Best Friend Clio
You want us to be friends, but I want to be more than that;
I want to be your ethnic mother and make you fat.
Boil My Bones
I want a woman who will boil my bones in her mama’s home
Forget the swallow me whole
I want her chewing the soles of my feet
Take my gristle and meat
Pound me soft
Lead me lost
I want a woman who will burn down my home when I’m feeling cold
And she will hollow me out
Feed me famine and drought
Find my faults
Cure me with salt
Pound me soft
Lead me lost
Swim in my kidneys, sleep in my eyes
Gnaw on my know-how ’til I’m needy
Smoke me
Smoke me dry
Swim in my kidneys, sleep in my eyes
Gnaw on my know-how; now I’m needy
Smoke me
Smoke me dry
I’m not alone until she comes I’m not alone until she comes I’m not alone until she comes
I’m not alone I’m not alone
I’m not alone I’m not alone until she comes I’m not alone
Would you boil my bones?
Pound me soft
Lead me lost
Cook me into broth
Conversations With a Firstling
Good gracious apologies, dripping all over me
Outside looking into a new birthright policy
Breaking freedom, faking boredom
Lubricate yourself with your own
Come again, you’re gone again, come again, you’re gone again
High fashioned ideologies are more than what we used to be
Pesticide and looking insecure without a chance to see
You bend and you fold, you’re broken let’s go
Crucify yourself in your home
Come again, you’re gone again, come again, you’re gone again
Wake up weaker, in a week return turned away
Another day forgone, forgetting what you came to from
going, going, going, going, going, going, going
goner
Good gracious eulogies of all of these they swear have been
Blindside and looking thin beside a fallacy of can’t you see
Three days dreaming, creeping back home
Resurrect yourself on your bones
Breaking freedom, faking boredom
Lubricate yourself with your own
Come again, you’re gone again, come again, you’re gone again
You’re gone again
Dull
Dull me so dull me so dull me so dull me so dull me
Oh how I used to hate you
I’d drink your blood like honey
Now the court date is all through
And I just want your money
So dull me so dull me so dull me so dull me so dull
Small talk fills me with desire
Table manners light my fire
Youth builds up to one regret
Now I drip with dirty secrets
Now I drip with dirty secrets
Me so dull me so dull me so dull me so dull me so
I have yet to say a word worth hearing
The world has yet to start disappearing
And if I’ve no personality
You can’t take my boredom away from me
Try me motherfucker, just try
Try me motherfucker, just try
I have increased my threshold for pain,
but I have lost my patience for healing.
Dull me so dull me so dull me
So dull me so dull me so dull
Me so dull me so dull me so dull
The Dying at Home Song
I leave you with love
The smell of kids
A pullout couch
Stove and a fridge
Dying at home
The thick yellow light
closes my eyes
Creaking floors
sing lullabies
Dying at home
How long, how long
Too far at least, a lifetime at most
I long I long
To meet my ghost
Dying at home
I already miss the walls and doors,
the closet shelves, the stairs and sinks
Hello from beneath the old floorboards,
your brother sleeps, your mother winks
Put me back in the basement, you have wasted our underground
I left my heart in the attic, I have had it with future sounds
I was born in a bathtub, I will die in your arms
Lived my life under the sofa, I will die in your arms
Can you smell me receding, I will die in your arms
Feel me breathing, like the family dog out to the farm
Eat it or Wear It
Eat it or wear it, eat it or wear it
Men are born to kill time
Women are born to diet
Yum yum yum yum yum
Booze and cigarettes and carbs
Hiding hooker corpses in the burger barn
Raping, reading reviews and watching TV
Coffee stains and pus-filled eyes
Cold blood and cold semen on the fries
Ordering extra skin and smoking DDT
Men are born to kill time
Women are born to diet
Men are born to kill time
Women are born to diet
Eat it or wear it
Open in a closed system
Reap it or forswear it
Rolling in a closed system
Refreeze it or prepare it
Broken in a closed system
Eatitorweariteatitorweariteatitorweariteatitorweariteatitorweariteatitorwearit
Fish Don’t Swim
She loves her milk
but I am a fish
and fish don’t drink milk.
I like peas ’cause peas can swim
Like tadpoles in pools of gravy.
If I ate them one by one with a little fork
would you call me a lady?
But there’s green in the gravy!
She reads Voltaire
but I am a fish
and fish only stare.
If I could read
you can be sure
I’d choose my own adventure.
I like peas ’cause peas can swim
Like tadpoles in pools of gravy.
If I ate them one by one with a little fork
would you call me a lady?
