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(the) Anatomy of Invisible Insects

by The Invisible Insects (Sweet Icing)

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1.
Don't talk about me I can't stand it! "It's nothing bad, so don't be paranoid." "No I'm not mad, I'm embarrassed and annoyed." "But I'm only bragging (fawning) and adoring." "It's not 'cause you're bored, but it's because you're boring, so Don't talk about me, I can't stand it!" "Your insightful gossip gospel amuses me When my own body's process(es) still confusin me Everyone has a birthday, everyone did something last night Everyone staggers and slurs and has the occasional fight Everyone needs a life that's more than vicarious Everyone is good in bed, Everyone's hilarious, but Don't talk about me, I can't stand it!!"
2.
Nobody cares about you Not the cross man who's crouching collecting at the cold ticket booth Or the kid blindly lurching behind the register Not all the girls who built your genuine furniture Or the lark who killed all your relatives years ago Nobody cares about you Not the old racist facist financial analysts From the circles in sockets down to the lining in their pockets Not monsters spiders or snakes or aliens in rockets And Rosa at the City Hall don't care about you at all Nobody cares about you No one has time for your emotions No one has time to hurt your feelings No one has time for plots against you Don't be offended or get defensive Nobody cares about you Nobody pays attention to see if you're in crosswalks No one counts it when someone disobeys common law Nobody's listening to you or what you say you saw Not your mother or your sister-in-law, no one cares about you Nobody cares about you
3.
Never Young 01:54
Nobody here asked you to stay What do you expect me to say? I'm old enough for experiments But why repeat experience I was born beyond bored with an image Without compulsion to act savage To later rummage through the squalor To salvage some valid value You prefer to stay as green as rose stems While pondering protective divinity My mask and cloak of grey, I won't impose them I'll hide and watch you squander your dignity I hope you're never young It's like I told the babysitter "I'm not bitter, but I'm no bullshitter." Diversion's outweighed by the distress to Pursue suitors or a mistress. I look at liberated neighbors Who put their pleasure before labors Laughing, brandishing lavish lives Unfazed they'll vanish, or naive By avoiding elusive elation I've never had to suffer devastation I've never known a life other than vertical I don't care what the certificates assert I was never young, never once
4.
Masculinity's a masochistic mask A sick affinity for false flattery So don't ever ask or be faced with battery About exchanged rewards amongst all the cowards The quid proclivity for familiarity And inactivity to prevent altering Echoes hilarity, falls into faltering A fully dressed rehearsal for a real role reversal It isn't romance! Is it zoology? Endless indices of new indecencies Indulgent industries compiled in the streets With too much frequency to be deemed indiscreet Collected as fantasies and declared delicacies In a sense incensed at default obedience Described as innocence, hides true profanity Swapped ingredients, daily mundanity Aberrations nixed, the formula is fixed We're all exceptions to each others' rules There's no perception, it's chemicals in holes It isn't romance! Is it zoology? Smiling moronically every time we pass Playing platonically so neither one can guess It isn't romance! Is it zoology? We never knew that fidelity's a plague And when it blew up, we tilted back the dregs And he drew up with intentions none too vague And he threw up his milky milky leg If I made a mistake, it wouldn't be with you It wouldn't be the first and it would not be true It isn't motivation, it isn't mystery It isn't sacrifice and it don't mean shit to me
5.
