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Pull your lover 'round by the nose...
You'll never get to see how the garden grows
But if you go forth so...
You can't stop the smell of roses
Eighteen things at once
You spread yourself so thin
You could not find a basket
To put all your eggs in

Mikey row the boat ashore
...
If you walk next to the ...
You got a lose a little of something

Jak of all trades and a master of none
How can a person get anything done?
You can fool yourself, you can fool anyone
Jak Jak Jak Jak Jak Jak Jak Jak
Jak of all trades and a master of none
How can a person get anything done?
You can fool yourself, you can fool anyone
Jak Jak Jak Jak Jak Jak Jak Jak
Jak of all trades
Jak of all trades
Jak of all trades

do they appreciate?
slap an art over everything they see
luxury
it's a luxury
sell out, sell out
no conditions
sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice
it's a luxury
stare, stare
unleash, unleash
that's the other side
it is luxury
and run till it hurts
until you bleed and don't
lose your mind until you
call me and words, all
words molest, molest; it's
strife, strife, strife, for
your life, all beating, and
breathing and running.

Dying in the desert he is dreaming of the water down the bathroom drain,
Thinking of the oceans and the rain.
What are you doing with your time?
He's using it to elongate his mind (elongate his mind)
It moves (and stretches with the curves and lines) and it gives
Tongue is made of paper sickly whitish and his eyes no longer see the light.
Language has been stripped of him for good.
Slowly he seems to sidestep time
and using it he elongates his mind (elongates his mind)
It moves and gives
Miles and miles of body then he's tiny just a grain then he exists no more
Funeral tears that might have saved his life
Squeezing he slips to ride with time
And using it he elongates his mind (elongates his mind)
It moves and gives.

I never could see anyone besides you
believe it or not (probably not)

a feeling

sight scent sense sound touch taste you
one time sight mind touch you

a feeling

Two face to rosehips
Red eyes
In springtime you come home
In springtime you come home

Joyride to seaside
Looking for the rain
You sweat like a bullet
I swear like a train

I can't begin to let you down

We hide in showers
Looking for the rain
I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay

You sing so quiet
I can't hear what you say
I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay

I can't begin to let you down

Meet me in the dark
Where it's good
And I don't have to move
Stop the car
When I tell you to

I think I have to go
Let you down low
Let you down

Going home in a honey tree
Looking for the rain
In springtime you come home
In springtime you come home

I can't begin to let you down
I can't begin to let you down
I can't begin to let you down
I can't begin to let you down
I can't begin to let you down

Catch catch catch catch catch catch catch
Catch a bullet in your teeth.
I put my head in the sand oh boy, oh boy, oh boy
Hi
Bad, big bridges. Big, big buildings Blue boy
It's raining out here
It's freezing out here
Catch a bullet in your head.
I'll put my teeth in the sand oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.
Uh, rain
Bad, big bridges Big, big buildings Blue boy
The tears from one eye fall into the other
It's taxing out here.

I broke the payphone when you called
I stole the wire
That owned a goddamn piece of you
Ma Bell
Is not my mother

I can't lie
Some bitch get out and tells the truth

And that's the same sun
That burned my mother
That's the same sun
On your dashboard
It's the same one
On your postcard
I need another

I broke the mirror on your car
I stole the light it had
It tried to take the life from you
It had no colour

And that's the same sun
That burned my mother
That's the same sun
On your dashboard
It's the same one
On your postcard
I need another

I can't lie
I can't lie
I can't lie

so it's cowboys in flying colors riding home

leave my tears alone it's too funny

it's me and she spilling jewels and collarbones gray
(waste of time now I don't want cold, lonely)

ride by side down the road
and a she-wolf (my face one more square)
don't be afraid, it's my road once more alone

I can see them riding over the hills
cowboy hats are back in, this is the future, after the war
and I don't eat anymore, this is your future

it's me and she spilling jewels and collarbones gray
(Frank Lloyd Wright, try to sleep under a dome under the sky)

side by side down the road
it's my road, once more alone

as a warm gun
thanking her (she makes me dangerous)
blood on our teeth

ready?

Take my sister out of here
Screw this bar
Put my sister in your car
Who called me jailbait?
Who called me jailbait?
Who called me jailbait, here?

