LYRICS

AFRICA JUST WANTS TO HAVE FUN

CHORUS

Sick of your crucificool
Cootchy-coo, look at you, cootchy-coo,
look at you, and you're a
Heck of a champion too
Hands to god, 'rena rock,
hold the poor, in your heart, flash'em the
Shades and the leather perfume
Smell of God, martyr fool,
win their hearts, king of tools, king of the
Philantharopicacool
'Mericans, Africans,
holding hands, buying pants

VERSE 1

I'm on top of the new new thing
Gonna get the new line of bling, and I'll
Shine shine shine shine like a white god
natives gonna worship me
I woulda done it anyhow, so I'll
Buy it up buy it all right now, because
Africa just wants to have some fun

BRIDGE

In the land where nothing grows, nobody even knows
Nobody knows that it's a Chrissamuss, What do they do without the Chrissamuss, ooh
Lets go on a safari, show these jungle cats how to party
This desert is so beautiful, hey lets make a music video, yeah
Me and the natives will be singin' holdin' hands we gonna stop all the violence in this land
I'm gonna set this world straight, I'm suckin' dick at the G-8, but
I'm not the only one lickin' choads at this safari party
Clear channel men fellatiate me, censor me and proliferate me

CHORUS 2

VERSE 2 (yelled)
Where'd ya get that jacket, Bo-no?
Where'd ya get those shades, Robo-Cop?
You and your little booby Bobby,
Sellin' the new Spanish gold

BRIDGE

Everyone out on the floor
Its supergroup pop for the poor
Savin' our souls at the store
Savin' us all from the horror
Let your martryrs arms
Bear the winds
Of the wind machine, wind machine

CHORUS 3

OUTRO

Gonna get a little drunka tonight, gonna get a little drunka tonight, gonna get a little
Gonna get fucked up tonight, gonna get fucked up tonight ee-aigh-ee-aight,
Me and the kids are pickin' fun at you, we're pickin' fun pickin' fun pickin' fun at you
Cuz when you're actin' like Christ on the cross, you look ridiculous OOHH
I admit it I don't know what to do, I don't know I don't know what to do
But I know what not to do, and I know the smell of your leather perfume, it smells like
Death to me, smells like piss on a fire, smells like toxic fumes at a maquiladora
Where'd ya get that shirt asshole
Whncha make Whncha make up your mind
Are you bored Are you bored or inspired? Well either way
You just came to shoot your load off the stage
A pacifier for a nation of beige
After your concert and at the G-8
You came to party yeah you came to get laid

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PERFORMANCE EVALUATION SHUFFLE

Jade
To spruce up the place
Where the pants fell down, round my green naive faith
And the whole office saw my pale

Faith, righteous faith
That we'd forget the roles and rituals of our age old performance over night
That the blonde tips and the gossipy bitch and the clueless board and power whore
Would drop their pants and swim nude in the moonlight

Animal
Growl like an animal
Full of sex and snot
Livin' off the land in a parking lot

Makes me wanna chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp
Feel the clenching of the teet
Feels so good, if I'm goin pantsless I might as well
Leave a deuce on your keyboard, and wipe up with this self evaluation form
C'mon lets perform for the funders
The modern zoo patron prefers the natural habitat to the cage c'mon lets
Spruce it up Spruce it up Spruce it up Spruce it up Spruce it up Spruce it up with

Jade
In florescent light
Its like one of those dreams where your teeth aren't right

That's when snow woman from Guerrero told me...

Que no sufres sobre cosas pequenas
Que no sufres sobre cosas pequenas
Que no sufres sobre cosas pequenas
Que no sufres sobre cosas pequenas
Que no sufres sobre cosas pequenas
Que no sufres sobre cosas pequenas

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TENSION LOOP

A crooked smile a crooked eye
Bent up when you was a little kid
An unfortunate disguise
For a pure heart, marked by the outside
That sometimes creeps inward and changes you and makes you feel

As if you're work were your whole life
You're sleepless and sickly
And so serious, you let it ring you dry, ring you dry
But your righteous vow alone will never bring you joy

A crooked smile a crooked eye
You let it become you
And wish some pane of glass
Would bend your crooked light, into straight lines, straight lines

Injuries
Helplessness
Evil men
The peace you get from them
From them from them from them

You stupid shit.....That was 12 years ago.....

Let it go.
Let it go. Let it go.

