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Move aside,
and let the man go through.
Let the man go through.
If I stole
Somebody else's wave
To fly up.
If I rose
Up with the avenue
Behind me.
Some kind of verb.
Some kind of moving thing.
Something unseen.
Some hand is motioning
to rise, to rise, to rise.
Too fat, fat you must cut lean.
You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine,
Chump, change, and it's on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, Super bon bon.
And by
The phone
I live
In fear
Sheer Chance
Will draw
You in
To here.
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The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun,
I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk.
Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and
Watch the water roll down.
Phantom kisses buzzing like the insects.
Beads of sweat dripping down on the rent check.
My Candyland melted down to syrup while I
Watched the water roll down.
And here comes the lust in phaze,
but you're down in Marietta.
So sweet my mouth was seared,
But the words you mouthed were sweeter.
My Sister,
Your words can be held against you in a court of law.
My Sister, You owe no allegiance to the facts.
And you're talking like the saint on the site of the accident.
LyricsTalking like the clause in the lease about the late rent.
Ringing like the random call patched to the payphone.
Talking like the water rolls down.
Talking like the saint on the site of the accident.
Talking like the botched shot, attempt on the President.
Ringing like the change in the legless man's Dixie Cup.
Talking like the water rolls down.
Day Undone,
Day Undone,
Day Undone,
Watch the water roll down.
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White Girl,
Market at Van Ness,
Heels to drag,
Discombobulated.
Air all soft around,
Hear the man singing,
Inclines and wires,
Telegraph Avenue.
Look away and she's eastbound, out of sight.
Dropped here,
By the hand of the Astronaut,
Builder of the pyramids,
The man from outer space.
Innocent farmgirl,
Raised by the aliens,
Out in Northridge,
Out in the larger world.
Look away and she's eastbound, out of sight.
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Easy places to get away to.
Easy limbs languid all around you.
All my time is
Dirt on your hands.
Fingers drifting
Down my spine now.
Fall,
Fall,
Fall,
Fall,
Fall,
Fall.
Soundtrack to Mary.
Many minds wandering from room to room.
Many trees slain just to write it to you.
Many rays blinding,
Almost drowning,
Keep this whole shine,
Locked in my room.
Throw back the noise, get another one.
Pour out the rum, I've been drunk enough.
I know the sound that you made and I
Can't seem to unremind myself.
I hope you feel better
later on.
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When all the limbs are numb and clean,
and you're in transit, dream to dream,
I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones.
When all the world has lain and sank,
and money sleeps inside the banks,
I'll drift there to meet you, layzbones.
Cameraman sways to remember how the eye dances,
drunkenness is a hand-held
scrambling down Delancey
I come stumbling;
well I hear you had to take a shine
and firing at random, I hear the rays fell upon mine.
Cool you, Miss Amaze, with a handful of water
trucks encircling, bearing down, coming louder.
If I could stay here, under your idle caress
and not exit to the world and phoniness and people.
When all the noise has left your head
will someday you rise off the bed?
I'll be there to lift you, lazybones.
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Her knees thrust in one direction
like a symbol of math, a symbol meaning Greater Than.
I come recommended by four out of five,
I'm a factor in the whole plan.
Four and five therefore nine,
Nine and nine therefore eighteen,
Eighteen and eighteen therefore thirty-six,
Four and five therefore nine.
Sometimes I was
drifting on a coffee buzz.
Quantify my luck
I need a mercy fuck.
You crowd me out.
You crowd me out.
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Paint!
Paint!
Collide a clause, unremitting can you cram?
I know you're dumb as paint.
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The Goat chewed up,
Once a tin can.
The Goat shat out,
was a Ford Sedan.
Like an eyeball.
Like a square cut.
Like a funny car.
Like a monster truck.
Call up bop and I'm bunting stomach,
Koko mop I chop chunking plummet,
Thud on top, I ate the chocodile.
And ever since then, I got disseminated,
The Jupiter Moon, I got disseminated,
The Average Man, I got disseminated,
It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Toots Hibbert,
At the wrong prom.
Serves a beat down,
On a tom tom.
Like Genius.
Like Dervin.
Like Joseph.
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Mid-level manager
Says he heard about
Some mulatto girl
Shot him in the mouth,
And left him a hotel Near the mid-south offices.
He worked in distribution,
Regional vice-president.
Collapse, unload it, pop! pop!
I must accumulate, unload it,
Pop! Pop! I must accumulate.
Well the soil is rich
Competition fat
Ripe and vulnerable
Oozing from the slats
And too cash-heavy, bloated
Sitting there all puckered up.
Index of numbers is,
Scrolling upscreen, scrolling up.
Smash it down to digits.
Gut it out and break it down.
Liquid assets are Seeping down, seeping down now.
Seeping down, seeping down now.
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I got the will to drive myself sleepless.
So much time is cashed.
So much smoke is wasted.
Sudden disappearance
In the air is thick and cool.
I can't approach myself
Skidding over this perdition
And now I'm out on the verandah
When I should have gone to school.
Well I call for sleep,
But sleep it won't come to me.
Shuffling in the hallway,
I can hear him on the stairs.
I hear his lighter flicking.
I hear the soft sigh of his inhale.
And the whole width of my intentions
He exhales into the air.
I got the will to drive myself sleepless.
Skeedunt, stunt the runt,
Smoking buddha blunt.
I got the will to drive myself sleepless.
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Everything is going up.
Everything is going as planned, yeah.
Everything moves along.
Everything is fine, fine, fine.
Oh I could be
Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering.
I could
Slip on the East River and crash into Queens all skittering.
I've seen the
Cops and the robbers, and I know they dance the same.
I've seen a
Half a zillion girls and haven't spoken to a single one of them.
Batting in the light,
My reptile-lidded eyes.
And all this strung end to end,
Is wider than the mind.
And this cool I've been playing I have been
Playing too long now my
Capacities are dwindling 'til they're
Gone Gone Gone.
Baby can I change my mind?
I just want to change my mind.
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Is you am a dog?
Is you got a dog?
Is you am a dog?
Hold closed the jaw.
How many cans must I stack up
To wash you out of my mind,
Out of my consciousness?
How many times must I cash out
To bring you back the check, fat
Off of my slenderness?
She says "Yeah,
But he's not in right now".
You pause.
You like her answer.
You know that but you go on.
You know but that you go on.
How many cans must I stack up
LyricsTo wash you out of my mind,
Out of my consciousness?
How many times must I cash out
To bring you back the check, fat
Off of my slenderness,
Slenderness,
Slenderness,
Fire.
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