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My phone's blowin' up!
I've been workin' overtime
tryin' to pick up my phone yeah
Does no help though
blowin' up yeah!
But I can't unwind the furls
of the sails of my life yeah
These tired hands yeah
you feel the ticking
No I won't outrun the all-pervasive
tactus of my life
Blowin' up yeah!
Blowin' up no!
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RUH-ROH!
You've hit the spot!
You've hit the spot
where the party don't stop
and we keep on poopin'
all over your face!
Aw naw he did it again.
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2. |
I'm a Man Now
02:22
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don't remind me
just rewind me
like a tape that you take
at that sex tape place
it's time to time me
how fast i'll find me
when i tape my mouth shut
so it so it so it won't take you long
might take some spine though
might take some duct tape
i don't mind the grundle
(no, i don't mind i don't mind (NO!))
but i'm ticklish and i'm naked and i'm flaccid
so send me back slap my ass send me off to bed
i'm a man a man a man a man a man now
now pose just like me
like when you liked me
right there on the chair
cuz your mouth won't tell
but your legs can't stop
it's stained it's stained with passion
it's stained with secrets
but for now keep the sofa chair
i can do without the things
i thought that i'd grow old with (you)
but i can't help you
but i can't help it
you can slap me
you can take me
you can take me leaving you
i'm a man a man...
A man now I'm a man now!
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3. |
As a Boy
04:29
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when i first saw her
she had a little bit of
je nais se quoi
and i had lots of all the dreams that you have
as a boy
when I first called her
"mama" was fine but now it's
"mamama-moy,"
and i carved lots of all the hearts on my chest
as a boy
as a boy...
as a boyhood wonder growing up with a chance
and then my face fell off
just like she said it would
when I'm below her
she never teases you with
your sister's mouth
and i have no idea what to do next
as a boy
when I can't find her
she puts the 'mental' back in
fundamental
give me a chance and i can season it out
strong knees or not
the limit is on
rochambeau in a bread
bread bread bread basket
as a boy...
as a boyhood wonder...
and then my face fell off
just like she said it would
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4. |
Ms Thang / Slimy Pinky
01:07
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ms thang doin' her thang
oh my god someone's callin' me
oh my god someone's callin' me
ms thang doin' her thang
oh my god better pick it up
oh my god oh my god oh god
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put my slimy pinky
in your dinky
and call it 'home'
which is where you're calling me
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5. |
Pool of Jaundice
04:07
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swimmin' in a pool
of jaundice
can ruin anyone's day
you know me
(no i don't)
you know me
(no i don't)
you think you saw me
(no i didn't)
you think you did me
(i sure did) - (DIDN'T!)
it's time to take a dip
(oh my god!)
swimmin' in a pool
of jaundice
can ruin anyone's day
but not mine
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6. |
Miss American Dream
04:47
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and here she comes. and just, and just look at her! what nurturing beauty - what sheer utters - what utters poise. she's carried herself breast and shoulders above the competition with fecund absoluteness and fertile, je nais se quoi. she screams matriarch but whispers softly. and here comes the crowning - the moment you've all been waiting for. just another push and we should have it:
hey la! miss american dream!
what if i was seen in that crown?
i don't think that i can do it
hey la! miss american dream!
she's staring at me right there
just behind the light in the darkened hallway
hey la! miss american dream!
she looks when she loves
they say she's covered in moss
wrapped on the bend of her knee
"it's yours and my shame" says mother
journeys are wasted on best of intentions
sure but i think probably that's fine
i just lost my eyesight to forces every morning
hey la! miss american dream!
what if i was seen in that crown
slightly moist from the afternoon's blunder
wondering who how could would should
when at i can't remember that
hey la! miss american dream!
she's staring at me right there
just inside the white of my young face
hey la! miss american dream!
she looks when she loves
you taste that limitless milk
hey la! miss american dream!
i hope you've been...
someone to love
what if it was you? ooh!
you know i gotta thing for you mama
you know i gotta thing or two to choose
shrewd love from the sink mama
warm love from the think tank
someone to love
what if it was you? ooh!
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you know what looks like a banana?
a banana phone!
you're callin' me on my banana phone!
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you've reached the house of angels
at least an hour too late
i've come and gone
and by the time you find me...
ahh - your name, don't say it
hush your lips. ssshhh...
ahh - your number, don't give it to me
give it to me
give it to me
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you said it was never done
you said it was never at all
you said it was never held down
never tied to the coalescing fuck around me
and you said it was never hurt
but my body is fucked and i just have to move
and you said it was never a thing at all
like the girls that won't stop staring
or the boys who beat me against their chests
but i know...
you said you think you're gone
you said you think it's all gone
and you said it would always go on
like the dick tied to the boy you used to fuck around me
and you said it was never hurt
but my body is fucked and i just have to move
and you said it was never a thing at all
like the boys that won't stop staring
or the girls who beat me against their breasts
but i know...
