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Princess Perverted
04:18
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All hands wrap up around me
There’s nothing you wouldn’t do
Stand down snap up your stockings
They’re perfectly evil on you
Trust me you really won’t mind the pain
Cut me pin up your picture the one of you bent cross my knee
Strike me sunup come early untie you if I feel the need
Right now you really can’t feel the strain
So Cinderella you dirty girl
Come make your little boy smile
And pulled between your bedposts I think you won’t mind the pain
You ask you beg you’re pleading to give me all your love allows
The princess Perverted now
So Cinderella you dirty girl
Come make your little boy smile
And pulled between your bedposts I think you won’t mind the pain
All hands slap up aside you your prince that you knew had to be a spent-trash, sick motherfucker like me
From this day you’ll never quite seem the same
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2. |
BKWRDS
03:32
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3. |
Soft Machine
03:53
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Pull down your man
Another brown one
Your caramel-colored dream
You paint the town obscene in your soft machine
your wide brim, your gun
Shot down your girl
Your pretty white one
Your temporary queen
Inaccurate, it seem, in a William Tell routine
A mistake. Or not.
Here lies the memory of junk and accidental genius astounds me someone told William he could fly
Draw Back your shade
To find the four winds covet your time
All along you’re seen as a brave machine
A peasant a King
Goddam the day that saw it fit to borrow your life
A necessary scene for the man who lived between
a cold world and a dream
Here lies the memory of junk and accidental genius astounds me someone told William he could fly
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4. |
3 Trouble Deep
04:28
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Pound a pint to get yourself to sleep
Burrow down beneath your oily sheet
Dream a girl and she’s good enough to eat
One day you’ll wake and find yourself
3 trouble deep
Slow a body softens head to feet
Swollen heart that begs itself to beat
Curse the sun with words you can’t repeat
One day you’ll wake and find yourself
3 trouble deep
The medicine flows one more time
It’s the purest thing you do
Feed the tumor and you’ll feel fine
There’s nothing wrong with you
Soon the self is rendered obsolete
Orchestrate your chemical retreat
Bent, a body crumble to a heap
Now, begin to make your crime complete
A day without become a death-defying feat
One day you’ll wake and find yourself
3 trouble deep
The medicine flows one more time
It’s the purest thing you do
Feed the tumor and you’ll feel fine
There’s nothing wrong with you
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5. |
Raincoat
04:58
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How do you do?
And how can you not remember
filthy father to make you run?
December bring the weather to wet your tongue
Now, empty the space upon the wall
where it was hung
How do you do?
And how can you not provide
The information that she would know
Assume that your relation would take the blow
Now don’t leave it to imagination when you go
Your collar drawn to hide your face
And if you travel by moonglow, would anyone know
In moments you come upon my place
Your sanctuary is found
So on our way we go
You’ll sing the song for me you wrote
And wear that pretty raincoat
And somewhere along the way the rain become our lovesong
When they’re found we’ll be long gone
And where we go they won’t know
How do you do?
And how can you not remember
Little whimpers that they made
When through their throats, like butter, went your blade
Now smile as you hear their helpless heartbeats as they fade
How do you do?
It’s alright with me
Our collars drawn to hide our faces
And if we travel by moonglow, would anyone know
And into the crowd we take our places
Your liberation is found
So on our way we go
You’ll sing the song for me you wrote
And wear that pretty raincoat
And somewhere along the way
The rain become our lovesong
And when they’re found we’ll be long gone
And where we go they won’t know
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6. |
Born Again Fool
04:38
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Down the firewall way, none.
Come the second day, some.
All the townfolk say be in by 1:00
Where the preacher stay? Please?
Nevermind going to sleep
Weak song the head is wrong the fire fade
Does anyone know what I mean?
Shatter/grope me and it won’t be wrong
Born again fool
Count the desperate days, one.
Face the firewall pray, run
All the townfolk say it’s better than none
Where the Witchman stay? Please?
Nevermind going to sleep
Weak song the head is wrong the fire fade
Does anyone know what I mean?
Shatter/grope me and it won’t be wrong
Born again fool
A heated episode that nail me dead-to-rights
Won’t replace my epicurean delights.
My hands are tired but I feel alright
Born again fool
A heated episode that nail me dead-to-rights
Won’t replace my pharmaceutical delights.
My bones are tired but I feel alright
Yah yaba wow oh uh
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7. |
Last Novella
04:27
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Step away, now, from the window
Write it down
Saw the last leaf of November
Singed and sidewalk bound
Now you don’t feel sorry
You’re down
Down a drink, dear
To help your words flow
Your bottled bliss be found
Did it help clear your cloudy limbo
And tell your tale, profound
Now you don’t feel sorry
You’re down
Do what it take
Send them up and force them all feel
Pull your meaty words from the bone’s embrace
Enjoy the taste
A song to the sick is a hollow one
Though your prose is pure
Pearls before pigs won’t do
Step away, now, from the window
One by perfect one
Pull a page free
Smile and swallow
Your last novella’s done
Now you don’t feel sorry
You’ve won
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8. |
The Scene
04:56
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The Scene
Rise in my bed
In full fever sweat
Note the time address my dream
I’m flying low beneath the treeline
With feathered wings
In plain sight
And never seen
A pain in my head
A boy in my bed
Skin a milky shade of blue
I launch a full investigation
With grim results
A disturbing lack of pulse
My hands go numb
I can’t remember how the scene went down
A sharp shock of disbelief
And you’ll find me mystified, indeed
You’re only tied and bound
You should have run away,
All rise when you see my eyes
Black as coal, blood red
One shout and you could have saved
Your cinnamon skin
See that you never go
And get thrown by the wayside
It’s serious, indeed
That you wouldn’t slip
And get pulled by the riptide
Pulled
Take my escape or hide my mistake
I got a little something up my sleeve
A lovely garden grave
Bedraped by a floral veil
Constructed with fine detail
To save my life
I can’t remember how the scene went down
A sharp shock of disbelief
And you’ll find me
Mystified, indeed
You’re only tied and bound
You should have run away
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