Station (2.14, 3.12, JA)

4.27.14 Bleed (null bass)

4.27.14 Frostay (null Bass)

Pennsylvania don’t even know nothing.
Pennsylvania don’t even grow old.
I’m a penny boy, and you don’t know me;
all my shit is all my gold.

Yet I’m a moving
On to find my home.

Trompin’ on but trompin’ back!
“Oh ma gosh,” my feet are black. 
It’s something true, it’s something fact --
pennsylvania heart attack--

Yes, I’m ugly,
I’m a dirty marigold.

Pennsylvania must not care,
the city streets don’t feel like nothin’.
Powdered boots and springy air.
Baby bristles, always monkeys.

You kill people,
why not my marigold.

Trompin’ on but trompin’ back!
“Oh ma gosh,” my feet are black. 
It’s something true, it’s something fact
pennsylvania heart attack.

Yes, you’re ugly,
but I’m a dirty marigold.

Pennsylvania don’t even know nothing.
Pennsylvania don’t even grow old.
I’m a penny boy, and you don’t know me;
all my shit is all my gold.

Yet I’m a movin’ 
on to find my home.
-----------------------

Please, tell me many stories.
I have heard you’re kind of old.
At times I feel
I know something.
All your stories = 
all my gold!

But you kill people,
Why not my marigold?

Look around at where you are,
everyone’s a fucking star.
But oh my god I’m lazy,
images are crazy,
everyone’s a daisy
but my, my marigold.

Yeah you kill people.
Why not my marigold?
Yeah you kill flowers,
Why not my marigold
Yeah you kill people, 
now you can have my soul

Marigold (version 9.11.2014)

Mama
said make some friends.
I said, ”Mama,
I don’t have any friends.”
She said,
“Yeah man, cool man, you know, it’s alright man,
you can meet some more
at this party tonight.”
I said 
“Oh really,” 
and she said, 
“Okay, no.”
Well Mama, 
that’s why I love you so.
You keep me out there, 
but on the line,
and by the way,
your pies are way too sweet.

You know, she’s such a
pretty woman
that I’d love to give it to
if it weren’t for all those roses
prickin’ up that hair,
like she don’t care.
Yeah, I know that she’s gotta love somebody.
Standin up, 
she just is, 
and she could take me out with the flick of her thighs.

Paps man said,
“Don’t do that son.
They’ll think you’re gay.”
Well Paps man,
you know I, 
you know I  
like that way.
Keep the mystery 
in the history, 
and don’t 
let nobody know

I think she’s such a
pretty woman
that I’d love to give it to,
with Dandelions
swimmin’ in that hair, 
‘cause she don’t care 
and Yeah, I know that she’s gotta love me.
Standin’ out,
she just is,
and she could take me out with 
the flick of her eyes.

Out in the moat
she can’t float,
she can’t tote
all that darkness
in her heart.
Oh my baby, 
just give it a shot.

In this American park, 
it’s getting dark,
my baby,
try to shimmy,
my baby,
try to shine 
like you do for me,

‘Cause dyin’ within’s
better than
dyin’ without
my baby. 
Oh, my baby,
what you do to me…


In the field,
she just is
there standing,
and through my fingers
I can see 
most everything: 
the light of the setting sun,
and her gleam.
(riff played 3 times over this past verse)
In the field,
she just is,
there dancing 
with the birds and the dragonflies,
and bumblebees.
Holding up our hands 
is bringing me to my knees,
and I can see
the light of her soul 
is blindin’ me.
(riff played 4 times over this past verse)


Mama (9.11.2014 : 9.24.2014)

Morals to the World 
I’ve done nothin’ to make me feel good,
and I don't bother 
to look down the line.
Yeah I’ve done nothin’ to make me feel good,
and I don't care 
we're all just tryin' to lie.
I’ve done nothin’ to make me feel good,
and I don’t bother
to look down the line.
Yeah I just do nothin' to make me feel good, 
and I don’t care,
we’re all
just tryin’ to rhyme.

In this happy life,
all that we do  
just to stay alive,
is to seek something more than the truth, something new, somethin’, 
that baby, I thought was you.
In this messy life,
all that we do just to stay alive 
is to seek nothing more than the truth, somethin’ oo
somethin’ that baby I thought was you.
 
So you think, 
you wanna be me?
Well step in my feet,
and see where you go.
No.
Bobbing among
the will to live,
we’ll dig none o’ your fantasies.
Strong man diggin’
among his dead.
He’ll 
find no will to live.
We didn’t hear
jack shit you say,
but we pray every day that it 
never comes true.

Your morals, your morals
The fuckin' morals, you stick inside my world
Fuck your morals, 'n' kill ‘em out o' my world.

