And rub her cheeks with them And rub her cheeks with them
All He Ever Wanted
All he ever wanted and all he ever did Was to kill the bastards Steal the money from their kids All he ever wanted and all he ever did Was to kill the bastards Oh, and steal the money, money from their kids Money from their kids Money from their kids All he ever wanted and all he ever did Was to kill the bastards Steal the money from their kids All he ever wanted and all he ever did Was to kill the bastards Oh, and steal the money, money from their kids Money from their kids Money from their kids... Flow, My Tears (John Dowland) Flow, my tears, fall from your springs Exiled forever, let me mourn Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings There let me live forlorn Down, vain lights, shine you no more No nights are dark enough for those That in despair their last fortunes deplore Like death but shame disclose Never may my woes be relived Since pity is fled, and tears and sighs and groans My weary days, my weary days Of all joys have deprived From the highest spire of contentment My fortune is thrown And fear and grief and pain For my deserts, for my deserts Are my hopes, since hope is gone Hark, you shadows that in darkness dwell Learn to contemn light Happy, happy they that in hell Feel not the world's despite Hark, you shadows that in darkness dwell Learn to contemn light Happy, happy they that in hell Feel not the world's despite
Spirit of Wallis Simpson The spirit of Wallace Simpson Having entered Grandmama's new pub to do espionage I queried, "Let me have a look at you" "That's no query" "That's no query," she harrumphed So I said, "If Churchill is a bulldog, be you Eva Braun?" You see, at that point, her identity was quite unknown to me I don't ask a lot of questions But once in a while, just for fun But she was having none of it "Patience at an end" "Patience at an end" "Patience at an end" Or maybe it was "Encountered impatience" "Encountered impatience" Maybe that was what she said I can't remember, but I don't have to I just work here "Partner of the sun" "Partner of the sun" She could hardly wait to tell me She hadn't drawn it out at all Because, you see, Wallace was the one The one without patience Now I see what she meant Now I see what she meant The partner of the sun is the moon The partner of the sun is the moon The partner of the sun is the moon The partner of the sun is the moon S-O-N. S-O-N. It seemed so obvious, almost boring "Hello? Hello? Is this thing on She's got a chip in her There's circuitry all through this thing Who is operating this dog Wallace, can you hear me Who or what is operating you" "P-E-T-A, to spy on Grandmama" "PETA? Oh, the humanity! Are you sure?" "It's the Jews" "The Jews? They're behind this?" "The Reds" "Oh, the communists! And the Russians And how about the fashionistas? Jesus Christ? Queen Victoria? Anyone else" "Aliens" Biting my fist in consternation, I said "Wherefore art the soul of dogs When all man has rot, be never forthwith as machines haveth made How I know me this The machine hath showed me thus Quick, fetch me my chalice that I might toast upon this, this travesty" "To the moon, Wallace, and man's best friend"
None But The Lonely Heart (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe / Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky) None but the lonely heart Can know my sadness Alone and parted Far from joy and gladness Heaven's boundless arch I see Spread out above me Oh, what a distance dear To one who loves me None but the lonely heart Can know my sadness Alone and parted Far from joy and gladness Alone and parted far From joy and gladness My senses fail A burning fire devours me None but the lonely heart Can know my sadness Redondo Beach (Patti Smith) Late afternoon, dreaming hotel We just had the quarrel that sent you away I was looking for you Are you gone gone Called you on the phone Another dimension Well, you never returned Oh you know what I mean I went looking for you Are you gone, gone Down by the ocean it was so dismal, Women all standing with a shock on their faces Sad description, oh I was looking for you Everyone was singing Girl is washed up On Redondo Beach And everyone is so sad I was looking for you Are you gone gone Pretty little girl Everyone cried She was the victim Of sweet suicide. I went looking for you Are you gone gone Down by the ocean it was so dismal Women all standing with shock on their faces Sad description, oh I was looking for you Desk clerk told me Girl was washed up Was small, an angel With apple blonde hair, now I went looking for you Are you gone gone Picked up my key, didn't reply Went to my room Started to cry You were small, an angel Are you gone gone Down by the ocean It was so dismal I was just standing With shock on my face The hearse pulled away And the girl that had died, it was you You'll never return into my arms 'Cause you were gone gone You were gone gone You were gone gone You were gone gone Good-bye Edvard Grieg Edvard Grieg Was a tiny, tiny man As he stood just under 4'2" He had hair that was prematurely gray And his tiny