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Slanted and Enchanted
SUMMER BABE-winter version-

Ice baby
I saw your girlfriend
She's eating her fingers
like they're just another meal
She waits there
In the levee wash
Mixing cocktails with
a plastic-tipped cigar (goooo)
My eyes stick to
All those shiny robes you wear
on the protein delta strip
In an abandoned houseboat
I'll wait there
I'll be waiting forever
Waiting Waiting Waiting Waiting Waiting Waiting Waiting (go)
Minerals, ice deposits
Daily drop off the first shiny robe
I've got a lot of things
I want to sell but but
not here babe, you took it all
Everytime I look around I find that I'm shocked
Everytime I look around I find that I'm shocked
Everytime I look around I find
Everytime I look around I find
Everytime Everytime Everytime Everytime Everytime Everytime
You're my Summer Babe
Summer Babe
Summer Babe
Summer Babe

TRIGGER CUT/wounded-kite at:17

lies and betrayals
fruit-covered nails
electricity and lust
won't break the door
i've got a heavy coat
it's filled with rocks and sand
and if i lose you
i'll be coming back today
(i got a message for you)
i'll be coming back today
(i keep it in my hand)
ya know i'm coming back one day
(i've got a sister or two)
and i'll be coming back today

ex-magician
still knows the tricks
tricks are everything to me
until it's free
i've got a trigger cut
and i can't pull it back
but if i learn how i'll be
coming back today
(i got a message for you)
you know i'm coming back today
(i keep it in my hand)
and you will look at me and say
(i've got a sister to you?)
that you just wish i went away.

sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

i learned the truth,
the truth of the words,
truth i made for you
because it's just as good
and if i spit it out
before i chew the
ring i'll rearrange it
till it looks just right today
(i got a message for you)
and i'll be coming my way
(i keep it in my hand)
and you will look at me and say
(i've got a sister or two)
that you just wish i went away...today.

owhoo sha-la-la-la-la x 3

NO LIFE SINGED HER

take me down from the ridge where
the summer ends, we'll watch the city
spread out just like a jet's flame.
i've got a secret for you, i cut your
angel in two, i left her bleeding
and soaked it with a dry sponge

no life has singed her now
(i can see it fade)

we've got a license to live, it's our only one,
if it expires we float up to the dust haze.
i've got a secret for you, i cut your
angel in two, i saw her spinning and dripping
on your new dress...

IN THE MOUTH A DESERT

can you treat it like an oil well
when it's undergroud out of sight?
and if the sight is just a whore sign
can it make enough sense to me?
pretend the table is a trust knot
we'll put our labels down faith is down
and watch the yards of twine unravel
and you'll never get it back-
it's what i want don't you know
we could make it dry-
"i've been crowned, the king
of it and it is all we have so

222.134.132.*

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wait to hear my words and
they're diamond sharp i could
open it up if it's up and down"

CONDUIT FOR SALE

Parceled a generous divorce sentence forthwith being:
Certain blocks of land are living quarters,

Tries quick escape gamut via local periodicals,
But no takers can lie on an unenviable station
In the conduit between two selves, a veritable no-man's land
Where Ray, the flophouse cardboard tarots and carbon monoxide wallpaper
All this big dick tree in a boy's ass?

(No one's gonna save me, no one's gonna make me rearrange)
Rents low-down scabhouse and conduit
(No one's gonna save me, no one's gonna make me rearrange)

I'm tryin', I'm tryin'....
Imagine if you will Herr Proctor,
alias a nobleman,
son of son of scion scion.
Part of his rich inheritance,
parcel in generous [divorced sense] forklift beam.
Certain plots of land and living quarters
deemed by all gentlemen, and wives thereof,
grossly humane and frankly, quite undirty.

I'm tryin', I'm tryin'....
Herr Proctor, in his enviable good taste,
tries quick escape gambit via local
periodicals, but no takers.
The land unenviably stationed in a conduit
between two cells, a veritable no-man's-land,
[rain, the flophouse, cog-bone terrors]
and carbon monoxide wallpaper.
All [his brig-deck trina] boys ask: is it livable?