You still lockin' up all those
disco drag moves, and your pencil poems
in a lunchbox urn

And your reckless laugh
You still hold it back back back back back back back
back back back back back back back

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FAIRY TALE

INTRO: HOOOOO OOOO OOO OOO OOO OOO OOO

CHORUS

Fairy, if you can, sprinkle on this man, sunflower dust......ooooh, he's...
Caught under a spell, caught in silly cell, funny dummy.
Fingers through the jail bars tickle tickle
His home was a magic prarie, teeming with a symphony of bugs...and
Cougars, penguins, froggies, cheetas, all was
Covered by a lazy fog & stolen via COUP DET TET, there's only one faint hope
Sprinkle your love

It's a fairy tale of a priviledge man
Who when he saw it was a war-torn land
The sweet guilt hormone flooded out of his glands
Drowning in dogma - And the Non-Profit Scam!

Flick of a wand, federal
wizards - burned his - apple - wings to -
carmel - crisps and - melted - dreams -
their sugar cross and his sweet sweet guilt whispered "tend to the poor"
that they may fight

Wars to win hearts minds and oil
The nation's blackest cauldrons boil
A spell a smokescreen bandaid scam
Perpetuates this filthy land

He felt it pump his heart
He felt it drive his car
It knew how he'd been built
Black Gold White Guilt Black Gold White Guilt Black Gold White Guilt Black Gold White Guilt Black Gold White

It consumed him in isolation.
A suffocating contrast - self loathing and self worship
Until a bare leg through his cell window
tickled right it out of his young skull

Fairy, if you can, sprinkle on this man, sunflower dust......ooooh, he's...
Caught under a spell, caught in silly cell, funny dummy.

When she emerged from her dandelion hut the fog cleared a small space in the backyard
Wrestling match in the carrot patch. Screamed no tickling no tickling. They rolled over a glowing light
two quaint portals - 1 pink and 1 green - she covered him in pollen and cream
allergy ecstasy - sleeping veins needles pins - sneezing fit laughing fit - waking from a dream.

3RD CHORUS

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SLOW JAM

CHORUS 1

Get up a little higher
Can't ya feel the excitement, you fool
Can't ya feel it? Can't ya feel it?........yeah

I know its been a ruff week
Tuff job and the tuff streets, yo its cool
(it) Happens to everyone.....but you gotta

Get back up and be a fighta
Can't you see that she's scared that you
Don't feel the fire no more

I'm gonna give it to her straight up, & while
I serenade her pull your wait up and move
You gotta feel it, gotta feel i

VERSE 1

Oooooh, you like it early, and I like it late
'n you don't like it when I take the bate, got me hidin' the cookies
Oh let's poke a hole in this balloon animal
It's the elephant trunk in the room
Baby please don't worry cause its not about you, let's try again let's try again
I've got some tuxedos and you've got the lube
I'm a guitar hero with a big ego and a bi-polar libido but I come thru in the sack, most of time
And you're a cutie, with a great bootie, and even when you're freakin' me out,
you gotta superb rack, and a wonderful heart well
Oooooh baby just freak me, don't freak me out
I just wanna freak you, I never meant to freak you out
Let's cut this melodrama, from this tragicomedy.......O'Henry now, cuz
This gift of the magi, is juss too sad......................sometimes
You give up feelin' sexy, I give up feelin' like a man......ain't Lent a bitch now
Well how bout this night owl and this early bird, meet at lunch, for a SLOW JAM

CHORUS 2

Get up a little higher
Can't ya feel the excitement, you fool
Can't ya feel it? Can't ya feel it?...now

This melody could be a trumpet line
Richard Prior in the streets with a congo line
It's a party party party,
Sky's full of confetti - but...

Uh-oh, I see her face is red
Think I'm embarrasin' her like I was drunk again
I'm so sorry sorry sorry, I didn't mean no harm

Gotta tell her why I'm singin' this
She gotta no that I love her and this aint no diss...........No need to alarm

VERSE 2 - BREAKDOWN

Baby I apologize, but I
had to sing about it, I
know that you afraid, that

People gonna think, you don't flip the
switch on my meat, but that's a lie, you're my cutie pie, and when I
touch the curves of your thighs, ooooh I nearly die.....but

Somehow I'm scared too, like maybe they'll say, I'm either
floppy like Bob Dole or I'm frontin' like Larry Craig, but that's not the
case, with my slender frame and rib cage I'll drive you to another state like a Greyhound

So how these fears get in our heads? When 99 percent, of the
time, you and I, are just like animals in bed - well that's why I gotta
sing about it, next generations gotta know about it, plenty of yall out there still got
doubts about it.....