wife did too Clutching a red rose I did dance to the strains Of the Hall of the Mountain King Ebenezer 87:87 What to every man and nation Comes the moment to decide In the strife of truth with falsehood For the good or evil side Some great cause, a new messiah Offering each the bloom or blight And the choice goes on forever ’Twixt that darkness and that light Though the cause of evil prosper Yet 'tis truth alone is strong Though her portion be the scaffold And upon the throne be wrong Yet that scaffold sways the future And behind the dim unknown Standeth me with my shadow Keeping watch above on my own Amen That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore (The Smiths) Park the car at the side of the road You should know time's tide will smother you And I will too When you laugh about people Who feel so very lonely Their only desire is to die I'm afraid it doesn't make me smile I wish I could laugh But that joke isn't funny anymore It's too close to home And it's too near the bone ??? I've seen this happen in other people's lives And now it's happening in mine I've seen this happen in other people's lives And now it's happening in mine Kick them when they fall down You kick them when they fall down Kick them when they fall down It was dark as I drove the point home And on cold leather seats Well, it suddenly struck me I just might die with a smile on my face after all I've seen this happen in other people's lives Now it's happening in mine I've seen this happen in other people's lives Now it's happening in mine Happening in mine, happening in mine Happening in mine, happening in mine Happening in mine, happening in mine Happening in mine Come Sunday (Duke Ellington) Come Sunday, oh come Sunday That's the day Lord, dear Lord above So called God of truth and love You look down on me But never make a sound I can see that there's a sun and moon up in the sky Let's not mind the gray skies 'Cause they're just clouds passing by Lord, dear Lord above So called God of truth and love You look down on me but never come around Yonder the Yinder (Carl Sandberg) ONE MORNING the Potato Face Blind Man was talking different kinds of talk with the two girls, Morningstar and Moongold. He told them about the ten bag thieves who had stolen bags and didn’t know what to put in the bags. He told them about two men who stole a horse and afterward stole haystacks of hay to feed the horse. He told them about a man who stole a front door, traded it for a back door, and used the back door for a window because he already had a back door He told them about the thief who stole a hunk of coal, traded it for a hunk of ice, and the ice melted and he didn’t have any more than he did before he stole the coal. He told about the five thieves who stole smoke and tried to sell the smoke but couldn’t and then all said to each other, “Let’s stop stealing smoke if we can’t sell it.” Then he turned his face towards the sky and made signs with his fingers like a fish swimming, like a duck ducking under water, like a goose walking first on one foot and then another, like a rag picker picking rages, like two rag pickers picking autumn leaves and saying, “Leaf by leaf the leaves are falling” Then he told the girls, “One of the five smoke thieves came past here this morning and gave me a yodo to keep for him. I give it to you to keep for me.” He told them more, “The smoke thief said this is the last yodo in the world. So take care of it. You can walk and walk as far as you can walk, ride and ride as far as you can ride, then you can eat and sleep and get a long rest and start walking and riding again as far as you can walk and ride. But you’ll never find another yodo. This is the last yodo. That’s what the smoke thief said, after telling me that all five of the smoke thieves have quite stealing smoke because they can’t sell it.” Then Morningstar and Moongold started for home and when they reached home they saw sitting on the front steps a long spike of a boy with a burning bean for a head, and his eyes full of spears, spads and spitches. First he sneers at them. Then he leers. Then he jeers. And the burning bean burns all the more as he sneers, leers and jeers. The girls ask him, “Who are you?” He answers, “I am Yonder the Yinder, sometimes called Yonder the Yinder the Yoo.” Then they make up questions to ask him. And he makes up answers. But he makes up the answers so fast they hardly know what he is answering. Sometimes his answers come so fast the girls are mixed up and befuddled and bamboozled. This is the way they talked back and forth, shooting their questions and answers: “Where do you come from?” “Yesterday.” “Where are you going?” “Tomorrow.” “Is that so?” “Yes, quite such, and a cup of coffee, immediately, if not sooner.” “Who said you could?” “I took it.” “What did you do with it?” “I lost it.” “Who got it back for you?” “Fire and air?” “Did you forget anything?” “Yes, mud, I am a hunk of mud and six pails of water.” “And how many animals?” “Dozens and dozens, millions and millions.” “How could you think so?” “I bought it.” “Where did you get the money?” “The