1. |
Foreign Tongue
04:14
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It ain’t your fault
It never is
It’s all so perfectly understandable
you had to leave me with that kiss goodnight
I should have known that you was crazy
from the way a black cat changed your mind
And as you shook your broken tailbone
I followed you inside
We’re out of phase
It’s crystal clear
And I don’t need no ball to see it
Nor a signal from beyond
the stratosphere
My sky is overcast with storm clouds
and my trenches flood with fear
And there ain’t much here for comfort
But it’s all so comfortably familiar
It ain’t your fault
It never is
It’s all so perfectly understandable
you had to leave me with that Judas kiss
So I hear that you’re in love with Jesus
but these lamentations they ain’t His
While he was busy raisin’ dead folks
I wrote you this
Your foreign tongue
what a strange delight
I dithered in detachment, and as for you,
girl, you put up quite a fight, quite a fight
I think you bruised my intuition
and you blackened my mind’s eye
If I were to stick my dick inside you
would that bring me closer to your light
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2. |
Masterplan
03:33
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Nothing wounds the heart
quite like beauty does
And I think I’ve been out carrying that cross,
that cross of your beauty long enough
That’s why I’m gonna have to kill you
Lord, ’cause your beauty wounds my poor old achin’ heart
’s gonna be rumble as I tumble
into them caverns of my mind
piece of paper in my left hand, got some verses in my right
and they fight, Lord knows how they fight
And them paper cuts get deeper
with every doggone verse I write
If I promise never to be bad again
Can I have just one more shot at bein’ your loverman
Nothing makes me bleed like summertime
When livin’ should be easy, Lord knows I tried
I tried hard to let the sunshine in
But it had me sweatin’ like a pig and
Lord, it done burn my poor old sore skin
It’s a bad case of melancholy,
that’s what that crooked doctor said
Now the best that I can think of
is tie the poor thing to his bed
Feed him love, feed him nothing but sweet love
That’s my professional opinion
I wish you all the very best of luck
If I promise never to look back again
Can I have just one more shot at bein’ your loverman
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3. |
Apostasy
03:16
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I’ve been tryin’ to run into you
but I only ran into myself
And the force of that head-on collision
girl, it split my skull in half
it did split my skull in half
Just around the corner
from where you live
And where you had to tell me
you had no love to give
It seems to me
you were just in time
to cash my salvage-fee
But obviously
that was not quite
what you had planned for me
‘Cause you’ve been tryin’ to get rid of me
ever since you broke that promise to yourself
And ever since I’ve been sittin’ here,
watch the dust pile upon myself
like a book upon a shelf
Now you praise my courage
and you wish me luck
Funny way of saying
that you don’t give a fuck
Why can’t you see
I got no purpose
for all that faith in me
But if you’d stay
I’d overlook
your false apostasy
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4. |
Ballad in Plain B-flat
03:41
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Don’t flatter yourself like that
You should have known by now
that’s what I’m here for
Don’t flatter yourself
I can do you cheaper than you can do yourself
I’m your shiny polyester help
and I gladly present to you
everything I was too lame to do
for myself
Don’t lower yourself like that
Know what you’re in for
as you know what you’re out for
Don’t lower yourself
From eye-to-eye to an eye for an eye
in just the blink of an eye
Lay down, curl up and die
like the cheap little miserable fuck you are
Show me your smile
and I will show you my scar,
it’s a deal
Don’t be flattering me like that
You best think hard
on just what you go and wish for
Don’t be flattering me
You’ll flip my psycho-switch and stitch by stitch
all hell will break loose
There won’t be nothing left of me you can use
for your little pretty, pretty string of pearls
You snap you fingers and you sent me back
to my world
Don’t be barkin’ so vigorously
You crazy hound dog,
you picked the wrong tree
Don’t be barkin’ all wild and crazy
You’ll wake the neighbors and their set to keep her
safe from harm
Now you’ve unleashed your pathological charm on her
what else are they to do
but aim their automatic rifles at you
and go click, bang
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5. |
French Made Easy
04:48
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I gunned down your chaperone
You see, I really needed us to be alone
I gunned down your chaperone
Now the motherfucker’s dead and gone
I told him not to interfere
I said I got mighty important business with her
I told him not to interfere
I said hey you, get the fuck on out of here
But did he listen, no, no, no
when I told him it was time to go
Did he listen, no, no, no
He said why, I said ‘cause the fuck I say so
I asked him once, I was being nice
I furnished him with free advice
I asked him once and then I asked him twice
