1. |
The End of an Era
02:41
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Happy anniversary!
Where you been?
Where you been??
Probably interviewing for new secretaries . . .
What was her name?
Does she bend like I used to
in the back of that Lexus?
Remember that party?
The one where Jerry dressed up like Santa?
I'm only 10 lbs. heavier!
And I gave you two babies!
You're cruel to me!
Nice to see you're out of bed
1 p.m. that's a new record isn't it?
You're not eating again
I can tell
Look at your arms...look at your arms!
Like Iggy Pop!
Like Christ on the cross!
Madonna! Madonna! Madonna!
And my paternal grandmother!
Look at me when I'm talking to you!
Speaking of which...
When was the last time
you looked at me
like you want me?
Like you need me?
Like you believed in me?
Or made me a dinner?
Shut up!
Shut up!!
. . . Is she prettier than me?
Does she make you feel like a man?
It's you and your bottle and your Rolex . . .
Where's your dream home NOW, Ken? Huh?
Impossible!
You're just impossible!
And you never listened to me anyway!
Happy Anniversary!
Here's your dinner -- cold and rotting on the dining room table!
Get out!
You get the hell out!
If I ever speak to you again it'll be too soon!
Shut up!
Shut up!!
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2. |
Let Me Count the Ways
03:03
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I am your spit
Swiftly ejected
I taste myself inside your sneer
You let the good times roll
Like a $5 on a mirror
Worshipping at your own altar
Uyo ekma het dog lete het ohlwe drowl hatt m'I a repnos!
How do you like MY incoherence?
I am your spit
Ostracized
I taste myself inside my eye
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3. |
Que Lastima
05:30
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Cover my ears
Don't wanna hear about it
Your pointed words are more than I can take
Give it a name
Give it a death sentence
and separate yourself with each new phrase
I just don't know anymore
what to do about me
Cover my eyes
Don't wanna look at it
Face to face is more than I can bare
Give it a shape
Give it a crucifix!
And drive another nail with every stare
I just don't know anymore
what to do about me
Cover my mouth
Don't let me say the words
and realize what we've become
Give it some time
Give me an estimate
Before I'm mumbling my final breath
I just don't know anymore
what to do about me
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4. |
The Problem at Hand
05:34
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There are hundreds of me
They crowded me out of my own identity
The only thing worse than these common whores is that they expect me to be attracted to them
Am I a victim of resource?
There are thousands of me
Each one another color in the wheel
and we're all . . . red
With hate?
With shame?
I am ashamed . . .
I mean, just look at the numbers
You can't prove anything in just one lifetime
Just run the numbers
Climbing . . . climbing!
There are millions of me!
And we renounce each one by name
Shall we begin at the beginning?
Hey, Chris!
Does it taste a little bitter?
Or is there something we're all bound to miss?
There's no such thing as subtraction
So maybe it looks like this:
There are 8 billion of me!!
And no one can recognize my face!
We've clenched each other's jaws
Taste no sweetness
Speak no grace
But we're so hungry
So we grind
Towards a grinding . . . grinding . . .
halt!
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Couldn't really ask the girls out for a drink
(married)
Nothing much else to do but sit around and think
(professional intellectual)
You know gravity makes it a drag about his legs
(law of physics)
But he won't need that wheelchair in space!
(problem solving)
Stephen Hawking: Astronaut!
Stephen Hawking: Astronaut!
Stephen Hawking: Astronaut!
Stephen Hawking!
We're already fucked from doing what we please
And we don't need to spread the human disease!
When he makes that computer squawk
it causes me alarm!
This guy wants a puppy when we can't even handle the ant farm!
Stephen Hawking: Astronaut!
Elon Musk: Astronaut!
Jeff Bezos: Astronaut!
Stephen Hawking . . . let's not!
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6. |
Loneliness
04:22
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If one is a whole then tell me
what I'm missing
I can lie to my mind and body
Not my feelings
I didn't choose the things that interest me
Isn't there anyone who's weird like me?
Keeping myself awake with
wishful thinking
Now that my dreams are tasting
just like jealousy
I cannot help the things that interest me
Isn't there anyone who's weird like me?
Won't you please tell me it's not everlasting?
Could you just show me it's not everlasting?
Looking under my covers
for my dignity
Wishing there was more than nothing
lying next to me
I didn't choose the things that interest me
Isn't there anyone who's weird like me?
Won't you please tell me it's not everlasting?
Could you just show me it's not everlasting?
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Her body is a temple
Mystery magenta goddess
One whispered glance unsewed my eyes
one button at a time
My howling tongue lashes
to taste such impeccable construction
Taste!
Now I'm liquid!
(Now he's liquid)
Now I'm liquid!
Her mind is a sanctuary
She's fed with literature
She's built herself a wall of sound to drown out the unworthy
She shares my ambition
To shut her mouth and listen
She feigns transparency and then refers me back to her body
Taste!
I just can't hide it!
I won't deny it
My book of secrets is wide open
Some form calls out to me
From underneath her clothing
Animal magnetism rendering me speechless
She's so polite she turns my insides into kindling
and burns the branches like it's Christmas tree Hell
Hell!
And what of recourse?
Should I defend myself?
Does she exist as recompense for past inequities?
How dare this unclean pig approach her majesty?
Let's shed these rotten selves and naked redefine the erotic
Taste!
Now I'm liquid!
(now he's liquid)
Now I'm liquid!
I want to know your name
I need to know your name
I want to scream your name
I need to know your name
Open your perfect mouth and tell me your name
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8. |
Self-Censorship
03:12
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How shamefully we, while offering ad nauseum starving, insatiable, autoerotic prayers to lesser powers to intercede on behalf of our appearance, neglect to afford the same consideration to content of character, and, in so doing, squander the inheritance of our humanity
He'll cash in a 40
For two fresh 20s
Thrown, complicit, in a mother's face!
Will it be a question
of consent or endorsement
when it's time for them to be replaced?
Second verse, same as the first!
So many ways to spell the word "coerced."
Am I pretty Daddy? Am I pretty?
Are you 50, Daddy? Are you 50?
We'll all be big, big stars
when we get started in porno
Hefner's dead and filled our heads with shit
We're gonna mount our way
to the top of the mountain?
Before we get going, we have to submit
Submit!
D-E-P-R-E-C-I-A-T-E
Your favorite trick is a transformation
Where once was a person,
now there's a rag!
You're the Queen of L.A.!
The Toast of Manhattan!
Tossed in the trash when they started to sag
Is it lesbian sex you've had if it's about a man?
And all the fair-weather breeders at the bar are just some men . . .
We need to forget, so we do it again!
Come on, Honey - we can still be friends
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Love Ethic Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
The Inferno, Canto XXXI :
One and the same tongue had first wounded me so that the blood came rushing to my cheeks, and then supplied the soothing remedy.
Such is Love Ethic.
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