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Gemstones (2005)
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Gemstones cracking, cause we're
just too strong
Drum-sized yearning cuz the
pressure's gone
Supervised love, crucified stuvs
Simmering red in the sex farm clubs

There's an exit to this desert
Dangling freely from the shingles in
the snow
She's a show off, Xanax Zoloft
Blank faced footprints of the zebras in
the glen

Cavemen humping in the sterling
space pod
Drumstick pumpkin in the Starbucks
courtyard
Gigolos dance, stepping on toes
Benedryl nights in the okay holes

There's an exit to this desert
Dangling freely from the shingles in
the snow
She's a show off, Xanax Zoloft
Blank faced footprints of the zebras in
the glen

Let's break into the labyrinth of lies
Let's dive off the end of his eyes
Hollywood hills, peppermint pills
I can still taste the grime that you
stuffed in my gills

Oh Johnny, can't you set a place for
Holly?
She's a wild one, she'll be staying for
a spell
Till they find her, then they drag her
down
To Barcelona! Down to Barcelona!
I'm a very funny boy, but I know not
to say 'cha cha cha'
Dunkin' Donuts, give me Dunkin'
Donuts!
She's a very funny girl
But I love that crazy bitch, alright!


. . .


Down on the street there's a police
attack
And you've got to find out
So you suck on a cranberry candy

They look so sad when you call 911
But you've got to report them for
Criminal classification

What can I do? White light turns into
blue
You know it's easy, so very easy
I'm in trouble like a dirty stinking jew

Pepe Le Pew singing 'What can I
do?'
Still I go on vacations
And act like the queen of injustice

And the girl on the subway who
sleeps on her back
And she's got to relax
When I speak of the pleasures of
silence

I want to play, who threw my toys
away
And gave me coffee, who wants
some coffee?
I'm in business on the wrong side of
your bay

My heart be still, white light deploy at
will
My little brother, I want another
Come together now for one
enchanting thrill


. . .


He's the brat with the sterilized
pitchfork
He's the singer of the Beachwood
Sparks
He's a dreamy kind of cheesy
companion piece
Who wants to show me where the
healing starts

Beauty is evil
Immaculate evil, don't you think?
But I'm lost in the flames of a grand
explosion
Stumbling in the neon groves

Ladies flock to the overnight discos
Slamming vodka tonic down their
throats
While your older brothers company
publicist
Is sliding off his momma's pantyhose

Beauty is evil
Immaculate evil, don't you think?
But I'm mopping up stains from a
blood transfusion
Stumbling in the neon groves

Oh the pleasures of the morning are
simple
But the treasures are the sweetest
I've known
Oh I'm just so excited to look through
my new eyes
The needles are covered with snow

So take me down to the winterland
bombshell factory
You can hear the mermaids groan
On the double breasted coconut
seashell
Half wrecked bus to Yankee Stadium

Beauty is evil
I like to be evil, can't you see?
But I'm lost in the flames of a grand
explosion
Stumbling in the neon groves


. . .


I need someone, I need someone
today
Never gonna see the end of you this
way
Until I see the magical fungi
Now there she goes right over the
sunrise
Never gonna be adored
Never gonna be bout you, momma!

Now there she goes, right over the
sunrise
Cause I'm so sick of fuckin' up in the
subway
We're gonna do it in this beautiful
mustang
Cause I'm a choo choo, we're
pumping and revelling

Cinnamon the spider bones
I'm talking on the telephone
And sending off the message to the
wingman
Later in the afternoon
I almost stole a different tune
I waited till the evening came to write
this song
Walked into a coffee shop
In time to grab a soda pop
Before the dog exploded on the
curbside
Yesterday my hair was gray
I turned and faced the other way
Back behind the mirror where the kids
play
Momma!

Now there she goes, right over the
sunrise
Cause I'm so sick of fuckin' up in the
subway
We're gonna do it in this beautiful
mustang
Cause I'm a choo choo, we're
pumping and revelling


. . .


Johnny please don't tell the people
bout the bluebirds flight
Wasting education on a Tuesday
night
Yes, you are my pussy, you're just
being mean
Covering up the muscle in your
Jordash jeans

Stick up the phone, who is it?
Someone has come to visit
Everybody do the hokey pokey, do
the crackhouse blues!

Do the mashed potato till your feet
glow green
Got to sweep the floor to keep the
crackhouse clean
Took me to the movies, but the
doctor said
Leave him to get beaten by the black
eyed meds

Stick up the phone, who is it?
Someone has come to visit
Everybody do the hokey pokey, do
the crackhouse blues!

