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Year Of The Woman

Night Blindness

Take Me

I'm Sorry

Mouth To Mouth

Lucia

Laurel

Skeletons

Sacrifice

The Good Night

Have You Eve Worked With Anything Hi-Tek?

Incubator

Boomerang

Nothing

Enemy

Year Of The Woman

don't deserve the flowers you're sent.
their scent can't conceal the odor of woman.
don't deserve a pedestal.
can't reach the height of salvation
from your manipulation.
hide like your genitalia; inside.
now, what's this new butch mask you wear?
where have you been a million years?
it's too queer.
still can't be seen without your face on,
but the pendulum has swung.
i am scared and so alone.
tired of being strong.
want my lover. c'mon.
all your traits great went the way
of your dead mothers. so-long.
i am scared and so alone.
curse this being strong.
want my lover. c'mon.
i am scared and so a lone.
not scared of not being strong.
want my lover. c'mon.
all your gifts have gone.
the pendulum has swung.

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Night Blindness

i'm going to stay out all night,
and i don't want to hear a word from you.
i'm going to stay out all night,
and i don't want to hear a word from you.
sometimes, don't you want to not be you?
and i'm not going home.
sun-rays are a cage, and i could
never live-up to the rules. i finally
found some friends who can fly
too; and we're not flying home.
if you'd rather be like them,
if you'd rather have a sense
that's common, you can be like
them and got suspicious.
{so, it's 11:30 p.m. i should be
winding down. i should be
pulling the sheets down.}
go to bed!
but, {if i go to sleep,
it means i have to get up.}
another day is gone.
that's why it's gonna stop right here.
time is going to stop right now.
i'm diving into the dark,
and i'm covering-up in the sound.
it’s so dark-loud i can't hear-see
all my bad memories.
morning may never come. immortality.
if you'd rather be like them,
if you'd rather have a sense
that's common, you can be like
them and got suspicious.
you can be like them.
you can be like them all day long.
you can be like them and get
night blindness.
i’m not going home.
i’m not going home.
i’m not going.

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Take Me

take me. take my hand.
place in your pants.
now turn me 'round.
bend and pound,
he was all that i adore.
all my senses hit record.
since he's gone, it's all a dance.
take me. take my time.
legs intertwined, i'm grinding
time out of mind.
he was all that i adore.
all my senses hit record.
since he's gone, it's all a dance.
all my senses hit record.
since he's gone, it's all a dance.

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I'm Sorry

try and i try and i try but
i can't fight my demons down.
unclad you'll he gagged and he glad
just be glad i don't have a gun.
not quite like the other girls.
can’t resist feel the bliss can't
stop this it's a kick mass murder.
i say, "i'm sorry." boo-hoo.
you say, "yes, you are.” hee-hee.
"i'm sorry." boo-hoo.
"yes, you are.” hee-hee.
well, shut-up, you, or
i will give you something to laugh about.
i will give you something to cry about
here it comes it's too calm
better run here it comes you'll got hurt.
butterflies dragonflies fireflies
bum inside turn into words.
just when life was smooth as milk.
churning and turning and gurgling and
curdling i must vomit.
"i'm sorry." boo-hoo.
you say, "yes, you are.” hee-hee.
"i'm sorry." boo-hoo.
"yes, you are.” hee-hee.
shut-up, you, or
i will give you something to laugh about.
i will give you something to cry about