Finally,
rockin’ with my cock out
on the street;
run it over,
and find out what it means to be me and over--
not much. 
Man, exit stage left, man
and take what is left, man.

All that you want,
your morals, 
to the world.
A fuckin' horror,
the fuckin' rest of me.


Oh I’ve done nothin’ 
to make me feel good,
and I don't care, we're all
just tryin' ta die.
Yeah I’ve done nothin’ 
to make me feel good, 
and I don't bother,
'cause I've got time.
I get extorted.
I hate payin’
them assholes 
all of the time.
Yeah I jus’ hear nothin’
that makes me feel good,
but I don't care,
we’re all 
just tryin’ to die.

So you think
you wanna be me? 
Oh step in my feet,
and see where you go

Bobbin’ among the will to live,
he’ll dig none o’ your fantasies.
Yeah the strong man diggin’ among his dead,
he‘ll find no will to live.
We don’t hear jack shit you say,
but we pray every day that it never comes true.


Your morals,
all up in my world.
Your morals,
morals to the world.
Fuck your morals, 
get 'em outta my world

Finally,
rockin’ with my cock out
on the street.
Run it over,
and find out what it means to be me and over--
not much. 
Exit stage left, man, and
and take what is left.
All that you want,
your morals,
to the world:
the fuckin' horror
the fuckin' rest of me.

I’ve done nothin’
to get into this world, and now I've got
this blown out mind.
Yeah I’ve done nothin’ to make me feel good,
so I don’t notice  
to look down the line.
Yeah I just hear nothin’ 
that makes me feel good,
but I don’t bother
'cause I've got time. 
I just do nothin' that makes me feel good, 
and I don't care, we're all 
just tryin’ to die.


Morals (9.11.2014 : 9.24.2014

Polly
Polly wants a cracker
I think I should get off her first
I think she wants some water
To put out the blow torch

Is it me?
Have a seat. 
Let me clip
dirty wings.
Let me take a ride,
cut yourself.
Want some milk
Please myself.
-
Got some rope, 
that hasn’t torn.
I promise you,
I'll stay true.
Let me take a ride,
cut yourself.
Want some milk
Please myself.

Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like some food.
She asked me to untie her.
She’s been real nice for a few.

Is it me?
Have a seat. 
Let me clip
dirty wings.
Let me take a ride,
cut yourself.
Want some milk?
Please myself.
-
Got some rope,
‘’at never tore.
I promise you,
I 'll stay true.
Let me take a ride,
cut yourself.
Want some milk?
Please myself.

Polly says

Polly says her back hurts
She's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
Amazes me, the will of instinct.

Is it me?
Have a seat. 
Let me clip
dirty wings.
Let me take a ride,
cut yourself.
Want some milk?
Please myself.
-
Had some rope
that never tore.
Promise you,
I 'll stay true.
Let me take a ride,
cut yourself.
Want some milk?
Please myself.


Polly (9.11.2014 : 9.25.2014)

NUKE

Blowin’ out dust 
into the chief,
The bloody rag
‘s already overloaded
Blowin out dust
into the chief,
yeah the bloody rag
‘s always overloaded.

I’ll make you a bet;
there’s no atomic threat.
If only you would like
any of your winnings.
I’ll make you a bet; 
there’s no atomic threat.
If only I would know 
what
 to make of any winnings.

Blowin’ out dust
into the chief.
Our bloody rags
are always overloaded.

Lyin’ by the tracks
as if it was a beach: 
already beached, 
the sun’s all around me. 

Lying by where
a train might wanna be,
the trash bag surrounds but I
can still see my surroundings.


If you nuke a town
that doesn't have no lights,
has it darkeneed 
compared to the night before?

Nuke (live @ SLG Art Boutiki)

Wallay
Wallay’s on E,
yeah,
flying down a hill
of new thangs 
usin’ those legs.
But she’s a bomb
not usin’ that head, 
treated like an egg, 
splattered.
Diving in the deep end,
deep end shallow.
Now folks,
this will be all.
Diving through the walls, 
and lookin’ out 
for how she’s feeling,
right about now 
in a hot summer
that will be all.

Wallay

Stayin’ up
four seconds
from goin’ off 
to livin’ on the edge.
Sad and sad,
is there a limit?
It’s not quite pain, is it?
See me breakin’,
through the dream.
Breathin’ only for the weak,
Wear hymself down,
with no sleep.
Gone for hours
looking for sleep.

Wallay

Breathing black 
at the bottom of the pool.
Can’t react, 
forgotten what is cruel.
All the leaves 
on the tree don’t know…
...what it means to let go. 

Wallay ~~~ (live @ SLG)

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