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NINE VOLT
For nothing in return unless you count collection
Choose for yourself one or none
Kick your way to the bottom, your criticisms unheard
Outside is the good side
For nothing in return unless you count contempt
Choose for yourself one or none
And now I need to be recharged – Bones are about to break
Sputtering, my face feels numb
So hook me up to a warm safe bed, pull the covers over my head
I’m never coming out
YOUR OWN ARTURO
Waking laughter I can hear, just gone off
Show the boat and benedryl It’s all in the world
I can’t climb to see the evil beast Charmed and charged, and sealed by police
April pinheads – all systems go
all out of your own arturo – Shown out the back door
bride excited inside my being – True blood striding down the streets
I’m staring at foreign island and I love life Mister, still
Shuffled off in wars – for govern hill
We don’t want that day job now – but we’ve got it as we ever will
KAROSHI
The sordid thuth is, I don’t want to be here.
I can’t put it simpler, IDWTBH
Don’t call me lazy because IDWTBH
Don’t forget what they taught you in grade school – Can’t pound a square peg into a round hole
Don’t forget what they taught you in grade school – Can’t pound a square peg
when’s the next holiday, IDWTBH
Wine & Dine and try to show up – Whine & Drool & Cry and spit up
Check your watch it’s time to grow up – Check your hairs before they split up
Am I some kind of genius when IDWTBH
Am i at war with the world when IDWTBH
Or was it declared on me when IDWTBH
Might as well hang yourself with the tie you wear – If you don’t get away at some point next year
Might as well hang yourself with the tie you wear – If you don’t get away
When I do retire IDWTBH
Wine & Dine and try to show up – Whine & Drool & Cry and spit up
Check your watch it’s time to grow up
Check your hairs before they split up
CUPCAKE JONES
A little kid with life stress – or a pig with sunglasses
With goggles hideously caked – I see bacon ass 1/2 baked
WORLD WORLDS – COPENHAVARIAN WORLDS
O’ great Jones of cups and cakes – an affront to the man-apes
Both brains thinking, calculating – compelled to avoid the situation
WORLD WORLDS – COPENHAVARIAN WORLDS
TOURNIQUET
A leaden white hot day or molten tar and liquid metal
It’s fairly safe to say that there is a hole in the sky the size if the beltway
On summer searing days there’s no worse fate than sifting through papers for the needle in the hay
Stacked end to end they could cover the beltway
Turn it off Turn it off Turn it off – Cutting off my circulation
Rising by degress higher now by any measure
Setting off alarms reaching up to smash the records
Steaming off the streets in crooked lines and cracked up concrete
Tight enought to burst, hot enough to grind the rails down
In the crush of hours I need a moments rest, a short reprieve
To focus upward scan the skies and rub my eyes in disbelief
X’s FOR I’s
Instrumental
HUMAN LIE DETECTOR
They invented – the horizon line
It was all over – drawing lines
In the house with the extra side, 20 men in the foundation
Founding fathers – still alive
Waiting to pay for the men inside
In the house with the extra side
They invented the – vanishing point
Vikings painted – in 3 dimensions
In the house with the extra side
In the city – of mirrored spires
A mason hand – building Carr’s human lie detector
SHOWROOM
His throne on Lexus – the yuppies under Mount Olympus
The patter of styro snow – the showroom clean and bright below
I’m accusing him
I see it – it’s a statue
He built it – out of styrofoam
I see it – it’s the santa
It looms – above the Lexus
Listen to the noises – Knocks and scrapes, I’ll fall asleep
I listened on the night before – No hooves, just silence
I’m accusing him
I see him – it’s the Santa
He should be – out on my roof
I see him – on that Lexus
Arms outstretched – beckoning
SHORT TERM
Walk in – through the magnetic field
What gain do we see in the short term?
Vex me – with trees
When the hum – is so loud
Junk – bound boxes
Hid – in the basement
Grey shirt – what gains
for the people – in the grey shirts
The hum – it hurts
Behind our eyes – our eyes
Monday – it’s sent out
I’m still – in the daydream
Sleeping – too many hours
It gives me – a bad feeling
Arrive – with no crash
What’s our gain – in the short term
Nevermind – the reaction
What’s our gain – our gain?
PSYCHIC POWER CONTROL
There are more things in people’s minds
Than are dreamt of in all their sciences
More dynamics to increase your mind
A steel shutter memory
At last I can unleash the silent area
Sleeping underneath my pyramid
Command your mind – psychic power control
Increase the drive of your power command
Time spent uncrumpling paper
A reciept or a phone number
Expectation or a lighter color
a more dynamic memory