Put my sister in your care
Take her out of here
Don't call me jailbait
Don't call me jailbait
Don't call me jailbait, hear

You snake
You cottonmouth
You snake
Cottonmouth
I hope you remember me this way
I hope you remember me this way

The more he likes me
The more I drink
I think the more I drink
The more he likes me
I got the shakes
I got the shakes
I got the shakes

You snake
You cottonmouth
You snake
Cottonmouth
I still want to drive you to the wall
I still want to drive you to the wall

That handsome woman
Cried barrels for you
Stick her in, you don't

'Catch all this,' he said
'Hold on to the floor
I don't love you any more
I don't love you any more'

Draft another Bible

That handsome woman
Cried barrels for you
Sneak her in, you dope
Sneak her in, you dope

Draft another Bible

Search the world for something for you
(For something for you)
Nothing's sweet enough
To kiss me like you do

Built the walls in your front door
So you know how to leave
Give your love
You know how to breathe
Feel your lips and tongue
So you know how to fly
I give you life
So I can never die
Something so much like heaven
Nothing's so much like rain

You have everything
Give your hands
So they know how to maim
So it knows how to pray
You are right
You were right
The sweetest

Scrunched up face in a picture booth
Feet don't reach the bathroom floor
Photos flying through the air
Neighbors tree needs me to climb
This what I am, this is what I am
Crayon sun on all the pants
Someone lacing my shoes up wrong
This is what I am, this is what I am
Finger pointed at the moon
Little scare and the thunder boom
Carrying cars from my swing door
Reaching out for a hand to hold
This is what I am, this is what I am
Crayon sun on all the pants
Someone lacing my shoes up wrong
This is what I am, this is what I am

I had a dream
I dreamed that I dreamed the answers to all your questions
And then I woke up
No answers
No chance of sleep
Let's go outside - its getting darker
Let's go outside - it's getting late
Let's go outside
I work a lot
I go overtime, I work for you
But when that whistle blows I roll my sleeves up
Punch out in my right mind
Let's go outside.

I called you I told you I guess I always wanted
Is that stupid I'm so untrue that's too bad I can't stop
Found a little squirrel a little dead a little head a little fist
why did I think of you I'll always wonder what he told and
what he meant and that's too bad

you can't see pools in his eyes
you can't see squirrels in your poison

I'm here again alone again I'm talking again
and wanting
I saw the gimp girl today she's walking in between you
she walks circle
spins around you
she lives on looks

on
where are your legs
where are your her legs

I'll always wonder what she told and
that's too bad

he's a statue and she is broken broken again
he's a statue they say she broke him
she's so broken all out again

you can't see pools in eyes
you can't see me in your poison

I thought this hardness was a shell
It's a hard hard
hard core

Hysterical bending
Can't speak
Hysterical woman
Screams I think
A head holds the bending
A woman can't be helped
This river runs
Like water through hell
What am I doing on a mountain
Green water to flame
This trance says
I can't be contained
Tributaries fly
Hold this solid
Melt this solid
Rain rain
A girl's body is solid
How do I melt
How do I melt
Without dying
Hysterical woman
Can't speak
Hysterical woman
Screams I think
This river runs
Like water through hell
What am I doing on a mountain
I hate the rain
This trance says
I can't be contained
Fly babies fly
Hold this solid
Melt this solid
Rain rain

Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
Cry baby cry

The king of Marigold was in the kitchen
Cooking breakfast for the queen
The queen was in the parlour
Playing piano for the children of the king

Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
Cry baby cry

At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table
For a seance in the dark
Voices out of nowhere
Put on specially by the children for a lark

Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
Cry baby cry

The kids were flying today
Don't call her girlfriend, we were saying
And I was locked into a frame
But listening again
Don't wait up for me I know what God wants

Raise the roof, don't pay rent
Raise the roof, yeah

I was purified today
And feeling now I can be pretty
And he is feeling very rude
But listening again
I hear my pillow screaming find him

