I woke up today, and I now see what a mistake that was
It’s all reruns anyway and the world has lost its kid gloves
“You’ve got a car, you’ve got a job”
But one is caked in salt
and the other one’s running off

Get out of the goddamn house
There’s only ghosts and platinum strands of hair in there
Get on a goddamn diet you beautiful, sweet, sapling pig, and dessert don’t you dare
That novel’s never going to be completed
Not before you are, anyway
Did you ever get the feeling that you’ve been cheated?
Out out, damn Johnny Rotten, and take the fake outrage with ya

You’re a star
How many dancing on the head of a pin?
Euro star
Cut the figure of a mannequin

Well, well, well, what do we have here?
A couple of steamed up kids playing tonsil hockey
They couldn’t wait and left their food on the table
you’ve never seen so much wasted teriyaki
Nobody’s coming to save you
so you best not even try it
Nobody’s coming to save you
and the cavalry’s all gone quiet

Now the big guy thinks he’s Mark E. Smith
But someone has to be, damnit
Sometimes he sings after he talks
This guy really runs the gamut

Nearer Morons

Delaware got fingers 
Wrapped around my home
Delaware got fingers 
Wrapped around my soul

I’d surely like to leave her
But some things I can’t control
 
Did’ja eat yet?

I’ll get a place down the shore
A cozy little place down the shore
I’ll get a place down the shore
A god forsaken place down the shore

Bluez

Don’t you people know out there
there’s nothing to laugh about?
Your carbon’s going to run out
Your carbon’s been running out

You never need to apologize
and you need a good milk punch stout
It’s better than the name makes out
Look at these fucks making out

I’d like to be gone but I’m not that dead yet

This is the dark underbelly of love
Come on, come on, keep your fists up
This is the dark underbelly of love
Come out, come out, to the gin club

See the sunlight when it comes
and soak it up like a sponge
Be one with the muskellunge
What the hell’s a muskellunge?

Take my hand and we’ll outrun
your stalker waiting by the door
Welcome to the whirlwind tour
You’re a good orderer

You are so strong and you’re not that dead yet

Janessa Says

HAL doesn’t like me
Ask me how I know
HAL doesn’t like me
I heard it from so and so 

Oh how it ends, oh did it begin?
Oh how it ends, did we begin?
Oh how it ends, oh did it begin?
Oh how it ends, we did it again

On and on we’re keeping the pace and
There’s no Alamo in the basement

Shut the fuck up, Donnie
Boy, the cockatrice is coming
And the ethos that you’re summing
Pander’s plainly to the dummies
Who consider themselves lucky
Holding bags of dirty undies
Checking Toynbee tiles and chans 
For the Jesus second coming
But the oak is only ash
With a stank like fresh adobe
That the Dark Prince wouldn’t piss on
Cause your uncle pootie’s showing

Look out the window, Larry
You’re entering a world of pain
Look out the window, Larry
Mark an 8 on that frame

Cockatrice

Once we queued in Gotham
The truth obscured with tape
(I am the god of fuck)
Beneath a mushroom cap you grinned
With glistening eyes like jade

And then again in riots
You the harlequin upstaged
I swore to write you letters
Addressed to Job’s first page

Naked we come
And naked we return 
What is given
What is taken
Then the offerings will burn

(Press play at three roars
And open up the doors
There’s honey in the cake
And the stars are rearranged
An absence of faith
In apples and trees
Lips and hearts fail
I too to no avail)

(It can’t rain all the time, can it?)

Cake

You’ve got a direct line to your god
I’m doing therapy in your trailer
Black leather couch
Chatting in the pop out
Quick let’s write this down
Go get Norman Mailer

Smoldering anthropocene
You’ve got the prettiest daughter
that I’ve ever seen
Time to seal the deal
bartering for each meal
You didn’t get the appeal
but who does anymore?

