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A Dozen Gallon Of Flies
04:52
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one starts bubbling up
brain cells are gleaming
IQ’s are full and deep
that first one’s screaming
tie a tie around a fly
now tie a rope around yourself
put a wire through it’s eye
and pull it through to yourself
a few start shaking
and running into each other
red eye scapes over to the laboratory
these men are working late
to rewrite history
many dozen liquefy
to ensure a healthy start
to a healthy day
to a healthy race
tie a tie around a fly
now tie a rope around you
a dozen gallon of flies
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2. |
Starlet
03:49
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oh little starlet, I’m a grown man now
I’m a little choo choo train
I’m a little artist, somehow
oh little starlet, I’m leaving someday
soon some people will come
to take me far away
I’m a little bored
I’m a little stereo
I’m a little messed up now
I’m a little fire show
oh little starlet, I’m a little boy now
I’m in need of care
if you could care for me somehow
oh little starlet, I know your husband has left you
to fend for your own
but I’m trapped here all alone
I’m a little comedian
I’m a little drunk
I’m a little psychologist
I’m a little punk
oh little starlet, I’m a big bag of air
I’m an oversized comforter
I’m a breeze without a care
oh little starlet, I know you feel strange
that my personality has
left you all deranged
I’m a little boy
I’m a little stereo
I’m a little messed up now
I’m a little rock show
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3. |
Pretty Thing
02:05
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all the skinny ladies
hold each other tight
all the skinny arms
flailing in the night
all the pretty girls
write each other off
all the pretty faces
without a single thought
who holds the weight
of all the worlds glamour?
who wears the crown?
who wears the frown?
all the skinny ladies
fight for position
all the skinny legs
kicking with precision
all the ugly girls
unite and talk shit
all the ugly faces
always remember it
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4. |
Stupid American Boy
02:48
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all night long
I grew a beard
walked myself home
and kissed myself good night
I don’t wanna get mixed up again
with such an evil person
with such an evil grin
overseas overnight
pursue and deploy
little hope
hung from a rope
all night long
we made a song
we made the bed
to mess it up again
and end to end
we were dead
fools fall above
but never in love
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5. |
Untitled #1
03:45
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red sightscapes
over to grand Paris
we’ll take the 12:30
all blurry and dirty
black and blue burial
yet we’ll be buried alive
coffined in computers
a teleconference device
sand in our circuitry
is just water beneath the bridge
the human solution
to an inhuman problem
water in our circuitry
is just sand on the beach
the human element
of a inhuman machine
this sub par
black eye bar
gone to the edge
and back again
divine, divide, red eye
over to Paris, France
or was it somewhere in England?
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6. |
Explicate
03:49
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7. |
Song About Famous People
05:16
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in the lap of luxury
in the shadow of obscurity
everyone is famous now
everyone is a superstar
hello pretty lady
hello pretty man
red carpet strolls
going hand in hand
such a simple person
such a simple dress
what a lovely evening
what a lovely mess
in frozen state
in a moment in time
everyone knows everyone
every ones moment is mine
you passed out a long time ago
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Every once in a while I’m someone else
a degree of difficulty
a sense of sincerity
sometimes I like to smile
every once in a while
sometimes I wave at the crowds in the mirror
sometime everything becomes clear
sometimes everyone is here
a royal royalist
a movie star
a thinking thinker that’s gone too far
a genius musician
a philanthropist
a beautiful person
a psychologist
every once in a while I’m everyone else
anyone else
anyone but myself
sometimes I crack a smile
and daydream for awhile
sometimes I smile for the cameras when I’m asleep
sometime I wish I was a little creep
every once in a while I like to smile
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these monsters of your mind
create a new kind of Frankenstein
this doesn’t exist except in everybody’s cysts
diseased and deranged, uneasy and real strange
deterioration of my mind into a new kind of Frankenstein
a French blue film distorted into truth
they’re all drunk on power, drunk on Vermouth
an obscure art film starting to make sense
the subject obsessed with death
and the prowess of the protagonist
monsters of your mind create a new kind of Frankenstein
these monsters are all mine, a digital Frankenstein
that can’t control itself but controls my mind
peal back the layers of skin and wires
this is nothing but truth, my brother
digging in my phrase to find a new kind of Frankenstein
this magnetic monster
is sporting a new suit
he’s got nothing to do
he’s got the new suit blues
A German sex film turn you off of it
whipping with chains and chains, a worth while experiment
an obscure school film teaching you the truth
back and white filmology, light gray psychology
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I sent to basement
I sent to the lab
for an internal investigation
for external reason
the guy who sits up high
is spotting his jump
from underneath it looks like
everyone could use a hump
I sent to the attic
I sent to the pharmacy
for a call to close to call
for no reason at all
the person who sees into this
has no real insight
from overhead it looks like
someone’s in for a fright
for some reason
everyone has lost their head
all they ever want to do
is go to bed
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11. |
Mind Over Matter
06:00
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in a dream state between life and death
she’s asking where is she
I answer in a breath
a Freudian slip
and French maladresse
mind over matter
body over law
in a hostile state
somewhere back in time
I’m reading her mind
she’s seeing my future
a fortune foreseen
there’s nothing to see
mind over matter
matter over me
it’s obvious where to
draw lines and distinctions
what’s not so easy
is when to make there decisions
it’s easy to see where
to draw this electrical fire
it’s not easy to know where
this all conspired
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The party is over, man
and this is bull shit
you can’t escape
like putting your head
through a window
and you're a zero
this story has no hero
I’m happy nowadays
and I’m a grown up now
I’m above the games, man
you can call me pretentious
but I just can’t believe
people live like this
you scare me to death!
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13. |
Sad Song
02:39
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all my friends are so cynical
leap forwards and move back
so slowly we go
down the same path
my love, you’re so angry
what makes you sad?
everything that causes worry
only makes us mad
is it too late to say
I buried my regrets
and want to be happy?
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14. |
I'm Sticking With You
03:09
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