1. |
HORSE DRAWN BARGE
04:58
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what a clever decoy (x2)
they're bound to find me in spaaaaaaace
hi me on horse drawn barge
move so slow and go not far
hi me. horse drawn barge. move so slow and go not far.
i will stalk who stole my car and
find him at his garden
watching his daffodils
drown
hey man right now
hey man hey there man
hey man hey there man right NOW
everywhere and back inside my head (x3)
but i'm not insane
hi me on horse drawn barge
move so slow go not far
i don't know what i want anymore
hey man right now
hey man hey there man
hey man
and it's as you are, however many days again, a dumb man
(man)
(man)
(man)
hey there man right now
hey man hey there man
hey man hey there man right now
iiii've no sympathy for those bodiless faraway minds
as i do-si-do, i'm ever so unashamedly unbrotherly
i've exacerbated every possible gap between mine and theirs
hi me on horse drawn barge
move so slow and go not far
i know not what is anymore
hi me on horse drawn, move so slow and go not
I WILL FIND WHO STOLE MY CAR and
(watch him in his garden watch his daffodils drown)
i know not what is anymore
what a clever decoy (x4)
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2. |
I RESIGN
01:55
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i'm an offer contemplating idly by the duct
i'm another faulty air balloon and in the muck
i've failed to fail to fall between
i resign (x2)
it doesn't matter, everyone and all the same nadir
i'm nary, gallivanting everywhere
ideally, i'm not the same i used to be
i resign (x4)
crowds have erred from the fair
and how they seem taciturn to all my friends
i want to pick them up and bowdlerize them so bad
i'm an engine in disguise
(_)
and all the crowds free the sparks
and how they fly all alike without significance
a crunch of people come and violate our boundaries
i resign (x3)
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3. |
ALAN IN THE ATMOSPHERE
02:23
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alan alda
calibrates his tape machine
calabashes zion
tanqueray isoprene
alan in the atmosphere
alan in the atmosphere, oh how many now?
how many now?
i don't know
i don't know
alan alda
calabash of isoprene
(_)
alan in the atmosphere
alan in the atmoshpere
alan in the atmosphere, and how many now?'
how many now?
i don't know
i don't know
and i would bet a fiver and change
he's getting ever out of his range
he doesn't have a place in line
and he persists in space but not in time
calibrates his tape machine
calabash (his) isoprene
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4. |
MAYDAY MAN
00:42
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mister --
mister hyphenated man
goes in circles with his altercation
busy with his praise
mayday man (x4)
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5. |
JEFF HAD A BASEBALL
02:06
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blood dirt
everyone says that i can find my way again
out of these debts
all right
i will believe it on seen
peripherally
on with the show
with all of the clowns
who duly exit a cloud
with a bunch of kazoos
if music ensues,
the people disperse
and go with all of their mercy
to take up jurisprudence
again
(and again)
'a' eyes
got his upholstery
i've only one affixed
idiot box
to mimic a guttural and
this is a wonderful
plug for these shows
so everyone goes
and all of the clowns
exit a cloud
and make up jurisprudence
again
jeff had a baseball in his own mind he'd
walk across a bridge and
then do his own
time
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6. |
BRAINSICK WATCHMAN
03:57
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the obvious innocuous
manopoulos idolatrous
Diogenes androgynous
brainsick watchman
i'm in his blind spot once again
the ominous incongruous
dichotomous oologist
anonymous acidophilus
brainsick watchman
i'm just honest apologist
i'm just anomalous columnist
i have no Titus Andronicus
brainsick watchman
and when he went away he ate a lot of (_)
he saw us sitting there and asked for some ice cream
he won't win his drug war
he will not end solar flares
but he will try
and he will find:
nobody cares
he won't win his drug war
he will not end solar flares
but he will try and he will fold
and he will find:
nobody cares
i won't heed his stock tip
i will not buy a share
i'd sell too late
to net a dime
and he'd been gone
and i ......
wouldn't ...
care
i'd needn't care
and i always play the pawn
i'll just slowly bide my time
there is no lower i can fall
i'll be at his beck and call
there is no lower i can fall
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7. |
IN TUNE GUITAR
02:25
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(hey yeah)
in tune guitar, i am mortified
in tune guitar
in tune guitar
i'm at the dock and i am sorry
and now we are
and now we are
in tune guitar, i am no more,
and here's your song
and here's your song
now there is nothing
(whistling)
there's no one down
to bring us back
to where the song has been sent to
now here we are
now here we are
in tune guitar
in tune guitar
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8. |
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where am i going, and what is more,
why lie upright and think what might
divide me into four?
