Summer Babe
Ice baby,
I saw your girlfriend and she was
eating her fingers like they're just another meal
but she waits there
in the levee washes
mixin' cocktails with a plastic-tipped cigar
My eyes stick to all the shiny roses
you wear on the protein delta strip
in an abandoned house but i will wait there
i'll be waiting forever...
i'll wait and wait and wait...
Minerals, ice deposits daily, dropped off
the first shiny robe
i've got a lot of things i want to sell, but
not here, babe-- tortuuurreeee...
every time i sit around i find i'm shot
every time i sit around i find i'm shot
every time i turn around i find i'm shot
every time i sit around i find i'm shot
every time every time...
you're my... summer babe
summer babe
Trigger Cut
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 it i'll be comin' back today
(i've got a message for you)
i'll be comin' back today
(i keep it in my hand)
you know i'm comin' back one day
(i've got a sister or two)
and i'll be comin' 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've got a message for you)
i'll be coming back today
(i keep it in my hand)
you just look at me and say
(i've got a sister or two)
you know i wish you went away
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
'til it looks just right today
(i've got a message for you)
and i'll be comin' back back my way
(i keep it in my hand)
you will look at me and say
(i've got a sister or two)
you just wish i went away
Fragment of Wounded Kite
No Life Singed Her
take me down from the ridge where the summer
ends
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 [3x]
(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 picture of you, i cut your angel in two
i saw her spinning and dripping on your new dress
no life has singed her now [3x]
(i can see it fade)
In the Mouth of a
Desert
can you treat it like an oil well
when it's underground, 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
i'll watch some yards of twine unravel
and you'll never get it back
it's what i want (it's what i want)
it's what i want (twine comes down)
it's what i want (it's what i want)
don't you know, i could make you try
make you try [3x]
i've been crowned the king of it, and it is all we have
so wait to hear my words and they're diamond sharp
i can open it up and it's up and down
it's what i want (it's what i want)
i see your bag like a little dog [?](ball of twine)
don't you know that it's what i want (it's what i want)
i'll see your bag and it makes you try
makes you try [3x]
i've been down, the king of it, is all we have
i've been down and i could wait to hear the words
they're diamond sharp today
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
'cause that kind of strength i just don't have
if you watch the light change
don't hold them hanging
you think it's easy, but you're wrong
i am 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 mistakes no one can trace
to the fountain where we sold it
and held them hanging
you think it's easy, but you're wrong
i am not one-half of the problem
zurich is stained and it's not my fault
just hold me back or let me run
you think it's easy, but you're wrong
i am not one-half of the problem
zurich is stained and it's not my fault
just hold me back or let me run
Chesley's
Little Wrists
[Instrumental]
Loretta's Scars
how can i [3x]
make my body shed for you?
how can i [3x]
make my body shed around your
metal scars
loretta's scars [3x]
from now on i can see the sun
makes me nervous, makes me run
from now on i can see the sun
makes me nervous, makes me run
how can i [3x]
make my body shed for you?
how can i [3x]
make my body shed around your
metal scars
loretta's scars [3x]
from now on i can see the sun
makes me nervous, makes me run
from now on i can see the sun
makes me nervous, makes me run
from now on i can see the sun
i can see the sun etc.
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 your forehead
where the mist's for hire if it's just too clear
let's spend our last quarterstance randomly
go down to the outlet once again
painted portraits of minions & 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 they're 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 spanish candles unsold
away have gone 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
last time last time
was the best time
Two States
two states!
we want two states
north and south
two, two states
40 Million Daggers! [x4]
two states!
we want two states
there's no culture
there's no spies
40 million daggers! [x4]
Perfume-V
fun for an hour til 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 and it makes me feel ok (i don't
feel ok) [x2]
grip-force the vials and strip the locks
smash the set & slash the beds
and when it looks life a wife's ex-plot
we'll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume
she's got the radio active and it makes me feel ok (i don't
feel ok)[repeat]
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 pike's dull spurs, like a
pastor's flock (of sheep)
Fame Throwa
fame throwa pass out the gold,
the diamon 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 sickened wars [x2]
he's one of our nation's spies
he's one of our first recruits
i click with her leather thighs
he's one of our first recruits
how can you know?
in the distance lies a grower,
née Rudolph, king fame throwa,
son of groupie, bed-worn sexan
spent his cash convincing us
that the desert was a starscape
took our lives for satellites so we could cry:
naked, naked, foul.
he's one of our nation's spies
he's one of our first recruits
i click with her leather thighs
he's one of our first recruits
Jackals, False Grails:
The Lonesome Era
i've got one holy life to live
i've got one holy life to give
i've got one holy life to live
i've got one holy life to give
[repeat]
Our Singer
i've been waitin'
anticipatin'
sun comes up
the skies won't sink my soul
i've dreamt of this, but it never comes, but it never comes
the risin!
nature's cry-- fo!
i've been dreamin'
spaced out but dreamin'
sun comes up
blisters burn my soul
i'm dreamin' of somethin' now
of somethin' now
the risin'!
the nature's cry
and all they really want