I'm tryin', I'm tryin'....
Unable to bear the scandal, Ray, philanthropist,
rents low-down scab house in conduit,
Herr Proctor offers said land for a song,
but no one wants to sing.
In an attempt to maintain social privileges,
yet mask it as goodwill,
he says to the conduit members,
'Take this rotten old tree and make it bear fruit."
Cheers erupted throughout the [???] settlement.
An Italian male was heard to say,
"Between here and there
is better than either here or there!"
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'...

ZURICH IS STAINED

i can't sing it strong enough:
that kind of strength i just don't have.
if you watch the lights change please
don't hold them hanging

you think it's easy, but you're wrong
i'm not one half of the problem
zurich is stained and it's not my fault
just hold me back or let me run

what does it mean, a mistake or two
if it's the kind of mistake no one can trace
to the fountain where we sold it
and held them hanging.

CHESLEY'S LITTLE WRISTS -instrumental-

LORETTA'S SCARS

how can i make my body shed for you?
how can i make my body shed

around your metal scars
loretta's scars

from now on i can see the slums
makes me nervous, makes me run

HERE

i was dressed for success
but success it never comes
and i'm the only one who laughs
at your jokes when they are so bad
and your jokes are always bad
but they're not as bad as this.

come join us in a prayer
we'll be waiting, waiting where
everything's ending here

and all the sterile striking it
defends an empty dock you cast away
and rain upon you forehead
where the mist's for hire if it's
just too clear

let's spend our last
quarter stance randomly

222.134.132.*

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go down to the outlet once again.
painted portrait of minions and slaves
crotch mavens and one night plays
are they the only ones who laugh?
at the jokes when they are so bad
and the jokes are always bad
but they're not as bad as this.
and all the spanish candles
unsold have gone away to this
and a "run-on piece of mount on"
trembles, shivers runs down the freeway
i guess she spent her last quarter
randomly
i guess a guess is the best i'll do...
i'll do...last guess
last time, last time is the best time

TWO STATES

two states!
we want two states
north and south
two, two states
forty million daggers
two states
we want two states
there's no culture
there's no spies

PERFUME-V

fun for an hour when the hour's gone
can one trick nights feed 40 days?
in my bed at the break of dawn she
shivered like a vein slashed bright and new

she's got the radio active,
it makes me feel ok
(i don't feel ok)

grip-force the vial, strip the locks smash
the set and slash the beds and when it
looks like a wife's ex-plot we'll cover
all the rugs with cheap perfume
like a docent's lisp
like a damsel's spit
like a dry gin's twist (of lime)
like a poor droll sir
like a poke's dull spurs
like a pastor's flock (no church)

FAME THROWA

fame throwa pass out the gold, the diamond
watch, the last reward, all the things we had
before you sold us out and took it all.
head-borne cries from zenith sluts, astral
rites from dead-end ruts
these ends are sick-end wars

"one of our nation's spies
one of our first recruits.
click with her leather thighs
one of our first recruits."

how can you know? in the distance lies
a grower, nee roudolph king of fame throwa
son of groupie, red-worn sexan: spent his
cash convincing us that the desert was
a starscape and sold our lives for a
satellite so we could cry:
"naked, naked foul"

JACKALS,FALSE GRAILS:THE LONESOME ERA-instrumental-

OUR SINGER

I've beem Waiting
anticipating
sun comes up
the skies wont sink my soul
i've dreamt of this
but it never comes
but it never comes

The horizon
the natures dry
faux!