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9. |
Chugging Along
05:53
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right on the inside of god
you couldn't twiddle it
(you couldn't twiddle it)
you wouldn't take all the time
you wouldn't take all the time to adjust
right on the inside of your color
is a little sign
that tells me where to twiddle it
but i'm chugging along
i'm chugging along with you
if only for the middle
the bubble, it's inside...
the bubble, it's inside
of your pet
but i'm chugging along
i'm chugging along with you
if only for the middle
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10. |
Tickle Me Pink / Saltine
01:38
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GREETINGS EARTHLINGS!
tickle me pink
all over
and meanwhile
i will eat your delicious brain
take over earth
and apply for a job
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i can't come to the phone
cuz my mouth's too dry
with a little saltine cracker
in my mouth-hole
it's with me always
now i'm much too busy
picking flakes off
my gums so i can go to sleep
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11. |
In the House
02:19
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mama oh!
you don't know me
you don't know me
you got the beef
in the house
you got the squeeze
in the house
you got the squeeze...
you got the squeeze in the house!
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12. |
Jungle Copernicus
04:50
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deep inside a sweaty jungle inside a boat lived a very tiny, huge goldfish! now this goldfish was not like the other goldfishes, he was very different indeed. his name was jungle copernicus, the polish goldfish.
sometimes he'd swim like he meant it
but sometimes he couldn't handle the existential strain
sometimes he smoked like he meant it
but sometimes he couldn't light it underwater
and sometimes he'd filter like he meant it
and smear his translucent body with butter
sometimes he'd spy like he meant it
after all, he had working knowledge of the telescope
he'd say:
come, take a gander at the unfiltered horizon through my telescope
we can see aided by the eyeball
he'd leer at the jungle-boat beauties undressing their skin,
and he'd twiddle his foreskin concomitantly and juicily
and sometimes he'd laugh like he meant it
lasciviously whispering under his breath that he would end them
sometime he'd touch me like he meant it
and at other times he'd let me touch him
but he always smiled this joyless smile when i'd do it
like he knew there was nothing that would ever really satisfy me
you can hear me
with your ear-hole
you can see me
with your eye-hole
you can taste me
with your mouth-hole
you can love me
with your bam-bam
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13. |
Baby Talk / Poop on You
03:36
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i know who's hittin' my cellie up
cuz i've been so waiting for this call
i even canceled my yoga, too
so we can talk about babies!
we can talk all night if we have to
not to say that we have to
but we got nothing to do tomorrow
we're just going on all the juices
that's in our bodies
and all the juices
that's on my body
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poop on you
poop on me
poop on everybody
that's callin' me
i wanna be free
i wanna be free
i wanna take a poop on you
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14. |
Infant Tryst
06:24
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in my dream
i'm a girl
i'm a girl with the pearls
with the knife that killed...
(i went to sleep)
(i went to sleep)
(and there appeared)
...
(an andro-man)
from the bottom of my throat
[he's wearing a suit! he's wearing a suit!]
(an andro-man)
coming right out of my mouth
[he's got my voice! he's got my voice!]
(an andro-man)
stares back at me full throttle
[i'm ready to go! i'm ready to go!]
(an andro-man)
two eyes no mouth and a rose
[yes i'm aroused! yes i'm aroused!]
(but the rose has spores)
and he's dusting my throat
[does it have to be dry? does it have to be dry?]
[why won't it stop? let go of my voice!]
[you're from the melting! you're from the melting!]
[isn't it nice? isn't it nice?]
(so andro-man)
why not sing me a love song?
[about the river-run! about the river-run!]
(so andro-man)
why not sing me a love song?
(la la la la la la la)
(i got my knife)
[you call that a knife?]
i call it a means to an end
[you call that a KNOIFE??]
(so andro-man)
(la la la la la la la la)
...
in my dream
i'm a girl
i'm a girl with the pearls
with the knife that killed...
(i stabbed his head)
but it didn't explode instead
[i looked through his head! i looked through his head!]
(right through his head)
i saw a garden party
[with lots of balloons! with lots of balloons!]
(an infant tryst)
nothing but babies
[on a slinky rendezvous! on a slinky rendezvous!]
(an infant tryst)
how in the world could i go?
[you're going inside! you're going inside!]
[you're going in- you're going in-]
...
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15. |
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my spine was crushed
so i probably can't get
to the telephone
but there's always hope...
(so the doctors say)
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