Three strikes you’re out, it’s time to die
Now I’m not the type to be easily triggered
Usually I can handle myself pretty good
But this piece of work, he sure had it coming
So I laid him down right where he stood
Do not kneel beside him, love
He was dead weight we had to get rid of
No, do not kneel beside him, love
and sob and cry and go all soft
Do not mourn and spoil the fun
that I had when I emptied out my gun
Do not mourn and spoil the fun,
morning brings another sun
Do not dress yourself in black, see
that won’t bring the bad bitch back
Do not dress yourself in black
Let me buy you a wedding dress instead
You will thank me later, of this I’m sure
If he were some sickness, then I’d be the cure
You’ll thank me later, of this I’m sure
And you’ll wish it were my ring you wore
Now I’m not the type to be easily triggered
Usually I can handle myself pretty well
But this motherfucker, he sure had it coming
Bloodstains to this day mark the spot that he fell
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6. |
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Baby please don’t kill yourself
it would only make things worse
It’s gonna leave me with a sense of guilt
and some considerable grief, of course
You see, God’s just testing 1, 2, 3
God is testing you and me
And it ain’t for you to wonder why
or try unravel His great mystery
So don’t hold a grudge
should He grind your bones to dust
You can cry, if you really must
But don’t go kick up a fuss
Some say there’ll be hell to pay
Some say heaven’s out there callin’
Me, I don’t mind much either way
I know them hard rains will keep a-fallin’
But should He rain on your parade;
We can share my little battered umbrella
Let me gallantly hold it over your head
You see, I’m just that kind of… guy
So don’t you be alarmed
I checked my demons, they’re all unarmed
While God, with all his heavenly charm
He will leave no stone unharmed
Me, I never claimed to be
anything more than a one-trick pony
Saddle up, love, smack me good
if you think there’s a new trick you can show me
Love, rest assured,
I how much it hurts
And I pray that you have a say
in this unholy world
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7. |
Liquid Man
05:17
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He couldn’t tell you
if his life were to depend on it
And it makes him kind of nervous now
that it actually might
Could it be he loves her more
then he loves to fall in love
Of this much he is certain,
he loves her more than life
But ain’t that a hollow phrase
all too easily uttered
with his guts on the floor
and his mind in the gutter
See, the Liquid Man
he can’t be bothered
with her siren song no more
It’s the very love itself that’s corrupted,
ripped and rotten
to the core
He tried hard to prove
he don’t need anyone
Till finally there was no one
around to prove it to
You’d find him goin’ round the block
as he walked his solitude
ever closely shadowed
by the fits he threw
If he’d tip his hand on
his unrighteous intentions
She would hit the roof, boys
only to come down relentlessly
on Liquid Man
He can’t be bothered
to talk about the state he’s in
See him dribble by,
watch him liquefy
There ain’t no stopping
once it begins
Dressed all fit to kill,
sharp as a razorblade
Parting the waters
by the way that he sinks
His mouth filled with sand
His heart all full of rocks
Yet hope’s slow poison,
she slipped it in his drink
And he stood there till his toes bled,
his shoes a size too small
With his skin turned inside out
and his back glued to the wall
Now Liquid Man
he can’t be bothered
with her glory anymore
It’s that same old blinding
light he’s been trying
to put it out
for once and all
It’s that same old difference
Shiny ribbons
wrapped around the same old box
It’s the same old tragic
senseless motion
moving everything that fucks
He’s the Liquid Man,
see his solid plans
all splash as he is
tryin’ to leave
It’s a bad, bad case
of poets fever
Obviously
Five Believers
I could make it without you, honey
if I just did not feel so all alone
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8. |
Bipolar Bear Blues
02:26
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If you gather round me children,
a story I will tell
About a big old bad bipolar bear
the Arctic knew him well
He was strolling the North Pole
where many a friend he had
But the ice below his big white paws
was full of tiny cracks
He was thinking about penguins
and the funny way they walk
And nighttime slowly turned to day
as of himself he talked
As he hopscotched cross the icebergs
While whistling a merry tune
so full of it, and of himself
and crazy as a loon
He was bold and bound for glory,
he never paid them cracks no mind
Some say what an unfortunate accident
Some say it served him right
See, one day God was thinking
wasn’t pride a deadly sin
Yeah, I think I read that somewhere
in that big old book that I’m in
So like Moses sent the locust
on my divine command
My flock will melt the icecaps
and make your misery end
No sooner said that done
did descend his holy wrath
And the cracks, they swallowed Mr. Bear
in about a second flat
He landed on the south side
He landed with a thud
can’t help thinking I’m there
but for the grace of God
Well, the moral of the story,
the moral of this song