Raise the roof, don't pay rent
Raise the roof, yeah

He wants if she decks out with the(?)
Quiet down all you noisy girls
He loves those noisy girls
He wants to beat them up, he loves them so much
Don't call me girlfriend, don't call me girl
This is no light thunder
My ears are humming with him
And he's dancing 'cause it's raining
This is no light fever
And my face is burning with him
And I'm building, but I'm losing

(Raise the roof)
If I leave you (Don't pay rent)
Please don't call me back again
You know where I stay (Raise the roof)
In my launing room (Get high, get lost, get low)
With that clause is
(Raise the roof and space out the proof and pick up the roof)
I keep everything of yours (and raise the fences)
You keep me (Raise the rent and pick up the roof)
Because I called you love
(Raise the roof and raise the roses)
That's the music, you know
From the box you gave to me long ago
When my room was cold
Now the sun falls on through the window
When she warms the wood
I can sit here all day with you

Kristin: There was a girl named Pike.
Pike was different from the other kids in some ways.
She had huge yellow teeth which jutted out from her face,
particularly when she was angry and curled her lips back.
Her favorite food was oatmeal, gummy and sticky and glue-like.
Actually, it was her only food.
Pike's mother would try to feed her Pop-Tarts and fish sticks,
but Pike would calmly remove the offensive food and fix
herself a bowl of oatmeal which she would strap onto her
head with Scotch tape, and then walk around the house
while she ate, masticating wildly.
Pike's manner of dress was odd.
She refused to wear any shoes,
but some ratty old platforms
she'd found in the garbage.
You couldn't tell they were ratty and old, though
as she had covered them with tinfoil
David: For these reasons alone,
Pike was ostracized at school.
The other children picked on her,
called her 'Mary' and other names,
pulled her hair and stuff.
It was difficult for them to accept her into the
peer group, given her idiosyncrasies.
Pike was different.
Often, her mother would have little fits,
when she could take Pike's strangeness no more,
ranting about 'what had she done wrong,'
and 'how she could have raised her weird daughter differently,'
and 'why did her weird daughter do this to her.'
These fits had no effect on the girl however,
Pike would merely place one hand aside each eye and stare directly ahead,
sometimes lending a swift kick in her mother's shin.
Kristin: Even the family dog, Mike,
seemed determinedly against her.
He was always nipping her feet
and chasing her into rooms where she didn't want to be.
But the last straw was the morning she woke to a pair of
aerobic shoes sitting by her bed.
Accustomed to these minor intrusions,
she stepped over them and reached for her ratty platforms.
They were gone.
At least they weren't where she left them.
She called for her mother and inquired as to their location,
but there was no answer, and there were no ratty platforms
anywhere in the apartment, only a pile of broken glass
in front of the shattered living room window.
And there on the sidewalk, four stories down,
lay here special tinfoil shoes in a tattered heap.
David: As she swept up the glass fragments,
Pike decided to leave.
This was not a difficult decision,
given that Mike was biting at her heels and barking very loudly.
She leapt over the mongrel and had just enough time to grab some
provisions and some tape, before Mike lunged.
Pike ran barefoot into the elevator, panting.
It felt good to leave.
She hated the apartment and that stupid dog.
In fact, she hated the whole city.
But she loved her shoes,
and even her yellow jutting teeth,
no matter how unpopular they were at school.
Pike walked barefoot out onto the street,
barefoot along the sidewalk,
scooped up her shiny, rumpled platforms
and continued barefoot along the road.
Kristin: As the noises of the city faded,
she discovered a whole new world,
a lot of green, and room for bird sounds.
Cars didn't drive so fast,
and children played happily.
They didn't seem to be full of Pop-Tarts and fish sticks.
On and on she walked, and soon came to a stream.
On and on she walked through the stream,
against the current, her platforms dangling from her shoulder.
As dusk gathered and night began to fall,
the sounds of greenness enveloped her.
She caught sight of that for which she had been searching:
a big square entirely filled with grass.
She then knew what she had been born to do.
Calmly she stepped out of the stream and
into her shoes and walked towards it.
She poured some oats right out of the packet, into the
bowl and taped herself to it.
Slowly, she walked to the middle of the field,
looked up to the stars and masticated wildly.

What blood type do you have?
David: I don't know. I've never been-- I don't think I've ever--
Kristin: There are only a few. You could just say one.
David: O