When you feelin' weak like you just can't
Please, don't hit the link on that cialis spam
Just take it easy and clear your mind and

take a
take a
take a
SLOW JAM

CHORUS 3

Get up a little higher
Can't ya feel the excitement, you fool
Can't ya feel it? Can't ya feel it?...now

Hold ya fire
Hold on to it tighta don't shoot
Till you see the lights in her eyes
Sex is less like heaven & more like kung-fu
& I'm a orange-belt,
nothin' to be ashamed of, so

Guess what honey
I think that I'm
In the mood....oooh

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'78 OIL CRISIS

VERSE 1

Born in Japan

Brother from another mother, my blood, in another land....Sorry brother but I'm
Sworn to a brand
Gotta keep'm fed n' workin', over there, in the Motor City................I gotta
Corn eater's tan
I'll show it off on my vacation, that's right, gonna hit the beaches.......And I'll be
Warm in the sand..............we'll be
Warm in the sand..............me n' my brother who was......Born in Japan

BRIDGE

Brothers since our fight.....Violent and sublime
Sword to lasso................Spinning mass of
Flashing lights......Speeding lines...........Flying stars..........Razor sharp
Flick of wrist........Crack of whip............Dirt and mud........Is the blood
of brothers.......................

VERSE 2

Kojirou-san
Kitana blade and a leather mask, with wild eyes, helmet like Vader
....was dedicated to a
Solemn mission
He'd lost his son to modernity, and in a fuge, sought an unknown vengeance
....on Western symbols of which
I sure was one
Leather boots and a bolo tie, ridin' my horse, won't give a dime to OPEC
....and all those forces killin'
My tradition - of rules known but not written (down)
Paperwork'll give ya papercuts, but me & Koji, prefer the wounds of a brawl
...that's how we found
Brotherly love..........when we were
Covered in blood......I said my brother I need a
Warm vacation....................
....HE SAID I HEAR YOU WHITEY, YOU LOOK LIKE YOU NEED SOME SUN

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SWEET TOOTH

Once in a while, Its like I'm back at the corner store
9 years old, and a mouthful of glassy sugar
which cut my tongue, showed the blood to all my friends
it tasted so good, chewed holes thru my mouth, holes thru my mouth

Nowadays, nowadays, nowadays, I know better than to eat their filth
I'm a whole new man, On a wholesome organic local vegan diet
Last year I met a 40 year old man named Ramon in a bar
And I did cocaine with him in the bathroom of that bar
I cut my nose, got a bloody nose, I'm tellin' all my friends.....tellin' all my friends

Edge of the train platform, starin' at the rail, casually inches from death
Scared of the knife, scared of the open window, scared of my own potential
Oblivious to the aesbestos, oblivious to plastics 3, 5 and 7, casually inches from death
My body my temple my love stable and pure my house sterile with bleach and my people,
Spread our vision through the world, spread spread spread like cells through my body

Check out the phone, check out the phone I got
It's a Congolese corpse
The white noise from my network washes out all the sounds of a civil war (civil war)
But I'm tryin' hard baby
I cut back on my kills
But sometimes let the horsebones slip back into my sugarpills
I could draw lines in the sand but the tide washes high in the full moon
Where you hide your corpses - in your car? In your lunch? At your job? In your shoes? Cuz..

I know everybody's got a Sweet Tooth (yeah)
I know everybody's got a Sweet Tooth

Once in a while, I see I'm back at the corner store, Browsin the aisles, of deliscious filth

Swishin the sugary blood round my mouth, a willingly ignorant bliss
I'm a part of a whole, that's no better than this, Silly boy don't be so serious

Don't be such a such a sucha grumpalumpalump, You'll drive yourself into the looney bin
And don't let that stache grow Che Guevarra bushy, I'll trim it in your sleep, make it John Waters thin

If you think consumption's the plague, Then you should get vaccinated
Smoke the summer cigarrettes, And eat sour patch kids,

Cause even your soy sheild's got blood on it
And some of those corpses you champion,
would reanimate like zombies on Halloween
And to the sound of a Vicent Price monster poem, savor your sugary blood