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Mouth To Mouth

in the benign beginning,
she was null and void (without shape),
translucent i like the landscape.
so, you can't blame him for
spitting on a pile of dust,
earth-toned that she was.
and the smite was a warm
blanket, warm and moist.
ideal for germs and she was
covered in her cradle;
a petri dish of saliva,
dust, and disgust.
it was her first crush.
the taste was robust. take the red.
mix with white, quicken with the
spark of hate (or life).
and now she needs it.
she can fly like an f-15.
and now she wants it.
your hate’s the typhoon beneath her wings.
what a shock! it's a shock! i'm in shock!
so, when you called her “weirdo”,
it set the motion in her blood flow.
and with your gust of laughter,
it filled her lungs much like the act of
"mouth to mouth", but, maybe,
more south; filling her in-and-out.
throw a punch, feels i like love,
fuels her like an isometric lunch.
and now she needs it.
she can fly like an f-15.
and now she wants it.
your hate’s the typhoon beneath her wings.
what a shock! it's a shock! i'm in shock!
while she's fed tacks and daggers,
you're soft with caviar.
and now, she's nuclear.
how will you act when it's back
at ton fold?
and now she needs it.
she can fly like an f-15.
and now she wants it.
your hate’s the typhoon beneath her…
and now she needs it.
she can fly like an f-15.
and now she wants it.
your hate’s the typhoon beneath her wings.
what a shock! it's a shock! i'm in shock!
she never runs. she never hides.
she says she can quit
anytime. anytime. anytime.
anytime. anytime. mmmmm.

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Lucia

anytime… anytime… anytime…
really living…

you made a mistake again.
you can never win, and they're
okay with doing fine.

you want to scream and shout.
i want to sit about, and talk
their shit or get a movie.

break free,

i have been sent here to talk
some sense in you.
why do you stay here?
they call you strange
and too emotional.

anytime you wanna go,
anytime you wanna leave,
anytime you wanna feel
really living call me.

when they're not ignoring you
they're bitter 'cause you do,
and all they like to do is watch.

children, lovers, and artists.
you have to leave st. louis.
it'll take your life
'cause it has none, so run.

i have been sent here
to give you answers.
so, take this pill, dear.
you’re talking strange.
you’re too emotional.

anytime you wanna go,
anytime you wanna leave,
anytime you wanna feel
really living…

anytime you wanna go,
anytime you wanna leave,
anytime you wanna feel
really living call me.

lucia, lucia, lucia, lucia…

it’s on the floor, it’s on your hands
it’s in your mouth, it’s in your nose,
swallow, now, now, now.

i made a mistake again.

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Laurel

i ran through jungles to warn you.
at times, i thought i'd not get through.
most times i felt i fought alone,
but in no time they’d come along
with mystical chants and ritual dance;
those mimicking, posturing primates.

laurel, buy some ear muffs,
laurel, and some ear plugs.
laurel, live in a sound proof booth.
laurel, lock-out their words from you.

manicked hair, lacking care,
but when you sing
it's all they can't see

i hid, in shock at all they said.
i thought those times were gone and dead.
they spoke of changing what you wear.
don't they know you float on air?

they pummel their drums
and dig in the dirt.
next year they'll be
hawking the next shirt.

laurel, buy some ear muffs,
laurel, and some ear plugs.
laurel, live in a sound proof booth.
laurel, lock-out their words from you.

biker boots, giggling goose,
but to hear you sing
is galaxies unseen.

i ran through jungles to warn you.

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Skeletons

We walk around,
pretend we don't see
the sickening joke
played out on we
have just a few years of juiced-plump skin
then it slides off;
back to the skeleton
back to the dust.
See the walking skeletons.

We're not the living.
We're the dying,
looking sicker everyday,
after the second decade.
Rotting on the vine is not glamourous,
but it will be contagious.
I'll spoil the home
if I've got to go
back to the bone.

First your face cracks. Then,
Your hair colour doesn't last.
You try to hide in fat
(That's just a skeleton gift-wrapped.)
You've got an arsenal of creams
fighting dehydrating.
If you think you can win
maybe you should squint;
Back to the skeleton.

I'm falling from the sky,
but on my way down
I'm grabbing all life.
I'm not going alone.
I'll burn the seas, and level some trees.
I'll take a species
Back to the ground.
Not going alone;
Back to the bone.

