KRISTEENYOUNG

Meet Miss Young And Her All Boy Band

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Programme X

Fishnet

Marley's Ghost

The Sweetest Freedom

Cherry

(Don't Go) Back to School

Yummy

Friend or Faux

P.E.9.14.

Corpulent & Indolent

Now You Can Not Live

The Human Kind

papoose face,
girl-goofy ways,
8 shaped;
technically sound, you'd think, for lying down.
quick, while you talk shop, i can't talk stop.
clenched hands,
introverted stance,
tense laugh;
inappropriately loud and mechanical.
hint! if you would knife-slice my sternum open
you'd squint from the sheen of machinery chromium.
no crimson.
you don't know what you are dealing with;
you think that i am just how i look,
but you are stupidly mistaken.
unsure,
blunt awkward words,
young eyes
looking at you like they've never seen before.
hit! 'cause even when you see the bodies behind me...
(submit!) you don't believe it could be me hunting
you don't know what you are dealing with;
you think that i am just how i look,
but you are stupidly mistaken.
you don't know what you are dealing with;
you don't know what you are dealing with;
you don't know what you are,
but you are fatally mistaken.

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Programme X

i've been programmed to behave like an average
american girl.
i've been programmed to behave like a generational victim.
i've been programmed to behave.
i've been programmed to behave;
and i learned it all from small wonder.
repeat after me,
while you are getting sleepy.
you will obey
the guidelines of your age.
when you are 20, you will act 20.
when you are 40, well, good-bye.
i've been programmed to behave. i've been programmed
to behave. i've been programmed to behave.
do you read me?
are your circuits free?
we design your mood
to fit your demographic group.
if you are 20, you must be lazy.
if you are 40, well money-mine.
i've been programmed to behave.
i've been programmed to behave.
no, i will not listen to you.
you clutter and clatter, so i just cover and clamor,
"i-i-i'm anything."
i will not listen to you.
you clutter and clatter, so i just cover and clamor,
"i-i-i'm anything."
testing 1-2-3.
clear the line for me.
don't go out your door;
it's a barometric war.
when it is 20, it's the antarctic.
when it is 40 there's worse to come.
i've been programmed to behave.
i've been programmed to behave.
no, i will not listen to you.
you clutter and clatter, so i just cover and clamor,
"i-i-i'm anything."
i will not listen to you.
you clutter and clatter, so i just cover and clamor,
"i-i-i'm anything."
i will not listen to you.
you clutter and clatter, so i just cover and clamor,
"i-i-i'm anything."
"i'm anything."
"i'm anything."
i've been programmed to behave like an average
american girl.
i've been programmed to behave like a generational victim.
i've been programmed to behave.
i've been programmed to behave.

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Fishnet

There I am in his car. The radio's on.
"I didn't mean to turn you on" is on.
The one with the girl singer.
He tore open my fishnet stockings. I didn't know what I
Was doing.
I was a child in some fishnet stockings, but I think I
Knew what I was doing.
Somebody forgive me. I didn't know what I was wearing.
He had me caught in fishnet stockings, but I think I
Knew what I was wearing.
There I am in his house. His wife's downstairs,
But I want to be anything he wants me to be.
I'm fucking stupid.
He tore open my fishnet stockings. I didn't know what I
Was doing.
I was a child in some fishnet stockings, but I think I
Knew what I was doing.
Somebody forgive me. I didn't know what I was wearing.
He had me caught in fishnet stockings, but I think I
Knew what I was wearing.

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Marley's Ghost

These are the chains I forged in my life-on my on time.
AAHH.
These are the sounds of grief and regret-never forgetting.
AAHH. AAHH
Now my chains are 30 feet long.
Now my chains are 40 feet long.
Now my chains are 50 feet.
These are the depths I've sunk from my weight-
Navigating my intake.
AAHH. AAHH.
You can find me 30 fathoms down.
You can find me 40 fathoms down.
You can find me 50 fathoms.
Watch me as I take this scarf from around my head.
AAHH.
These are the moments I misused- precious and
Bruised, baby.
AAHH. AAHH.
With this link I denied you more than 3 times.
With this link I betrayed you with more than a kiss.
With this link I thee wed.
Hear me as I untie the scarf that retains my jaw.
AAHH.
These are the chains I forged in my life.
These are the chains I forged in my life.
These are the chains.