She loves the Swiss
but I am a fish
and I prefer Dutch.
She wants to know
the Pacific Rim
but this fish don’t swim.
I like peas, ’cause peas can swim
Like tadpoles in pools of gravy.
If I ate them one by one with a little fork
would you call me a lady?
But there’s green in the gravy!
Why not dive in?
Masturbation Day Parade
You can suck my cock when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers
Lingers like the smell of defeat from the street in the early fall
The Masturbation Day Parade
You think about the better life you had,
no one was in you but your dad
I thinks he wants ya licking peanut butter off his greasy tonsure
Do you want to crawl right up inside her
Pitch a tent and light a fire
But the screams, splatters,
Buzzers, hot batters
With your mouth and your hands full what can you say?
Wipe your ass and join the parade!
A rape to remember, 'A' had a smile to make 'B' itch
Shit on the sidewalk, my gonads outlined in chalk
How about a sandwich?
Do you want to crawl right up inside her
Pitch a tent and light a fire
But the screams, splatters,
Buzzers, hot batters
With your mouth and your hands full what can you say?
Wipe your ass and join the parade!
I don't really find it all that queer
to bend over for the papal-smear
But 'C' said to 'D', "I want
to be a hippopotamus and make your ass my swamp!"
Vibrating sin, your afterlife's a joke, how can you laugh?
I prefer a roman collar wrapped tight around the base of my shaft
With your mouth and your hands full what can you say?
Wipe your ass and join the parade,
join the parade, join the parade!
Sleep, Can, Apple (An Ovary)
John shows is inning an apple
Whose bin you’ve got a disease
For gin (a word)
Forging a fir tree
Table of her
Table a fee
Plum goes beginnable half full
Bruised grins of eager to please
More than alert
More than a bird sleep
A no the dirt
An ovary
Qua
Catapult
Qua
Catapult
Fruitfly
Blank curse banana try
Red, terse, judicious, dry, can
Somnambulist love
Venal veal
Veritable blind pie
Glue sigh
Gnaw full a cope
Saw cantaloupe
Qua
Catapult
The Shape of the Sound
Prog prog progress smells like this
Gee gee genie-sus I got one more wish
Seca seca second chance
Happa happa happenstance
Let’s go let’s go let’s go saving
good day to dive in
Fac fac factory builds to be
Ma ma mall food tends to agree
Thicka thicka thinking cap
Strappa strappa strapping young chap
Let’s go let’s go let’s go saving
good day to dive in deep
This is the shape of the sound
A country built from a town
Your dad was born underground
You scrape the sky ’til the sun falls down
Let’s go let’s go let’s go saving,
good day to dive in the daylight waiting
Let’s go let’s go let’s go saving
She’s taking, taking pictures of my brain
I’m faking making sure it looks the same
All the way around
All the way around
This is the shape of the sound
Truck Date
Truck is a day of a pound
Sore of a maybe not sound
Shades of other regretting out - shifting
Graves another forgetting up - underneath
Saves a brother’s resetting in - lifting
He craves another regret
Stuck to a strayward abound
More came away some town down
Fill just in and date, church of the state
Still just been a late
Fill just in and date, church of the state
Still just been a late
Shades of other regretting out - shifting
Graves another forgetting up - underneath
Saves a brother’s resetting in - lifting
He craves another regret
Count her looking greys
Fill just in and date, church of the state
Still just been a late
Fill just in and date, church of the state
Still just been a late
Shades of other regretting out - shifting
Graves another forgetting up - underneath
Saves a brother’s resetting in - lifting
He craves another regret
Truck is a day of a pound
Sore of a maybe not sound
He craves another regret
He craves another regret
A shade of which come was said
You Are All Dead To Me
Deh deh deh
Deh
Deh deh
Deh deh deh deh deh deh
Gadada
(Mm, mm)
Rah deh deh
Sheunuh geh
Ca deh deh
Sheunuh geh
Guh
Guh guh ga ga guguguh
Guh guh ga ga guguguh, geuh geuh gah
Rah deh deh nuh
Shenueh reh deh
Guh
Guh guh ga ga guguguh, geuh geuh gah
Ooh, ah, ah
Deh deh deh deh deh deh deh deh deh deh deh deh
Ooh, ah, ah
Deh deh deh deh deh deh
Gadada
Gadada
(Oh, oh)
Reh reh ranana geh
Ranana ooh ah to me
Reh reh ranana geh
Ranana ooh ah to me
Reh reh ranana geh
Ranana ooh ah to me
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