money was fixed.” “Why do you always shadow us?” “I am a peanut, a proud, peculiar peanut.” “Are you going to sit here all night on our front steps?” Tonight, tomorrow night, the next night and the next and after that to the end of the world.” And because Yonder and Yinder’s answers were so cold and so peculiar, the two girls Morningstar and Moon gold began shivering. The more he talked the more they shivered. They ran into the house shivering. They put a frying pan on the stove, broke eggs into the pan, and were watching the pan of eggs frying when they saw the kitchen lighting up with spear, spads and spitches of light. They turned to look and there was Yonder and Yinder with a burning bean for a head, sneering, leering, jeering. He stepped up to the stove and said to the eggs in the pan, “Hello, eggs.” Then he went on, speaking to the eggs, “How do you do, eggs? And how does it feel to get out of your egg shell?” And he goes on, “Do you know, eggs, I used to be an egg, and when I was an egg I was the Egg of Eggs?” By this time Morningstar and Moongold were shivering again, and they asked, “Who let you in?” He said, “I told you I was a peanut, my father was a proud, peculiar peanut long before me. And because he was an egg I was an egg. And I am like him because he was a long spike and he had a burning bean for a head and his eyes were full of spears, spads and spitches. When you asked me who I am I told you I am Yonder the Yinder sometimes called Yonder the Yinder the Yoo.” Then he told them, “I have come to take that yodo the Potato Face Blind Man gave you. I heard him say the smoke thief said it is the last yodo in the world. If anything is the last of anything I want it and nobody can stop me from taking it.” He snatched the yodo and was gone and they couldn’t tell whether he had gone through a window, through a door or a keyhole in the door, or whether he slid under the door. While the eggs were frying the girls were crying. They went to bed feeling bad, they woke up feeling bad, because they remembered what the smoke thief had told the Potato Face Blind Man. They could walk and walk, ride and ride, as far as they could walk and ride, to the ends of the world, and they could eat and sleep and get rested and walk and ride again to the ends of the world, and they would never find another yodo because there was only one yodo in the whole world. And now Yonder the Yinder was gone and the yodo gone with him. In the morning the girls put a frying pan on the stove, broke eggs in the pan, and were watching the pan of eggs frying, when they saw the kitchen lighting up with spears, spads and spitched of light. They turned to look and there was Yonder the Yinder with a burning bean for a head, leering, sneering and jeering. He told them, “Here is a yodo, and here is another and another and another,” till he counted five yodos. He told them, “Every one of those five smoke thieves had a yodo. Why do I want a yodo if every sneaking, slinking smoke thief has a yodo?” Then he spoke to the eggs in the pan, “Goodby, eggs, farewell, eggs, au revoir and auf wiedersehen, adios and over-‐the-‐river, eggs,” and was gone, and they didn’t know whether he was gone through a window, through a door, or a keyhole in the door, or whether he slid under the door. And Morningstar and Moongold hugged each other because they were glad. And that morning as they were frying they were not crying. And when that morning they gave the Potato Face Blind Man the five yodos, he said, “That is the last time I will believe what a smoke thief tells me. I won’t even believe they have stopped stealing smoke because they can’t sell the smoke.” The girls were asking, “What does a yodo do? What can we do with a yodo?” The old man turned his face toward the sky and made signs with his fingers like a fish swimming, like a duck ducking under water, like a goose walking first on one foot and then on the other, like a rag picker picking rags, like two rag pickers picking autumn leaves and saying, “Leaf by leaf the leaves are falling.” Then he said, “If you have a yodo you can look better while you listen, and listen better while you look. But if you haven’t got a yodo you can’t.” “Oh,” said Morningstar. “Oh,” said Moongold. And they started home and when they got home, there sitting on the front steps, was Yonder the Yinder, sometimes called Yonder the Yinder the Yoo. But they walked right past him and refused to speak. And he sits there and begins to laugh—with a burning bean for a head. And the more he laughs the more the burning bean burns. First it burns red, then blue, then back to red. And sometimes as it changes slowly back from blue to red, he says, “If you have a yodo you can look better while you listen, and listen better while you look. But if you haven’t got a yodo you can’t.” One Tin Soldier (Brian Potter, Dennis Lambert) Listen children to a story That was written long ago 'Bout a kingdom on a mountain And the valley folk below On the mountain was a treasure Buried deep beneath a stone And the valley people swore They'd have it for their very own Go ahead and hate your neighbor Go ahead and cheat a friend Do it in the name of Heaven You can justify it in the end There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the Judgment Day On the bloody morning after One tin soldier rides away So the people of the valley Sent a message up the hill Asking for the buried treasure Tons of gold for which they'd kill Came an answer from the kingdom With our brothers we will share All the secrets of our mountain All the riches buried there Now the valley cried in anger "Mount your horses, draw your sword" And they killed the mountain people So they won their just reward Now they stood beside the treasure On the mountain dark and red Turn the stone and look beneath it "Peace on Earth" was all it said
