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Don't Talk About Me
02:33
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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!!"
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2. |
Nobody Cares About You
01:49
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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
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3. |
Never Young
01:54
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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
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4. |
Zoology of Romance
03:18
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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
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5. |
The Malcontent
02:41
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"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.”
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6. |
Loosen My Mind
03:05
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(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.)
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7. |
Blame The Doctor
02:28
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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
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8. |
Photogenic Memory
03:53
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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.
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9. |
No Funerals
02:09
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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)
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10. |
Mid-Skid
02:31
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(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—
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11. |
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“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…”
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12. |
Missed Kids
02:00
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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
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13. |
Did You Ever? (F. Clean)
02:10
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"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."
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14. |
Shattertown
03:25
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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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