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Sacrifice

1, 2, 3, 4…

she's a punishing,
all encompassing mistress.
she takes at all your life and
settles for nothing less.
you can try to keep her as a toy,
but in the end you'll have to
make a choice.

{i have made a choice.}

i love music.
my mother is music.
my lover is music.
it’s been around for me
many years and now.

if i could do it again,
i'd offer my life on the alter,
and cut your head like a
sacrificial lamb.

she’ll take your first born
and make it your last.
you will toil hands in soil;
do what you're asked.
your shelter will be the roof of your mouth;
makes no difference the mind you've got.

i love music.
my mother is music.
my lover is music.
it’s been around for me
many years and now.
if i could do it again,

i'd offer my life on the alter,
and cut your head like a
sacrificial lamb.

i don’t mind my lot
sister, lady t. mother, judy g.
lover, polly jean.

i love music.
my mother is music.
my lover is music.
it’s been around for me
many years and now.
if i could do it again,

i'd offer my life on the alter,
and cut your head like a
sacrificial lamb.

i love music.
my mother is music.
my lover is music.
it’s been around for me
many years and now.
if i could do it again,

i'd offer my life on the alter,
and cut your head like a
sacrificial lamb.

she's a punishing,
all encompassing mistress.

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The Good Night

angels fly while demons sleep, but you can't blame the girl. the backs of her legs have drawn-on seams, but you can't blame the girl. she feeds on her knees, but you can't blame the girl. she says, "i love you” as a courtesy, but you can not blame, can not blame the girl, scheming lovelies. it's just the good, good night that's got her feelin', it's just the good, good night that's got her groovin', it's just the good night that's got her restless and wicked. restless and wicked. you gave up your vegan creed, but you can't blame the girl. from 8 a.m. until 5 you can bleed, but you can not blame the girl. you would never scream, but you can’t blame the girl. you would never hit the scene, but you can not blame, can not blame the girl, sweet enemies. it's just the good, good night that's got her feelin', it's just the good, good night that's got her groovin', it's just the… restless and wicked. restless and wicked. restless and wicked. restless and wicked.

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Have You Eve Worked With Anything Hi-Tek?

have you over worked with
anything hi-tek?

cave-man. animal;
hair on your ass,
dirt under your fingernails.
pull a tooth out,
look at it, fossil.

have you over worked with
anything hi-tek?
i did not think so.

have you ever worked with
anything lo-fi?
stick-figure.
colouring book outline
of a prehistoric machine
with a spaghetti-o brain,
that eats life for fuel
and eliminates it like hamburger.
so primitive. so out-dated.
look in the mirror.
you've got feathers in your teeth.

have you ever worked
with anything lo-fi?
of course you have.

have you ever worked with
anything hi-tek?
the queen machine,
world between my knees.
me, i'll always be the sky,
but you will die.
you really have to die.
you, mammal man, go have
a mammogram, woolly mammoth.
look at the monkey
sitting at the typewriter.

have you ever been anywhere
centrally located?
any place. conveniently and logically,
centrally located? no.
first you're over here,
but you want it over there,
but you can't go over there
because you were over here.
always drawing the line,
drawing the line.
always drawing the line
between colours.
always drawing the
line between money.
always drawing the line
between what you have.

have you ever been
anywhere centrally located?
obsessed with the breast and
obsessed with effects.

hi-tek, hi-tek, hi-tek,
hi-tek, hi-tek, hi-tek,
hi-tek, hi-tek, hi-tek,
hi-tek, hi-tek.

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Incubator

Guess you could say I’m not exactly maternal.
If something’s growing inside me…
I call it a tumor, baby.

Attached to my organs, like a tick or a tapeworm feeds,
courtesy should let me deflate the leech,
eech, eech.

I’ll stick in my thumb and pull out a plum
I’ll stick in my thumb and pull out my son.

Oh, can’t make me…
I’m not an incubator.
Oh, oh, oh, can’t catch me
to plant your seed.