Some Say (I've Got Devil) Some say I’ve got devil Some say I have angel But I’m just this girl in trouble I don’t think that I’m in danger No, I know I’m not in danger I’m just this girl in trouble Some have tried to sell me All kinds of things To save me from hurting Like a woman And crying like a baby Something like a woman Crying like a baby And all the things that I have seen Qualify me for a part in your dreams Qualifies me for this dream No one would like to tell it Exactly how I feel I can’t Some say I’ve got devil Some say I have angel But I’m just this girl in trouble How can I conceal it I hide it and conceal it How can I conceal it I hide it and conceal it Gonna hide me from your dreams Some say I’ve got devil Some say I’ve got angel But I’m just this girl in trouble
Dorje Semper Oh, Dorje Semper Please reveal the diamond mind Remain my firm companion Always above around inside And from my good efforts Swell toy is in me Open me To complete positivity According to my merit Grant me some perfect powers Embolden me To help myself and all of the others Make my mind virtuous, suspicious Unveil to me Nature's holiness Oh blessed one Clear me up, keep me clean Oh blessed one Clear me up, keep me clean Help me to sparkle like you do Be loving towards me Grow my heart, keep me one with you Grow my heart, keep me one with you Frank's Fiji Farm Il disait qu'il y avait une femme à Fidji Et tout là bas, seule la femme travaillait la terre Elle travaillait de son mieux en chantant Tellement Paul Gauguin Frank n'aimait plus ??? Il y avait des belles voitures dans son énorme garage Ses préférées étaient Michael Jackson Un film Titanic et moi pour un jour Il était mon aventure préférée Mon voyage le plus initiatique Je me demande s'il veut pas planter des fruits Des pommes, des bananes ou de la canne à sucre Frank préférait son paradis, du LAX à la Polynésie Où les hommes sont ??? partir pour voir Qui pourrait dire pourquoi Ce à quoi Frank pensait Qui pourrait dire pourquoi Ce à quoi Frank pensait Qui pourrait dire pourquoi Ce à quoi Frank pensait Qui pourrait dire pourquoi Ce à quoi Frank pensait
Chattering Skull The bones of the boys Buried in the golden box watch A chattering skull upside down To be used as a blood bowl Hark, this skull still talks Looking up from the gauntlet ground Oh, charnel house mistress It's a blistering task walking on coals What with the stinking Steam-riseing obscuring prey flies Atop splintering poles Oh, charnel house mistress I am the chattering skull At last achieving my goal To have none, have no goal To have none She shudders and mutters ??? Then she chants spells, surmising That the smoke is alive With fangs growing white with fear Fangs growing white with fear Fangs growing white with fear, fear Disbelief is a terrible risk Realize it's the skull of your sister Cradle the blood bowl that she has become Drink from the skull of your sister Disbelief is a terrible risk Realize it's the skull of your sister Cradle the blood bowl that she has become Drink from her to become one September Song (Kurt Weill/Maxwell Anderson) Oh, it's a long, long time From May to December And the days grow short When you reach September When the autumn weather Turns the leaves to flame Then you ain't got time For the waiting game When the days dwindle down To a precious few September November And these golden days I'll share with you These golden days I'll share with you When the days dwindle down To a precious few November December These golden days I'll share with you These golden days I'll share with you These golden days I'll share with you These golden days I'll share with you
Drama Camp Just Let Out Things truly disappear Real people, they behave inexplicably and despicably A bum peaks around the corner and asks me "Wanna buy a monkey mustache?" The bank teller has the same name as my dog She never asked me for ID She just looks me right up "Uh, I just looked up" One thing I know is true Because I just saw it Drama camp just let out The Kennedy twins were arguing about who stole whose phone When Felix rode by on his bike But in 1965, women gathered on 77th Street on the Westside And they battled each other using garbage pail lids As shields and car antennas as whips When the police came The women would just kind of disappear And this happened more than once That's what the New York Times said today About then, anyway Oh, playmate Come out and play with me And bring your dollies three Climb up my apple tree Look down my rainbow Slide down my cellar door And we'll be jolly friends Forever more