"I'm feelin greedy today. I'm gonna take ev'ry human form. I’ll take astronomical and nominal relations. I’ll take natural phenomena for rations. I’ll perform ev’ry part in the play: The drunk, the junkie, the missing wheel. Wanton and wobblin and wantin for nothin, Straight and strangely sweet I can make this change. Take this little cliché and make it literal. I'll take the rivers for collateral. I'm takin every street in this town an I'll turn em into shortcuts. An I’m takin the seconds and turnin em inside out, Takin up, takin back, takin everyone's turn. A harmless man overheard me and held out a cup to me and offered help. I was too tight to be polite, cause it’s a heavy rain an I’m feelin greedy today. I’ll take anything left unfinished. I’ll take a bite an I’ll get a jawfull. I’ll take this whetted wedded woman into my own hands, tender and legal And I’ll take a photograph. I'm gonna take advantage of what I take for granted. I'm gonna take the whole day, whole day. The day took off, like a private jet Once I said it and settled up with myself. I can make this change, you can bet. Why feel remorse if there’s no recourse? An a greasy palm agrees.”
6.
(A little virtue won’t hurt you.) We’re exhausting ourselves for some exaltation Debilitated during deliberation Delivered free through violation We’re volunteers, it’s no vocation Just an invocation of presentiments and presentation We’ve got plans as big as a plantation (wait a second, let me) Loosen my mind. Exerting our nerves in hot exhortation Resorting to risk for our restoration Salivating for some salvation When it’s all soluble by salutation Hey, do you dare me to do a dance into damnation? It’s all a loose association, arbitrary liaisons In appellations and alliteration Avoiding all alteration in our articulation Alienation over an altercation Loosen my mind (Synapses intertwined Impulses underlined And meditation maligned It’s no accident, let’s make our exit.)
7.
Blame the doctor! He was walking ‘round while whistling the tune Of all the troubles in his head baptized in advertisements From the first time that I saw him live at least (and) from the way he sounded It’s not what I hoped and not what I expected Blame the doctor! Blame the Letters to each other written on the sides of envelopes Lips like a wax seal, sex like a statue in the park Cheeks as warm and as soft as a shot of rye As dark as the sun in a dead deer’s eye Blame the doctor
8.
Your words are swollen in my head And I had to handwrite it I can’t remember what I said. Underdressed and overfed Your words are swollen in my head And I had to handwrite it I don’t remember what I want A manipulated confidant Socratic synchronized savant And I had to handwrite it So here’s my hand, bite it.
9.
No Funerals 02:09
I don’t want a funeral, please Don’t go through the trouble of Slabs or statues in marble, or Plaques above a urinal Preclude precious prescriptions filled I don’t wanna be hospitalized My name engraved capitalized, no Leave me where my body’s spilled I’m estranged from appointments Arrangements and assignments Assessments. well that’s enough Put away the pick and the plow Spoiled by drive-by or by duel I won’t be buried brined or burned No loss of life in soil if I have turned Into useful fossil fuel I don’t want a Barren resentment Roomful of fuchsia fumes And table tappin tombs (I don’t wanna a funeral)
10.
Mid-Skid 02:31
(The winter stands as sincere The summer only implies Autumn refuses to interfere And the springtime simply never tries.) An archer in an orchard shoots At the bows the branches and the roots To collect unseen insects But instead eats the roots A hundred hunters in a row Huddled hugging guns and bows All take aim at the same game And miss when they let go Dramatic direction, who knew I’m in a mid-skid Intended infections, I’m out. I’m in a mid-skid Demonstrative postures, too true I’m in a mid-skid As sharp as a bottle, no doubt I’m in a mid-skid I know we both said this before So I’m sorry but, “I know the score.” Me meandering, you cute pandering And fission of the core It’d be best if you forgot All your useless caveats Do they mean anything, Anything at all? Impassioned impassive, at an impasse in a mid-skid Impressions in fractions, the impact of a mid-skid Obsessive, responsive, at zero in a mid-skid A mystery, a missed chance, a mid-skid and—
11.
