1. Star Slight
2. Schaffino
3. Ebroglio
4. Initiation
5. Communication Drive-In
6. Skips On The Record
7. Paid Vacation Time
8. Ticklish
9. Blue Tag
10. Coating Of Arms
11. Porfirio Diaz
Star Slight
sailing all alone, guided by starlight nowhere
is my home inside of my mind we've paid that shoeshine boy whose buff has
no smile he spits on your tip-toes and you keep hugging folklore like it's
out of style, out of focus harum scarum we promote this cover, discover
and you know your insides true better than i do.
Schaffino
this time i'm gonna take the collection baby and
with the money in my hand i'm gonna purchase all the details scrub you
clean with my soap opera chirping walking on tip-toed pickpocket fever
racing up the scales of your thermometer turnbuckle tournicate clotting
the moonshine clotheslined seizures singing happy valentines i found feathers
in the hit and run nest omerttas not a prayer on your rosary beads when
she knocked me over i looked inside the hearse sprouting chauvanistic swine
and written were the words poking butter with this knife allergic to this
concubine racing by in a '56 chevy and we couldn't even pretend to be alive...
i found feathers in the hit and run nest scrub you clean with my soap opera
chirping.
Embroglio
i had a friend who died for something he really
loved i had a friend who stood for none of the above i had a friend whose
experience was riddled with scars who got drunk one night in the trunk
of louie p.'s car i had a friend who'd love to scare you as was his affection
and tremble you did cause you weren't worthy of his friendship i had a
friend, but now he's stranded on the mesa street exit and sometimes i'm
jealous cause i'm still at the intersection i had a friend whose heart
was too heavy to hold yes there's blood on the median like a boat without
oars duct tape the cross on the brown colored box single file line on the
unpaved road they tipped their hats, respect for the dead in juarez, mexico
is where they buried my friend there are no words to express the loss i
feel since you've been away you made this typical sad song a physical classroom
where i learned nothing just flashes of your face it's all a facade and
nothing really matters now he's stranded somewhere on the mesa street exit
and sometimes i'm jealous waiting at the intersection i had a friend whose
heart was too heavy to hold yes there's blood on the median like a boat
without oars it's all a facade, and nothing really matters now.
Initiation
i n i t i a t i o n. follow you home after
every show perforated into tiny fragments heavy breathing's your new fan
club a john handcock with the safety off after every show and how this
pedastel fits like glove such a pity i built no laddter from me the roots
and above i'll be hacking off after every show initiation there's no restraining
order to keep me from you parting contestants never seem to win watch you
clap your hands by the stage lend me your ears just another page in the
book that your friend signed yesterday when i told you not to bother to
holler your telephone's the one that helped me wrap the cord around your
neck you know you're beautiful when you're dead initiation there's no restraining
order to keep me from you parting contestants never seem to win.
Communication Drive-In
you keep telling me this voltage hurts just a little
in the thickness of the van you drop anchor if and when concealing all
the thoughts we hid and laughed forever repelling essence swelling something
to blame bleeding profusely outside looking tame the nerve of your hometown...
i'm drinking slovenly leave me alone, leave me alone i am not your brother
i see five holes in your flag collect calling, the fuse is crawling to
the next hometown collect calling, the fuse is crawling can you feel the
bite of my nails? can you feel it? repelling essence swelling
something to blame enhanced sweet singing game... i'm swimming down sink!
swim! drown together.
Skips On The Record
pregnant with the keys to your stick shift mood
can't get yourself ignition can't get yourself ignition grease-stained
parking lot embed and loiter bottle tops dipped in the secretion of your
syphilis flirtation must we go spell it out? roman candle, cradles,
teething dressed in innuendos "c" is for contraction 30 minutes apart umbilical
agendas in the coup de jat "c" is for the cul de sac tiennamen reverse
parking all the grandeur in backseat afterbirth grease-stained parking
lot loiter tops dipped in the secretion must we go spell it out for you?
mao tse tung ferver in his petty glance in this cursive dysentery.
Paid Vacation Time
so we see the opportunities stitch and thread with
no down payments our neighbors see it through their own eyes so that the
others hear the story, the grapevine dot your i's, cross your t's this
forfeitures the burden of another and all those friends you thought you
had are laughing at and not with you and all those friends you thought
you knew you'd trade it all for a tank full of fuel bel aire colonial deluxe
number five all the warmth that a boy can give sheepskin costume i'm a
truant officer.
Ticklish
pigeon holed decision making all my mind's made
up i only colored outside the lines cause i got the knack stenciled teen
initials that were carved on the roof of my mouth only to bark the words
of so-and-so fuck so-and-so... i been dancing in the bathroom stalls excreting
words just for this song i'm kicking in windows and it don't make music
to me "please get some medication simple. it's simple... we must die with
dignity." pallbearer we are and all that we never get and all my
little pushes fall on your deaf ears kicking in these windows kicking in
these windows it's on the roof of my mouth i'm gonna bark the words on
the roof of my mouth tickling with contusions paper bag masks hiding infantile
music no pictures, just words are you afraid of our books? illiterate
cells for the valley of mules.
Blue Tag
i'm an incision the kind that glistens and not
to mention we appeal when we've healed i'm an incision, just an incision
i've got polaroid value in a celluloid way with twelve hard years of currency
and they trade it all for the current scene i'm an incision the kind that
glistens polaroid value celluloid way this air condition is on intermission
we're burning on the border like they said that we would i'm an incision,
just an incision the kind that glistens and we appeal when we've healed
burning on the borders like they said that we would with twelve hard years
of currency and they trade it all for the current scene they're partial
to the way you speak blue tagged, blue tagged and incomplete burning on
the borders like they said that we would.
Coating Of Arms
substation submerging suburban disturbance incoherent
gourding coat of arms they came hack a knocking paranoia in the walls,
we heard family dying while the band played on told sky to leave to the
east bay clone weren't you taking me home secret service, we deserve this
we lost the friends to the pavement to the pavement substation, subconscious
let's do our william tell routine let's do it chewing on the goodyear's
handcuffs are the wristwatch.
Porfirio Diaz
kiss and kill your boyfriend... and all rich ones
too. rich kids of the world unite! dime on the bleachers, head
says not that far away, but the only way up is down and I keep on falling.
flip it again, but the answer hasn't spared it's change. doesn't
matter how much time, you'll never forget that forgetting's required, served
on a platter of fakes. it's inevitable, we're proud to be pricks,
but we're proud to be assholes. picking up the pieces, one by one...
don't let it ride. answer, someone, anyone. won't you pick
up the pieces you left behind?