is simply that one should never be
where one does not belong
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9. |
The Pussy Jar
07:38
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Caught with his hand in the pussy jar
Cryin’ mama please let me explain
This ain’t remotely what it’s looking like
and anyhow I have been framed
Why, ain’t it in you to surpass yourself
Really, is your pain that good
Would a tiny spark get through to you
if lightning struck you were you stood
She came and you saw
But what’d you conquer man, fuck all
You came and she saw
how she’s got you by the balls
Now she ceaselessly badgered him
At the crack of dawn the man just cracked
She harassed him on that witness stand
till he was happy to confess
Not a solid bone left in his frame
Feelin’ fit to decompose
He don’t think he’s up for anymore
So he just blurts out all he knows
Catch as catch can
Half a suitor, half a man
And while I commence
I know where this story ends
Caught with his hand in the pussy jar
Cryin’ mama, please let me explain
See, this here girl don’t mean a thing to me
I mean, I don’t even know her name
Ain’t that right, why don’t you tell her Jane
I mean that’s Jane as in Jane Doe
How I fell victim to your ruthlessness
and your convincing one-girl show
A voice from afar
cried all’s fair in love and war
Did I stretch that too far
when I pierced you through the heart
There’s a little truth in every word
But there ain’t much hope in blame
And I’ve grown tired of your private war
Weary of your waiting game
I ain’t gonna argue wrong or right,
won’t pass judgment on your deeds
And if I ever turn my back on you
it will be with a heart that bleeds
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10. |
A Heedless Man’s Bait
04:00
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I kept throwing lumps of me at you
a heedless man’s bait
And then I let you off the hook again
and you swiftly finned away
I kept throwing lumps of me into
your pond of idle hope
And you, you lovely duckling
threw me just enough rope
For me to hang myself with
while you hang on every word
So ill-at-ease, yet eloquently
singing like a bird
Singing like a bird,
or more precise a sitting duck
A cross-eyed marksman’s target practice
three shots for a buck
I can give you what you want
But that ain’t what you need
I will turn you inside out
But I won’t sing you to sleep
Resentment you may feel for me
is stemming from remorse
You eager beaver busy bee
You’re beating a dead horse
Resentment you may feel for me
is stemming from your own
resentment of your boundaries
and how fuzzy they’ve become
The thought it cast a shadow
made you feel weak in the knees
The finger that you’re pointing now
in fact belongs to me
No, baby you’re no angel
There ain’t no way you can please
everybody out there
so just stick to pleasing me
‘Cause I can give you what you want
though it ain’t quite what you need
I will turn you upside down
but won’t sing you to sleep
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11. |
Heavy Weather Friend
04:28
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I’m sorry I’ve forsaken you
I never will again
Hush child, dry your eyes
I’m your heavy weather friend
Skies all overcast
with never-ending threat
Lights out, drawn in
to that liquid dark again
Don’t you know that
It’s ‘cause of the light over your head
them shivery shadows arise
I’m sorry I’ve forsaken you
I never will again
Hard luck, hard head
and my heartache tied my hands
I know there’s men ablaze
in wars that can’t be won
Unborn cut down
before their life’s begun
There’s a light on
casting these grim apparitions
that are scaring the life out of you
Don’t you let them pull
the wool over your eyes
Force-fed artifacts
The kindness of mankind
Lover you make me wanna
be a better man
Hold on, let go
and be my own best friend
There’s a light on
casting these grim apparitions
that are scaring the life out of me
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12. |
Untitled
05:12
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O gypsy drifter
your features bold and fierce
If I let you get away
I’ll be spinnin’ in my grave
before my time
O gypsy sorceress
You got me in a spell
And if I survive the ride
I probably will die
of bliss, o how I
love you, love you
I swear it’s bound to get me killed
Woman, I’ve loved you
for so long now
I’m afraid I always will
O foxy she-wolf
you nurtured me with care
And you tore me limb to limb
told me sink or learn to swim
As I grasped for air
O foxy she-wolf
You’re crying for the moon
And the moon it cries for you
‘cause it aches just as I do
for what was lost
I love you, love you
I swear it’s bound to get me killed
Woman, I’ve loved you
for so long now
I’m afraid I always will
O crazy mamma
unfathomable twists
got us tangled in this dance
with matchless circumstance
But hey, what’s new
O crazy mama
you threw me quite a curve
I straight threw it back at you
Here, catch twenty-two
But logic’s overrated
Ain’t it the heart that must prevail
Woman, I’ve loved you
for so long, now
Lord knows I always will
O tattooed sailor
your maelstrom swept me in
In your torrent I will die
but the sea will be my bride
And I’ll be king,
Queen Jade
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