Now the captain ran for cover when
the steamboats crashed
Driving off the bridges cause they got
no class
Barbara's got my number, now I've
got to run
Pizzas to deliver in the crackhouse
slum, you know...

Sometimes when the night gets hot
I search around for the crack I lost
I wouldn't expect for you to notice me
I would not expect you to say
'Johnny!'

Do the mashed potato till your feet
glow green
Got to sweep the floor to keep the
crackhouse clean
Took me to the movies, but the
doctor said
Leave him to get beaten by the black
eyed meds

Stick up the phone like we do
Someone has come to see you


. . .


Who cares what day it is
Or how long we live for?
I need to make a judgement
About you before my bedtime
For when I put my head down on the
pillow
My drugstore dreams will cut me
down to size
By then I'll be a brand new different
person
To love you while I'm trying to decide

I don't care what time you keep
Or what you thought I came to do
I lost you on a Tuesday
That's all I can remember

For when I put my head down on the
pillow
My drugstore dreams will cut me
down to size
By then I'll be a brand new different
person
To love you while I'm trying to decide

Oh, the spectrum of my days
The make-up that was peeling off
Your adolescent face
Oh, such a face
To try to get the clocks to change
To turn and swing the other way
Before I knew that pigeons cried
And sanctified the hopelessness
inside


. . .


Carolina, she's from Texas
Red bricks drop from her vagina
Oh, her lips taste just like sunk ships
But her breasts taste just like
breakfast
There's her hand now on the cock
sock
Filled with white tears from the thrift
store
She's an eyesore in her red dress
I'm the ghost of her deceased when
she said

Give us back our lives
Leave him, Carolina
Everything's just fine
Refill my prescription
Until next time
I get so lost inside the rooms inside
my mind

California presidente
Cogi mucho estoy cansado
Dostoevsky, Van Moretti
Antiseptic, complimentary
There's her hand now on the cock
sock
Filled with white tears from the thrift
store
She's an eyesore in her red dress
I'm the ghost of her deceased when
she said

Give us back our lives
Leave him, Carolina
Everything's just fine
Refill my prescription
Until next time
I get so lost inside the rooms inside
my mind

Goodnight Sweetheart
Flying high on birth control
She knows the pregnancy will show
That she smells nice when you look
twice
Who's your boyfriend, Carolina?
And it's goodnight sweetheart
Flying high on birth control
She knows rejections in her bones

Carolina, she's from Texas
Red bricks drop from her vagina
Carolina
Carolina
Carolina


. . .


I just don't care about the evening
news
I never listen to the crackhouse blues
They say the city is the place to be
I wanna dance with Emily
Everybody come around the window
shop
I guess they never seen the moves I
got
I wanna be with what the people see
I wanna dance with Emily

Emily, sweet baby, won't you be my
wife
Cutting me wide open with a kitchen
knife
Everybody said that she is underage
Honky tried to shoot me with a 7
gage

Now I got the cookies that your
momma sent
I got permission from the government
Someone should mention to the
minister
Now I gotta dance with Jennifer

Jenny's got a mousehole full of
pigeon scum
On top a mountain made of bubble
gum
Don't understand what all the grief is
for
Now I gotta dance with Eleanor

Eleanor, I wonder if we grew too slow
Straight down the hatch beneath the
streetlight's glow
Baby when I get you on that persian
rug
That's the kind of movies I've been
dreaming of

I'll tell you something that you'd think I
know
I got two tickets to the sold out show
Some of the fellas like to think I'm
Greek
I wanna love you maybe three days a
week

I just don't care about the evening
news
I never listen to the crackhouse blues
I wanna be with what the people see
I wanna dance with Emily
I wanna dance with Emily


. . .


Who's your boyfriend on this coast?
I bet your boyfriend hates you most
I joke around but I don't look down
Because you could break my heart
Only you could break my heart
Only you could win my dreams back
From the man who writes
prescriptions on post-it notes

I bet your boyfriend hates you most
I joke around but I don't look down
Because you could break my heart
Only you could break my heart
Only you could win my dreams back
from your girlfriend

Someone like me should not have a
phone
Jumping the gun despite grief I've
known
She will become someone I listen for
nothing more
Into the hallway with you


. . .