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ASTRONOMERS BALLAD

CHORUS 1

Mi vida, solo es un tiempo - Tal vez, un lugar tambien
Han dicho que vieron el borde del universio - Tu eres, lo que no ven

VERSE 1

El primer dia - que conocimos - hubo una fuerza - que no entendi
Con anos sabrias - fue las galaxias - empezando, a colapsar - a su fin

CHORUS 2

Mi vida, solo es un tiempo - Tal vez, un lugar tambien
Han dicho que vieron el borde del universio - Tu eres, lo que no ven

VERSE 2

La fe mas bella - para mi es la ciencia - polvo de estrellas - esta dentro de mi
Astronomia - y anatomia - mis celulas - enamoradas - de ti

CHORUS 3

Mi vida, solo es un tiempo - Tal vez, un lugar tambien
Han dicho que vieron el borde del universio - Tu eres, lo que no ven

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PALIMPSESTS

INTRO

[[ Wake up ]]x9 ...look where you are
[[ it was a dream ]]x4 ...it was a
[[ Its so funny ]]x2 ...its so [[ fun ]]x9 ..funny how far
you are, from where you've been

[[ Spit up ]]x9 ....get out the taste
of fermented speeches
[[ Swallow it down ]]x2 .../ I know / it burns /
but when it burns it teaches

VERSE 1

[[ Seven O'clock ]]x2 .../ Get up / Get up / move, shower and shave
The shell of skin like extra limbs / tucked in / tucked in / hide every trace
In your pleated pants
[[ Baby ]]x5 ...steps / is all you can take
and Awkwardly stumble forward

VERSE 2

Tip of the tounge / Heated debate / Reflux / Reflux / you can't stop it from comin' up
Words of the past / Taste like a meal / simple / ideals / nu-tri-tion-less - as - soda
And so falsely filling
they Kept you sharp up to a point / when they started dulling
And with everything blurring
Your tired eyes still miss the clarity

VERSE 3

Skin is a shell / Shape of a child / crawled out / half way / 'n hit the frozen wind
And breathed deeply
Fossil of youth / blackening leaves / dead weight / dead weight / Can't help but imaginin'
Crazy voice: Just sever it - it'd be so easy
its Inefficient And naive / lettin' leech and feed off you / but you keep it there hidden
And hopefully stumble forward - with baby steps

When you swallow your words
You'll start speaking in tongues
It's both your will and theirs
That keeps filling your lungs
With the fumes that fuel illness and songs
You're a father and also a son

In a tower of steel
Or a bridge made of straws
Though the structure is real
And can act as a law
That exaggerates your deepest flaw
It could also be the shapes you draw....the the architect of

Small Circles, maybe 10 feet, drawin
Little tattoes on the people you meet, like those
Crazies who eat their placentas, you put your
Molted shell through an industrial juicer and
Gulp it Down, Gulp it Down, Gulp it Down,
Gulp it Down with some pride son
It's the vanilla pipe dream extract
so bitter sweet

With a mouthful of worms
There is protein enough
To last a few days
In the thickening rough
The surroundings that so hard to love
Are deceptively soft to your touch......if you conjure up a

Tele - ki -Netic Burning Heat/yr
Fingers a Glowing Neon Pink/yr
Wilting a Eye n' Wincing Wink...you get
get, you get LEARNed when you get BURNed
Whether your pupils melt into black tears and roll of your
face, or the structures incinerate, you'll see
A New City......A New City
A New City...A New City

......when you swallow your words...

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KITCHEN DANCE

[[ Kitchen ]]xN Dance
[[ Kitchen ]]xN Dance
[[ Kitchen ]]xN Dance
[[ Kitchen ]]xN Dance

The moon is changing up the tide
a little slippin' of my pride

[[ Kitchen ]]xN Dance
[[ Kitchen ]]xN Dance
[[ Kitchen ]]xN Dance
[[ Kitchen ]]xN Dance