There are men who will hunt me,
hypnotize me with love,
so I will show less resistance to their
life-stealing baby gun.

Sometimes it’s depressing,
it can get me down, to know my
reason for being is to be an
oven one day.

I’m not one, I will run
I’m not one, I’m no fun.

Oh, can’t make me…
I’m not an incubator.
Oh, oh, oh, can’t catch me
to plant your seed.
Oh, can’t make me…
I’m not a baby maker.
Oh, can’t catch me
to plant your seed.

I need every little drop of life
if I’ve got to live this life.
I can’t spare a drop of life.
I need it to live this life.

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Boomerang

ever. always. ever. always.
ever. always. ever. always.

i thought you'd be like the rest,
but, no.
thoughts of you impale my head.

boomerang. boom,
boomerang. not a play-thing,
boom, boomerang.

ever. always. ever. always.
ever. always. ever. always.

i thought i could toss you out,
but, no.
you come back and whack my throat.

boomerang, boom,
boomerang. not a game,
boom, boomerang.

breasticles

Hey, what did you do for your money?
I know you've got breasticles.
And now you're mid to late twenties
and got your cataracts off.

Always wore the fantasy,
"you can be what you want to be",
but dreams are won like lotteries;
rarely.

But, yeah, nobody loves you like I do.
I'll set you free, free, free, free.
You know the way I am.

Yeah, nobody hurts you like I do.
I'll make you free, free, free, free.
You know the way I am.

Hey, what won't you do for the money?
Show me your breasticles.
America's not happy
eating all the cake it wants.

Everyone's on anti-downs,
but our poor are fat and round.
I know we are the world-wide clowns
with frowns.

But, yeah, nobody does you like I do.
I'll set you free, free, free, free.
You know the way I am.

Yeah, nobody kills it like I do.
I'll make you free, free, free, free.
You know the way I am.

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Nothing

you're a private boy. house guests are not enjoyed. but, you feel good with me; said i could have a key. you showed me your locks. you showed me dundalk. you showed me your loss. you showed me the bridge it takes to cross. it means nothing to me. it means nothing to me. your friends told me, last night, they can't believe their eyes. you're usually mummified; with me, you climb, and dive, and come alive. it means nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it means nothing to me. you are into this, but i just want dick, dick. your discriminating mother says i am like a daughter. if she could have another there would be no other. it means nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it means nothing to me. you are into this, but i just want dick, dick. oh, it's long gone. you can see the hole in my chest (it's been a blood bath). transplanted soul; it's his neglected pet. he keeps it in his coin jar, at his bed side. denies it cries all the day, all the day long, all day long. you don't use your mouth, but with me you go down. we had a fetus once. i squished it like a bug: it meant nothing to me. it meant nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it means nothing!!!

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Enemy

calling all strength of my ancestors. calling all strength of my ancestors. calling all strength, calling all strength. this little indian is ashamed. she never know her name; apache. apache, apache, apache. this little indian has been lost. she never know her cost; apache, apache, apache. many dead indians. fight with stones and prayers, the enemy. stand on bones against thieves, the enemy. when this little indian's feeling tired, she thinks about her blood-fire; apache, apache, apache, apache. when this little indian's getting weak, i remember i can do anything; i'm apache, apache, apache. many dead indians. fight with stones and prayers, the enemy. stand on bones against thieves, the enemy. kill or be killed… liberty, the enemy. starve or freeze, be free, the enemy. calling all strength of my ancestors. calling all strength of my ancestors. calling all strength, calling all strength. calling all strength of my ancestors. this little indian. this little indian. one little indian, two little indians, three i little indians, many dead indians… (martine, perico, chihuahua, kaetennae, cochise, naches, toos day zay, geronimo, alchesay, sanchez, taza, eskiminzin, victorio, chato, tzoe, mangas colorados, benito, nosey, zele, loco)

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