Secret Of It All It was all a doorframe A con, a setup For those with the leads To find a god-given voice and use it First we said "I don't have anything Or at least not enough I don't know what to do" Oh, sweet mystery of life At last I found you At last I know The secret of it all Of the longing, seeking Striving, waiting, yearning All the idle hopes and joys And burning tears that fall For it is love and love alone The world is seeking It's seeking And it is love and love alone I've waited for I've waited for My heart has heard the answer I have been calling, calling, calling My heart has heard the answer My heart has heard the answer I've been calling, calling, calling My heart has heard the answer Forevermore It's love that rules forevermore
Season's End Waves roll in upon the shore Like off forgotten tears of yours I look upon the blue, blue sky I look upon the blue, blue sky And just as it has to say goodbye The wind blows cold, I head right home I say hello, to no one I am alone, I am alone
Non Albums Tracks
All Tomorrow's Parties
(The Velvet Underground Cover / The Lost & Found EP)
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
Bad Moon Rising
(Creedence Clearwater Revival Cover / The Lost & Found EP)
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
Crazy Swan (Cabin Fever remnant)
( Poor Relations in the Shed Out Back Extra CD of Frustration Plantation )
He was a merciless charger He was a white horse man He lead a team and he would lean into her open hand And on the picking of the wagons, when he'd jump down Oh how it drove her take his capture like a spring, she was well-endowed And he would whisper that no one else could nail him like he did and it was sick, but they were so rapturous She was a crazy swan He was chunky, oh he was lean He was the most magnificent thing she had ever seen In a gentle way, he rested his hoof on her neck She was crazy, drove him crazy She was playing with a half-deck It was difficult for this couple to hold hands ????? in marsh lands Yeah, she was a crazy swan The trail of feathers lead Into a soft lap and his soft hand (???) They might have known what she obsessively says at home (???) She was a crazy swan Oh, 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, make a joyful sound You should not judge them, say it's right or it's wrong They are ????? Yeah, she was a crazy swan
*** Thanx a lot to Alanna for this one ***
Dollhouse Pushing, pulling me down again Pushing, pulling me down again Pushing, pulling me down again Pushing, pulling me down again Breathe Breathe Breathe Breathe I won't let them in I won't let them in It's getting bad I can't breathe Breathe Breathe Breathe Breathe
Fire & Ice
( Pat Benatar Cover / The Lost & Found EP)
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
Fox in the snow
( My Fever Broke EP / Belle & Sebastian Cover ) 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?
Golden Grains Farmwork's not hard if you sit in the yard When you're tired of shoveling hay Sharecroppers know when to jump ship and go, Leaving none at the end of the day But nothing is worse than a stiff crust of sleepiness, When you're the one peeling the beans Those dungarees chafe when they're belted too tight, And the livestock's improperly weaned One honey grain and wax form cereals and Apple Jacks Oh, these my friends, oh yes, they are the golden grains Oh, these my friends, oh yes, they are the elemental things I can't help anyone 'cause I'm weak, I'm not strong And I can't write this song I can't help anyone 'cause I'm weak, I'm not strong And I can't write this song Have you ever witnessed an infant yet ancient chicken Who has yet learned how to walk? When the feathers are wet and you're in the fourth grade, I bet you'd take the money, not talk But barnyards and vineyards can stumble and crumble For all of the strength that they hold Those tiny pianos that play loud and long go And more antique robots are told One honey grain and wax form cereals and Apple Jacks Oh, these my friends, oh yes, they are the golden grains Oh, these my friends, oh yes, they are the elemental things I can't help anyone 'cause I'm weak, I'm not strong And I can't write this song I can't help anyone 'cause I'm weak, I'm not strong And I can't write this song
I'm A Boy One girl's name is Jean Marie, Another little girl's called Felicity. One little girl's name is Sally Joy, My name is Phil and I'm a boy. My name is Vincent, I'm a head case. They're always making up on my face. I'd be lucky if I'd trousers to wear, The ladies trying things with my hair. I'm a boy, I'm a boy But my mother won't admit it. I'm a boy, I'm a boy If I say I am, I think it. I want to play cricket on the green, I want to ride my bike across the street, I want to get cut and see my blood, I want to come home all covered in mud. I'm a boy, I'm a boy But my mother won't admit it. I'm a boy, I'm a boy, If I say I am, I think it!