Back in the summer of '91
An angel with a lizard's tongue
Was screming for a holy broken nose
Linked to every class of men
Sprung out from the sparkling sins
Leaning on the cold electric stove

On a country road I swerved to the
side
Trying to avoid a country bumpkin
Everyone's in line to meet with the
man
Who blatantly inspired his generation

When they shake his hand and their
fingers explode
Breaking both our necks by the tips
of our toes
Then they turn to me, cause you died
I suppose
But I can't seem to glance fast
enough to be sure

Back to summer days, cold hands on
the beach
Memories of thrills designed to please
you
Down the fragrant path I strayed
towards the bath
Suddenly I lived to learn to feed you

Down on bended knee, where I've
been for a while
Set the record straight in the old
fashioned style
Never took too much, though I
should have made more
You are still my friend, though you
were not before


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I did not ask for a lot this year
Every single day
Looking for an answer to the words
you say
Never got to meet the President
Never got to shake his squirly hand
Oh, don't you know the President
Is out for tea with Tony Blair
He won't be back for hours maybe,
homeboy

I'd be so happy if I got to meet
George Bush
He's like an angel when Rebecca
hears me calling
I would dance on NBC and say
'George Bush shook hands with me'
Then I'd go and choke on a cock

And Guinevere would find me leaving
home
And Johnny Depp would call me on
the phone
And Johnny Depp would call me on
the phone, I know
I'd be the greatest singer on the radio

Leaning on the raging river flats
Sliding off a single blade of grass
Oh, don't you know the A.D.A.
Is brushing teeth with Johnny J
They won't be smashing flowers,
meet me no more

I'd be so happy if I bid it all on you
And never answer when Rebecca
asks me questions
I'd lay down to some degree
And say John Stern locked lips with
me
And then I'd go and choke
For then I'd go and choke
For then I'd go and choke on a cock


. . .


She's my baby, she's my love
Pixie Queen of Bible Club
Seen her round the fountain sipping
cokes
Crafting brand new Polish jokes
And I can't explain why my accent
changed
I guess there's still some hope to
score some dope
She needs to be changed inside

She's my waitress, she's the boss
Lips and teeth of scented clothes
Pencil in the dentist, clean the crops
Have you seen my soda pop?
There was a Polish priest
Who thought that he could please me
He got me so whacked down, I
nearly lost my house
Cause nobody needs me, yeah


. . .


The sweat on your lips is the rest of
your smack
Your breath starts to skip as your
neck turns to slack
Lay down my chubby princess before
you get some rest
Cause tonight she's gonna put your
crummy mattress to the test

And they say not so many
strawberries grow in the sea
Cause it's too late for changes in my
family
And all the phoney princes still hate
my guts so much
Cause I just don't believe in bad news
before lunch

And if I went back to that
whorehouse tonight
Do you think I'd find a reason for a
princess not to bite

For those of us folks that good health
does not bless
The best news for us is the end of our
death
Lay down my chubby princess before
you get some rest
Cause tonight she's gonna put your
crummy mattress to the test

And if I went back to that
whorehouse tonight
Do you think I'd find a reason for a
princess not to bite
My cock


. . .


Losing on a Tuesday filled with
purposeful disasters
Tell her I'm losing on a Tuesday
afternoon
Anger steers me clear of every
instinct for eloping
Someone should mention that I won't
see you again

Tuesday's the day I die
Moping in style but still so lost
Caught in between the uptown
scenes
Destined to fall apart tonight
I don't mind the crazy weather
I'm so glad we stayed together

I'm just losing on a Tuesday filled with
purposeful disasters
Tell her I'm losing on a Tuesday
afternoon


. . .


I'm a man in the rain
Here they come now, Teddy Boys
I'm a bad man all alone
I belong here, Teddy Boys

Oh, maybe I'm just looking for
something nasty
Songs I'm gonna sing in jail
Or maybe I'm just looking for some
affectations
Before the bouncer comes and kicks
me out of the club

I'm a man, maybe two
And I see you, Teddy Boys
Like a mad dog in a dream
I want ice cream, Teddy Boys

Oh maybe I'm just looking for
something nasty
Songs I'm gonna sing in jail
Oh Bobby's not in trouble, maybe it's
his birthday
And now somebody's come to kick
me out of the club

Teddy Boys, Teddy Boys
Call me Jack anyway, could be fun
Here they come, anyone
You don't have to be clean to be
seen
I'm a man moving uptown
And the fat boys are tracking me
down
Oh my God, so I run, and I run, and I
run
Till I'm tight back laughing with you


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