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The Sweetest Freedom

I know it's time to say "good-night."
I have no fear of turning out the light
So I can taste the sweetest freedom. Doo-doo-doo...
And I don't hear you anymore,
And I don't feel it anymore.
And you have no say anymore. Doo-doo-doo.
Doo-doo-doo.
My day has not gone my way.
It's gone a lot of other people's way.
Now I can taste the sweetest freedom. Doo-doo-doo...
And I don't hear you anymore,
And I don't feel it anymore.
And you have no say anymore. Doo-doo-doo.
Doo-doo-doo.
I'm going to eat a bowl of freedom. Doo-doo-doo...
And I don't hear you anymore,
And I don't feel it anymore.
And you have no say anymore. Doo-doo-doo.
Doo-doo-doo.
Now I can taste the sweetest freedom. Doo-doo-doo...

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Cherry

come, up close, see the new girl. she's going to cause
quite a stir.
(a) milky smooth, juicy ripe fruit, she squishy talks
when she walks.
dance, cherry, dance. the world is in your hand.
come too close, see our best girl. she's going to
change your whole world;
won't want to keep your hands off, won't want it to ever stop.
c'mon now, show what you've got. money makes cherry so hot,
makes cherry keep coming back. she's with you- no
questions asked.
some girls drink, so they don't think,
but cherry dreams of evil things-
a poison wish applied to her lips.
"sweet cherry lips- get your kicks with a kiss.
cherry flavored licks- just one taste is a trip." cherry.
not too close, there are other girls, bet cherry can
bump and can twril.
she's going to push your head down. she'll let you
taste where you're from.
('cause) when she's too tired to perform, but she
wants to be kept on,
we've got a place, cherry knows, girls with seniority go.
some girls shoot, unless they toot,
but cherry dreams of lovely things
like fatal lipstick that you can kiss.
"sweet cherry lips- get your kicks with a kiss.
cherry flavored licks- just one taste is a trip." cherry.

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(Don't Go) Back to School

When you walked in I barely knew it was you.
Your neon shades paled by the beige haze of school.
In your head the same subjects as everyone else.
It’s ok. It’s what you’re supposed to think about.

You don’t have to go back.
There are other courses of attack.
It’s hard to think of something new,
But, rebel, rebel, don’t go back to school.

Remember when we drove through the night from Columbia,
Screaming Dead Kennedys’ songs at the top of our lungs…
Or when you said you turned your eyes to green,
And all you had to do was say it and believe?

Save yourself while you still can.
This could be your last chance.
It’s hard to dodge the ubiquitous view.
So, rebel, rebel, don’t go back to school.

Ah, Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah

Stay here with me.
We’ll arm ourselves with creativity.
It’s something I shouldn’t ask of you.
Rebel, rebel, don’t go back to
Radical, radical, don’t go back to
Riot, riot, don’t go back to
School.

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Yummy

tres fou, tres distingue,
or you would melt in my mouth, i should say.
bon journo, kiddo,
golly-gee so delicioso.
i know i'm throwing out a jazzy line,
but i like some pizzazz, some dazzle when i dine.
would you still think i was a stylish girl if i used my hands?
i want to eat you like ice-creame 'cause
you're so yummy, yummy, yummy.
i want to eat you like ice-creame 'cause
you're so yummy, yummy, yummy.
tres fou, tres distingue,
you're sweet like soda-pop, i should say.
my lips are more than on a chick that chrips.
they need a draw through a straw that'll quench their thirst.
a moment on my lips forever on my hips.
i'm a compulsive over-eater.
i want to eat you like ice-creame 'cause
you're so yummy, yummy, yummy.
i want to eat you like ice-creame 'cause
you're so yummy, yummy, yummy.
i want to eat you like ice-creame 'cause
you're so yummy, yummy, yummy.
i don't need a spoon 'cause i take bites.
i like boys that put up a good fight.