“I’m a dealer in hardships and time on the line; I’ll cut you a good price on a troubled mind. After a lifetime of debt, you look reasonably set. You can make this change, anyone could bet. They're tellin’ you that you should rest But you’ll start to rust. How can you even resist? Gimme a little credit; you can’t trump the eye. I know there’s no stopping you from wanting to try. It’s all up to you and when it’s up, it’s high. A loaner? Sure, I’m the one you wanna see. A circus of bargains, and golden guarantees. You can call it switching bait and you can call the rest traitors— The one liners, old timers, they’re all imitators You look distressed, but who you gonna trust? When you’re a mess, it’s a must, Not gonna be missed. How about some mistakes, missteps, or mishaps? You really think it’s all chance, a shot of craps? That you don't need to take a stance? Well, perhaps… Now I got you thinking It’s all black or red. Now I got you thinking That the meter’s been fed. Now I got you thinking It’s all in your head. Now I got you thinking I won’t take any excuse, even if it’s true. I ain’t heard em all, but I’ve heard quite a few. Here’s my card, yours to keep, at your service. Call When it’s stacked and your back’s against the wall. You pay me a visit, Advance and invest And if you’re still not convinced… Sliding outta sight, the sleight of a heavy hand With the intensity of one who had it all planned. Do you really think you understand? Now I got you thinking with Uncertain concern. Now I got you thinking Your taste’s discerning. Now I’ve got you thinking You’ve got what you earned. Now I’ve got you thinking…”
12.
Missed Kids 02:00
I swear we saw each other I know I saw you We never saw each other Another missed kid Link us to each other Cherry blossoms bared Cathedral calves lead marching mares To a world unmarked Flesh is an affliction Muscles are a malady Officially it's friction Maidens malcontent and moody Fate precedes prediction Manors ain't morality Fables aren't fiction Family's a formality Until we see each other Our chests can't justify Medicine or moonlight veiled Southern victory But for one molecule The formation of our follicles Follows formulae for Formaldehyde and flashing mortar Fossilized confections Monopolized martyrs in factions Misfits farmed in memory Fist-framed mouths firm, few and foamy Flirting with fixation, Permissible muddy foundations First fertile phenomena, Mashed under a microscope Mixed up missed kids motherfuckers Imprisoned for imprecision Impositions on physicians of Forbidden morbidity Motherfuckin missed kids
13.
"Did you ever get lost in your head when you were trying to go to bed Did you ever think that you soul was damned as you were laying there dying again Sleep is no comfort when you are down And there ain't nothing to do but to pull on through -you can make it, I can make it too. Did you ever wake up in a sweat because you thought that the world would drop Did you ever wig out and beat your chest like a hammer so your heart wouldn't stop Sex is a burden is you can't cum And it ain't no damn fun to pretend you're done with a smile for the ones you love. Did you ever feel the sun embrace your doubt thereby turning fear inside out Did you ever have dreams of kissing the moon like a hustler with something to tout Drugs cannot teach you what you don't have inside And there ain't no way to hide if you're living on lies from you vanity and vicious pride. Did you ever jump back from a turning leaf while the midnight ghosts tracked your feet Did you ever step forward to your deepest love while you were lost but full of belief Rock'n roll can sometimes just conquer your mind And there's no time left bereft of yourself dreaming sex, life, and divine glory."
14.
Shattertown 03:25
They said, “Get a philosophy degree.” That’s just words on a bit of paper. That said, they toss you Into the debris and Unjustly leave your life to taper. What’s it matter now? I’m going to Shattertown. We found the world ‘s over-romanticized; Impressed by heroes from the local headlines. Profound thoughts don’t exist as advertised; Compressed in oversized picket signs. What’s it matter now? I’m going to Shattertown. Just don’t forget you're born in debt on until you’ve died. You're born with borrowed sentiments and dioxide. So stay and continue to consume. Believe until the elements are gone. Sustain; all that matters then is volume. Behave! We all deserve a gun, so What’s it matter now? I’m going to Shattertown. Your cover’s blown, the comfort zone’s for residents Who avoid arrest and pay the rest respects and rent. Redundancies from infancy you can’t defend. There’s nothing In your head that you can't understand. In truth, it’s not altruism When we retire from resistance And let all those motherfuckers Disappear into the distance.

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released February 6, 2010

"Did You Ever" written by F. Clean

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