Killing Comb The Summer I Simmered simple in the sand, No tongue- tied Mum and dumb, The comb, it just Found itself in my hand I stood when I Should I run. A conspiracy Those fellows and me And the comb, the way it's going Hardly I Hardly I Hardly I knew him But he had to die. To establish Whereabouts, where for? If guilty, flawed or more The world would find me Sprawled on the floor A vulgar foreigner A conspiracy Those fellows and me And the comb, the way it's going Hardly I Hardly I Hardly I knew him But he had to die
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 *** 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 ***
Rock & Roll
( Led Zeppelin Cover / The Lost & Found EP)
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
Small Boy Jumps "Hey little boy with the bowties to spare Perched on the rooftop, the wind in your hair We tell you jump and you do it on cue You fly alone but you know we love you Flying, jumped he did not fall he's smiling Laughing at it all he is Flying, tripped he did not fall He is smiling Laughing at it all Don't call him midget and say he's a dream He doesn't listen, his concience is clean Ask him a question, for he wrote the map This time you saw him he sat in your lap He's flying now, he'll show you how high He always asked, 'Oh, do clowns die, Daddy?' Usually they die mysteriously Nannies and barbers all cried at his death It really wasn't his christening dress Flying, jumped he did not fall, Smiling laughing at it all he is Flying tripped he did not fall, he is smiling Laughing at it all"
This Little Piggy
(The Lost & Found EP)
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
The Vaulted Eel The vaulted eel is lost at sea Playing by the swans His figure eights and knocking pins Left the heart unharmed Drippy days you'll see him land Tasting grief and tie our hands Whistling hymns and soothing songs Mama says he'll right your wrongs Likes to listen when you cry Takes the pain and lets us fly Things you do impresses us From left brook grazing in Munich When I see your blazing dream His neck turns very soft Drippy days you'll see him land Tasting grief and tie our hands Whistling hymns and soothing songs Mama says he'll right your wrongs Likes to listen when you cry Takes the pain and lets us fly He likes to listen when you cry
Tourniquet
( Marilyn Manson Cover / The Lost & Found EP)
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
Trust All-Stars (Germanic Version) Du bist nicht der Junge, der du vorgibst zu sein Du kommst aus dem Weltall und faehrst ein gemietetes Auto Danke, aber nein danke, es ist das selbe Die Zeit war, als dieses offensichtlich wurde Deine Augen waren nie klar, du hast nicht genug gegessen Seltsamerweise hattest du angst vor dem Regen Vertraue allen Sternen Frage nie nach deinem Weg Der Bueffel ist die Venus Texas ist eine Stadt Planeten, die wir kennen, kommen und gehen Wenn schmelzbare Ausserirdische auf den Schnee zurennen Die Missionen sind gut aber ein Teil des Gedaechtnisses Wird nicht voneinem Freund kommen, der die ganze Zeit luegt Die Wuensche der Ausserirdischen gewannen Vernichten die Sicht Suchen diese durchnaessten Himmel mit einer kleinen Leselampe ab Schwerer spaet in der Nacht zu sehen. Millionen von Zuhoerern schliessen ihre Augen Hoffen, dass ihr Mittagessen warm ist, Ersticken sonnige Hochrufe Warte bis das Abendessen fertig ist, bis du anfangst zu kampfen
Wish You Were Here
( Pink Floyd Cover / The Lost & Found EP)
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.
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