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Friend or Faux

i'm here to address a forest of plaques that state,
"there's nothing as precious as a friend."
i've had encounters with the beast that will stick with me
'till the end.
they'll approach you when you're unaware, or vulnerable,
or in despair;
like when you're home, alone at night. they'll slither in
asking you questions about your life.
"f" is for the forcepts i need to get the truth out of your mouth.
"r" is for how you raped me, and it felt good.
"i" "e" stands for example like taking the only thing i care
about in the whole world and saying it's yours.
"n" "d" stands for now i'm independent.
and when they've got you in a trance, the'll take
what you've got through their hypnotic glance,
but, if you're strong, and don't give in, their coiled
embrace will break. they're such a friend.
"f" is for all the faces that you own (hint; more than one).
"r" is for what a really, really, really big coward you are.
"i" "e" stands for example like being disgustingly nice to my face,
then going out and speaking ill of me behind my back.
"n" "d" stands for now dammit, that's a friend.
you thought i'd be easy prey, but i am too well-armed.
you thought you could take what's me,
but i caught you off-guard

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P.E.9.14.

i'm sorry for calling, but i didn't know where i was.
nothing looked familiar, and i was bumping into walls.
i'm sorry for calling. it's me - you'll be glad to know.
but, when i stumbled 'cross your number, it felt like home.

i was never there when you needed,
but i need you now.
what could you be possibly doing?
'cause i got something to say.

now you'll never know...mmm
now you'll never know...mmm
now you'll never...

i never did what i promised.
then, you lost your job.
then, i disemboweled all your life's dream.
but, it was beautiful then.

now you'll never know...mmm
now you'll never know...

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Corpulent & Indolent

over-sized, over-stuffed, over-stiff, over-rich;
over-do? over-don't. over-due, under-done.
watching the screens.
over-eat, over-sleep, over-charge, over-large;
over-flow, over-slow, over-load, under-tow.
can't have enough screens.
you're bad. you're a criminal. you're a criminal. you are bad.
you're diseased. you're a criminal. you're a criminal. you are bad.
over-grown, over-stocked, over-full, over-weight;
over-lap, over-lax, over-fed, under dressed.
home with the screens.
you're bad. you're a criminal. you're a criminal. you are bad.
you're ill. you're a criminal. you're a criminal. you are bad.
you're pitiful. you're a criminal. you're a criminal. you are bad.
you are bad. you are bad. you're a criminal.
under-bred wonder bread, under_used, under-hand;
under-aged, over-aged, under-cooked, over-ripe.

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Now You Can Not Live

now you can not live
now you cannot live without me.
you're hooked to me like an iv line.
i remember when you came here, breathing like a mammal,
but now you cannot live without me.
you are mine.
now you have no life without me.
i walk out the door - you've lost who you are.
i remeber when you came here, walking like a vertebrate,
but now you have no life without me.
you are mine; minus the spine.
put up no fight, you waste of life.
run and hide when i...
when i say "boo".
ha. ha. ha.
it's so sad.
what in your lonely world were you thinking?
were you thinking?
what in your naive world were you thinking?
were you thinking?
what in you boring world were you thinking?
were you thinking?
what in your desperate world were you thinking?
were you thinking?
what in your brainless head... were you thinking?
were you thinking? were you thinking?
why were you not thinking?
what in your lonely world were you thinking?
why were you not thinking?
that was a lot of work.
it's over.

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The Human Kind

what's wrong with them?
they're slow-poke-foot-paced-slag-lag-drag.
what's wrong with them?
they never even try.
so, if you feel you may get a bit profane,
just remeber they are doing the best that they can.

what's wrong with him?
he's one-ton-stun-gunned-stiff-stick-stuck.
what's wrong with her?
she's not as strong as you.
so, when you feel you may want them pinned and flayed,
just remember they are doing the best that they can.

here is a lullaby that's just the human kind.

what's wrong with you? me.
what's wrong with you and me.
when you feel i have let you down again,

and you think that I have told my 56th lie,
well I know that it's no comfort at all to know
I'm doing the best that I can.

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