The moon is changing up the tide
a little slippin' of my pride

[[ Kitchen ]]xN Dance

EASY DOES IT

ooohoohooohoooh
oooheeeeooohooohooohoooh
ooohooohoooh, ooohoooh
ooohoohooohoooh
oooheeeeooohooohooohoooh
ooohooohoooh, ooohoooh

easy does it easy does it
hero blew the purple trumpet
out she flew the nashnl fish
and from her glorious flight she trail'd a
rainbow holographic banner
advertising FREEDOM FREEDOM

movie stars and working class and
mice and lions all held hands in
giant paper silhouettes whose
mouths as high as outer space at
from the sacred holograph and
vomited some rainbow steam which
returned to our country and con-
nected to the soup you eat so
easy does it easy does it

easy does it easy does it
eat the soup child swallow whole
easy does it easy does it
eat the story its getting cold
those people died so you'll grow old so you'll grow old so
easy does it eaZy duz it CMON
everywhere you go it'll tear at you're fuckin' heart if you can't
learn to love it learn to love it
it's as easy as ever, take it all in
the culture the ritual the symbols the food
etcetera etcetera etcetera etceteraetceteraetceteraetcetera

ho lo graph ic
rain bow ban ner
king of fish
bull ion bull ion

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FIRE FIRE

fire fire burn me alive, purify my lazy eyes of I
fire form a grizzly bear, save me from the black lung that steals your air
fire fire kill me alive, kill 'fore the lung tells me its lie

nobody saw me come to this place
where flames like fingers touch my face
touch the nape of my neck
touch my nipples and breasts
and caress the rest like a symmetry test
and seeking the sex that's next
I came dressed to impress
cuz the whole magic forest will reduce to a nest
unless they think that I jest so to prove I don't mess
we best finish this quest
so lets

get it on get it on get it on get it on

father a cancer to sicken the lung
I've got a special little hole that I can birth it from
I'm just a ripe little peach with my pink that and my blue eyes white lies
But this sexy skin won't let you in so

rape me in the I I fire fire
purify my lazy I I fire fire
so fire fire what's it gonna take to get your freak on freak on freak
on freak on

burn me til I can't tell that I'm gone
when we fuck fire, let's you and I be one

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4000 PLUS INTEREST

Interference
Which way should I go?
I'm a wave don't you know,
On the graph paper sea.

Interference
Well since you're here
Maybe you could help me out
Cuz my minivans always breakin' down
And I'm wallowing in massive debt
Cuz college was the biggest scam
Cuz it teaches you what you're money is
That its blood and waste and slavery
Then it cashes you're parents big checks
And says you owe us $40,000 plus interest
So go cash in on you're priviledge now
Or let your righteous heart bleed right out onto the floor cuz
Either way Either way Either way Either way you're our slave......slave

Interference
Should I twist up like a water twister
Leave behind a trail of
Blue and green bubbles
Monopoly houses
And form a huge shape
That they can't ignore
And feel huger than everything
But still be plagued by the doubt that I'm as small as a 2 liter bottle

Or maybe love a converse wave
And let graphs collide and motion die and I could know silence

Sometimes silence comes to me
Over cigarettes and tea
On my lovely balcony

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LA LLUVIA

La lluvia lava toda la maldad, y cura todas las heridas del corazon.

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RED AND WHITE BELLS

There's a beautiful place of invisible life where fragments of noise go to hide.
When their functions are lost they become static ghosts and hide in
shells and phones.
And much in this way, muscles everywhere petrify, they forget they're
alive, they only come out in seizures.
Just like the baby elephant
just like the baby elephant
artist of space she imagines her trunk in the
air like a paint brush
painting lucid shapes that
linger in the air
floating through her world
until her parents say
"Put that brush away, now eat and wash your face."
"You won't get a job,
what with your messy hair like that,
what with your shirt untucked in back,
might as well start talkin' as if you was black, aks instead of ask.
Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?"
"I'll tell you who I am.
I am a baby elephant
I am a baby elephant
playin' with my trunk and
tryin' to unlearn your silly fancy tongue.
Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?"

Baby elephant, beaten to the ground, lyin on my back, laughin laughin at the
Image in the air, images in the air, don't go away, I need you I need
you I need you
Catch you when you rain, seep into my veins
I'll bleed you from my mouth, bleedin' from my mouth
Phone call to a shell, image of a cell
Half dead and half alive
and Blood steeped like tea leaves the skin sings a cloud of red die

Bleed
Mix all our cells
Red and white bells
Playing our anthem

Steeped
Spread through the sky
Hot with the night
Still and expanding

fafafafafafafafafafafafafafaffafafafaffafafafaffafafafafaaffafafafafafafaaaaaaaa
Beautiful seizure take us home.
Beautiful seizure take us home.