there is no one in outer space anymore
there i'd been headed
now i've been led
on excursions to recategorize
and memorialize
and phenomenalize
and etherealize
and denuclearize
recategorize me instead
there is no cosmic fire, a through z
where am i going and what is more
why lie upright and think what might
divide me into four
there is no one in outer space
there is no one in outer space anymore
(anymore)
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9. |
A PLUS MAN
04:41
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i ought to be in a band with the animal man
i ought to be in a band with animal man
oh i got a job at a gift wrap counter
down by a beach on the south shore
i beseech him never more
but wave a baton to parade him ever and anon
i was working at the beach
and the manager scours
the lifeguards inhale and count the hours
and then the autumn began impacting our entelechy
and tipped its hat to the coming dusk
A
PLUH HUH HUSS MAN
AY AY AY AY
A
PLUH HUH HUH HUSS MAN
AY AY AY AY
A
PLUH HUH HUH HUSS MAN
AY AY AY AY
A
PLUH HUH HUSS MAAaaaN
awake awake
i must awake
for a plus cajoled the equinox
to come a few months early
this summer
oh oh oh oh
perspicacity my thick skull allots me
a plus man could be a thick neo-Nazi
who functions only if he lies
and so has to lie and lie and
be so infantile awhile and then
die
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11. |
CIRCULAR MAN
01:57
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the secular man
he wanted to be in the army
he isn't aligned in the schizoid world
he'll surely be fined
however a founding
and then he will subside
the secular man
doesn't impress the Scheherazade
perpetual hiding places
assures he be dry
the oedipal heyday man, he coincides
the secular man's privy to ideologies
he billows away with a relative ease
his radio plays, it lets him immobilize you
emeritus eyes
and i don't go where i ought to go
even i
know
the circular man's privy to ideologies
he billows away with a relative ease
his radio plays operational ivories
and nobody cries
and no one goes where he ought to go
even i - i - i - i know
even i
know
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12. |
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(the greenpoint playground)
calvin tubo will excoriate me
the bacillariophyta whore, a true baron of the seas
he was a racist bag of tripe and then he died
a school of crayfish appraised his entrails
and exuviated on his dna
exuviated on his creosote-filled creme brulee
and i was waiting on their awning
the ever tirelessly fawning
the greenpoint playground
the sky of browns
a school of crayfish
a sea of clowns
and in hysterics
a school of derelicts
evades me
i'm gone unaware of all their goings on
what a waste of time
one bilious wish to feed one's mind
(mind)
m. u. s. i. c. d. r. a. m. a.
i've gone on a sinkhole nightcap staircase
hairline
what a waste of
time
i've gone selling adderalls at the borderline
the secret spine
one bilious wish to feed one's mind
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13. |
FEE FI FO FUM MAN
01:19
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decaf coffee will put me asleep and it'll
turn my testicles blue
i'd sooner endorse a pile of boogers and
hope that you would too
bubbling brown sugar will never be beat and it'll
make my merry-go-round
i can do it:
indulge in a walling or something-or-other to be renowned
hey there oh man
hey ay ay ayoh man
oh hey there asshole, ohhhhh
and as i'm waiting for the water to seize the dreary-eyed
i start to realize there isn't a place for them to hide
i'm sorry boys, hey, i tried
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14. |
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all i want is the coup de grace
the ice cream man and his wallaby (x6)
hey man, you're radiating on the endorsing
of me
sideshow man in gridlock
and i'm gone to my own little mine
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15. |
LABIA WARDEN MAN
01:35
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everyone knows the labia warden man
he's ever adrift in search of the fire
he is in a rift
he merely aspires
to be insane
(f)
i'm not insaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaane
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16. |
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billowing
and beckoning
and billowing
to vaporize an
aviating age
it's running along the debris with decrees
in supercilious legalese
think of nothing but ends who receive
til i'm gone
got interchangeable identities
i'm never going ...
i was running along the debris with Decree in my
penetrating legalese
my quasistellar helicopter man
he marks himself on the overpass lane
and rides so high on capital gains
goes so far in a parallel plane
on his zung
he's striking a match that will never be lit
he's trying to talk but he makes only spit
he's covered in spittle i've got to admit
he has six bank accounts and stays up all night
writing checks to himself
i was running along the debris with decrees
of my penetrating legalese
it's never going either way (it's)
sitting ever on display
on quasistellar helicopter
maaaaaaaaaan
some prehistoric ironies
billowing billowing billowing
beckoning beckoning beckoning
billowing billowing billowing
thickening thickening thickening
beckoning beckoning thickening
to vaporize an aviating age
vaporize an aviating age
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17. |
ICE CREAM SONG
03:09
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I KNOW YOU'RE GOING DOWN
you've had too much fun
i hate your fucking scene
you cruel psychotic cur
and as your grove is dawning
i'll miss my fucking bus
I'LL HAVE HAD PLANS TO GO TO MAINE
AND SEE MY GOOD FRIEND HUSS
BLOOM WILL HATE YOUR BOOK
i foresaw it in the moonbeams
enthralling for a few reams,
he'll write,
a circular plot this slight
outstays its welcome before long
you'll cry until the twilight
assuring yourself you're smart
when you're really a stupid neophyte...
and you think you have a gall
you think you have some nerve
but you're really just a fucking piece of shit
and you never go away
and you never entertain the thought of giving people
personal space. well, neither do I.
I wish I could accuse you of being a hypocrite
but you'll one day kill yourself
and i'll just wait until i fucking
die
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