They’re cleaning out the bits of me
I left behind in Micanopy
They’re cleaning out the bitter me
I left behind in Micanopy

Cut, cut, paste
It’s the thrill of the chase
Papier-mâché
over the mess you made

Papier-mâché

Life is wonderful, life is great
Life is awesome, can I fuck your face?
Life is wonderful, life is great
Life is awesome, will you fuck my face?

Wonderful

Well I’m drunk once again
out walking the dog
Any headlight could be yours
cutting through the fog

Everyone has your name
Everyone drives your Civic
You’re everywhere, all the time
in the works they call “fictive”

There we are on the second, second floor
of the glistening, glistening department store
bad man Santa and lights galore
On the second floor of the department store

Will there be flowers?
Will there be flowers again?
Is Frankie singing?
Will it be Frankie or Damon?

I've turned every mountain into a meal
I say, I say, I say it’s too complicated
I’ve turned every mountain into a meal
I hope you'll sit me down and say
“Shut up and deal.”

I've turned every mole hill into a meal
I say, I say, I say it’s extraordinary
I’ve turned every mole hill into a meal
I hope you'll get out the cards and say
“Shut up and deal.”

Maybe I won’t fall if I don’t look down

Shut Up and Deal

Playing chase throughout the house
You’re always the cat
You’re never the mouse
You’re never the mouse

The tortoise and the hare simmer in the stew
No matter what you do it will happen to you
It will happen to you

I was seen
But never again

(I’ve been bent and contorted
in all the ways I knew
Just to become something 
that’s suitable to you)
You’re here one day
and now you’re there
“Take a breath, just breathe”
But what the fuck is a-  
what the fuck is air? 
What the fuck is air?

I was seen seven minutes ago
I was seen five hours ago
I was seen, I was seen, but don’t you know?
Seeing and believing are not equal

The tortoise and the hare simmer in the stew
No matter what you do it’s coming for you

I was seen one nighttime ago
I was seen a lifetime ago
I was seen, I was seen, but don’t you know?
Seeing and believing are not equal

I’ve been bent and contorted
in all the ways I knew
Just to become something 
that’s suitable to you

I was seen, uh, some time ago
I was seen a long time ago
I was seen, I was seen, but don’t you know?
Seeing and believing must be equal

Vacuous Agon

Slam dancing in the funeral suit, alright
And it’s just another lonely night
Just another sore, sweaty sight

Praying that I’ll catch a stray, alright
But it’s not my lucky night
It’s never my lucky night

It’s always there, it’s always there
When you’re gone too long
What are you saying?
It’s always there, it’s always there
Though you’re gone too long
What are we saying?

Lucy, Kali, 
Discord, Molly
Take me please
I plead
You awe me
Bring me
To my knees
I’m falling
Slack jawed
Struck
Dumb 
All because  
The darkness 
Fog lit 
Strobes
Around me
Surrounds
Confounds
Think I’m drowning 
Thrumming bass
Her face
Exquisite
Swaying hips
Thighs laced
In fishnet 
Smokey sweet
From clove
Her lips get
Ever closer
I am weak
Yes
I am order
I am broken
Save this fool
From his destruction 

Breaking down in the washing room, alright
Run a tap to hide the cries
The water mixes in the tides

Run, Mariah’s singing, goodnight
But I’ll never catch that flight
Gonna hear her ass all night

Maybe I’m going off of nothing
There’s a hold on me

No Contact

I don’t want to be here 
Oh don’t be sore
I don’t want to be anywhere anymore

Sex, sex doesn’t sell in a simulacrum of hell
No one can hear your yells
You wanted an orchard
But you want the one you thought
instead of the one you got - whatcha got, babe?

Every day is lower than the last
Another shiny something that I can’t get past

Just have had enough

They’re having a New Year again
For why?  I couldn’t say
I’m melatonin dreaming
on such a winter’s day
If John Grisham never writes about me
how will anyone’s grandmother know who I was?

Jazz Robin Hydration Hunch

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