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APPLE OR A GUN

Thirty-six miscarraiges, waiting for their fate.
He'll set 'em up for another birth, so they'll spread, his seed and his name
Geometry is an art, and an art is a faith, sein'
Lines and angles and lines and angles and lines of angels cuz lines
are angels but
Some angels are good and some angels are bad
And this beautiful vision is driving him mad, sing

Father of a geometric vision
Father of an invented religion

Motherless children they're motherless children
their father made love to himself in a dream
and the semen he bled and the seed that he spread
still wait to be born through the seed that he said
was the way that his code would survive his own death
kill all the rest
eat all their heads
take their nutrition and leave them for dead
cuz if they can't be born they were born to be bled because

all his
life he's
seen it
comin'
potent
frozen
waiting
motion
inevitable
like a car crash
or a bursting damn
or volcano
its just tension and release
tension and release
and when it all goes down he'll be waiting like a thief with a notary
public and video tape

Thirty-six failed visions, each with a different face
One sees atoms whose soft masses lie stable but wait like a nuclear bomb
Another sees sex in this motion, sees shapes that sink and dissappear and then
Reappear as stars condensed into a single, boiling, pulsing, patient point
They're waiting for a Big Bang
They're waiting for his senses to grasp

The quiet foreplay of the fertile eggs
The barely touching spheres and planes
The slightest friction is a sweet romance
That like any other will corrupt or collide

Thirty-six soft eggs - ripped from the womb and laid on a table
Their tender kisses arouse him, he sees the potential for exploding life
A shaft in a hand, a bullet, a wick
A manual gland, a snare and a kick and a crash
And when it leaves us it keeps us attached
To love is to free but alas
The umbilical leash in our hands
And then we're nothin' but little league dads and military ads
Gettin' our K-K-Kids to K-Kick some ass

But what would you have done
I said what would you have done
With a gift so damn ambiguous could be an apple or a gun
But it's a horizontal firecracker
horizontal firecracker
horizontal firecracker
horizontal firecracker

You only live once, but you're dying all the time
If you're not gonna have kids why not leave a record behind
mine is a vinyl baby, being born as we speak
His is a lovely number down in permanent ink

Father of a geometric vision
Father of an invented religion

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FROZEN IN ESCAPE

Frozen in escape,
romanticize my stay
in Uruguay, where I had my first lay.
With time all that confusion
turned into memories
of fun and love.
Its better there. Its better there. Its better there. Its better there.
Better there. Better there. Better there.

Frozen in escape,
and looking for the place
where sea and sky
and parallel lines
meet in space.
Ooooooo.
I wished it for a lifetime
and when it did arrive
I left it waiting.
It's better there. It's better there. It's better there. It's better there.

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PULLING MY FACE IN AND OUT OF DISTORTION, I BLINK TOO MUCH

like a pill to solve the world
a world we make of boys and girls
I'll wait for you
I'll wait for

a mirror in three dimensions hung by a tight rope through a pulley wait for a
pink portal to a dark cocoon so I can sit and fuck around and waste all this
beautiful potential, cause I know I'm so hot I'm so hot hot
hotter than a cartoon japonesa with imaginary curves as fake as the world
for look up
through the blanket of ghosts
the moon is a pulley and IeeeIeeeI
hold the rope that animates your every move
it is a rope it is a face it is a breath it is a noose it is a

waiting for the black and white
to overcome me in the night
and I'll wait for you
waiting for the pouring rain
to rip the papier-mache skin off of your stupid balloon face
I'll pop that fuckin' lie if it don't float awayeeeyaay awayeeyaay
I'm in love with my balloon
smoothin' the texture and shapin' the curves for glass display
it's tied with string up to the moon
I'll look deep in my mirror's eyes, I'll kiss and consuuuuume
blanket of ghosts on a parade
but I can't see shit with all these balloons floatin' like netted
fish in a sea of sky and
rain turns depleted soil to clay
that we may feast on clay corn and clay rice and I'm
ready to laugh or cry (hhhhhhuu)
I'm such a silly guy (hhhhhhuu)
painting ghost clouds on her face
wahoooeeeoooaah, whoahohohohohohohohoh
shaninifa shantifagadifa makitafa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa f a faf a
kashad and if ta shabita ckrapb
oohooh oohoohooh oohooh oohoohooh
sdlfkjbya
makitafa fa fa gnu fa fa kinni fa fa fa f a faf a
america kashad and if ta wassup shabita ckrapb