I've been dreaming
traced out but dreamin
sun comes up
blisters burn my soul
i'm dreamin
of something now
of something now

on the horizon
the natures dry
and all the gritty ones

221.209.8.*

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『Baby yeah』
Baby, baby, baby
yeah Baby, baby, baby yeah Baby, baby, baby yeah
Baby, baby, baby yeah Baby, baby, baby yeah! Woo
hoo! Baby, baby, baby yeah! Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah,
yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah She abused me For no
apparant reason! She confused my hopes For a blistered lesion It's torn, torn clean apart It's torn and
it's torn Torn, torn clean apart
Stop

『greenlander 』
On an icy island north
In the woods beside the church
We can bury crimson lockets filled with dirt
And when the April thaw
Brings us out again
We can bless the arrows And the sun won't stall
And the land will never fall On virgin fields we'll skate
Stand by children we'll create
Like the arctic wind we spin
A windmill's rose into the threshing soul
You can't thresh the snow
When the snow is sending There's no divine grove
You can see the blankets go Everything I did was right
Everything I said was wrong
Now I'm waiting for the night
To bring the dawn
Into the only room where the fire's warm
Where we keep our vices warm And it's all that's left
All that's left is vices torn

『Angel Carver Blues』
When they fall in they fall in from the roof
They grab on to me tightly as if i knew the way
When i fight for something i fight because i care
When i fight with you i fight but i don't care Everybody wants the questions to be asked
The questions are the answers to questions in
themselves
Ask me if i really need it
Ask me if you want to get hit
Hit it Ask me if you want to be...****ed.

『box elder』
Wasn't the question you asked me
It wasn't the answer I gave
That made me feel like I was on a train
Was a distant voice
Made me make a choice
That I had to get the **** out of this town I got a lot of things to do
A lot of places to go
I`ve got a lot of good things coming my way
And I'm afraid to say that you`re not one of them. Last time I was there
You were out on the couch
Pressed into a little electric 2
It was the way that you smiled
Made me know at once
That I had to get the **** out of this town 'Cause I've decide to make a stand
And I'm not gonna take your hand
I`m taking the next bus outta here, I`m gonna head
for Box Elder, M.O

『frontwards』
I am the only one
Searching for you
And if I get caught
Then the search is through And the stories you hear, you know they never add
up
I hear the natives fussin' at the data
Chart
Be quiet, the weather's on the night news Empty homes, plastic combs
Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
Well I've got style, miles and miles
So much style that it's wasting Now she's the only one
Who always inhales
Paris is stale
And it's war if we fail And in the migrant hotels they never sleep, they
never will
Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt-clod hold
Your cigarette cupped to the inside Empty homes, plastic combs
Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
Well I've got style, miles and miles
So much style that it's leaving
This pattern's torn and we're weaving
This pattern's torn and we'll weave it...
『circa 1762』
met her when I was a drum cadet
Sold her the strings off my second set
yes! See myself come running back
See myself come running back
running back, running back, running running running
back See myself come running back
See myself come running back
running back, running back, running running running
back asshole
royal blue velvet rope
castles
we never had it in our vows (?) See myself come running back
See myself come running back
running back, running back, running running running
back See myself come running back
See myself come running back
running back, running back, running running running
back I was in a three piece band
but there were no strings on the winds
and skins
torn flags we don't
burned match we light the burned match
we light the burned match and stick a flag on it

『Our Singer』
I've beem waiting, anticipating
Sun comes up
The skies wont sink my soul
I've dreamt of this
But it never comes
But it never comes The horizon
The natures dry
Faux
I've been dreaming
Traced out but dreamin
The sun comes up The blisters burn my soul
I'm dreamin'
Of something now
Of something now
On the horizon
The natures dry And all the gritty ones

『Shoot the Singer (1 Sick Verse)』
Someone took in these pants
Somebody painted over paint
Painted wood
And where he stood, no one stands
It's been said he's sitting now
In the churning land Well, I've seen saints, but remember
That I forgot to flag 'em down
When they passed
And in the morning light
You hold that ashtray tight
You could put it out But I can't put it out My hands shook, down and out
I've got the blisters of the world
World new
I name the book after you
So look up and watch the camera lens
When the risers fade Slow it down! Song is sacred!
And brother, you're a hunter
And you're right at home
And in the morning light
I'll hold my ashtray tight
I could take it down And you can't take it down La-da-da-da-da-da-da (4x, etc.) Don't expect (7x)

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