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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.

With a loud noise
Everything breaks,
Everything falls
Rips open, leaves a hole

Follow the black moon in
Follow the flashing gates
Alone at last....

Bury it inside, bury it
Bury it inside, bury it...
Come home...

His wife died, saw her face
Revealed, refused,
Coming home
Kept it outside,
Laughed it goodbye

He wants tears, he cries
Turning it out blind
Leaving home

Goodbye
He says there
I cannot say goodbye
Finished

Hope this dog dont spin me around again
Your face in paragraphs,
Caught in a game of hope
A year, found another year
A year, found another year
when we sit at a table
There's fire between the guests
When your hands dont touch
There's sand in your place

And fire under your nail
Nobody knew, so nobody cared
Nobody knows...

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.

Multi-colored plastic spheres
Everything we want to know is in them
And we know it, and we know it;
We're an ant.
You have six left to build your ant house
U-Boy? No, Birthday. Oh!
All your balls of knowledge
But there's only one that's wisdom
It's the apple, pick the apple -
Not the bomb.
Stockpiled inside you
You're too tall
Oh gain your balance
Or you fall.
High HOPES.

Kick their heads and they roll off
Don't help and they foam and cry
Kick their heads and they roll off
Don't get help, and they stroll home and cry
18 holes to kill
18 stomachs raw
Hard ransacked butchered my own life, oh my
And when the wounds go home
And all the breakfast's gone
I lay where I don't care, anyone, anyone
Kick their heads and they roll off
Don't get help and they foam and cry

'Cause you're no baby
'Cause you're no honey
'Cause you're no party
'Cause your no baby
'Cause you're no midnight brawl
'Cause you're no naked sprawl
'Cause you won't take her there
Take me anywhere
I don't care

You could hitch a ride
You could watch me drive
Let's be opposed to style
When you do (I'm better off dead)
When you do (I'm better off dead)
Winter's a lifeline to follow
I have better places to go

Kick their heads and they roll off
Don't get help and then

'Cause you're no baby
'Cause you're no honey
'Cause you're no party
'Cause you're no baby
'Cause you're no midnight brawl
'Cause you're no naked sprawl
But you won't take her there
Take me anywhere
I don't care

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

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

Here's a crippled princess . . .
The people would have died for her had she shown any goodness
But behind her wheelchair she kept all that she needed and she liked girls
The townspeople shunned her
Quiet and aloof the princess made them all wonder
But behind her glazed eyes she knew only she needed one feeling supplied
Realize You (is the story)
Realize Me (I'm slipping down . . . 1, 2, 3, 4)

CHORUS:

Dance around play around fool around dream around
Wall around jump around run around tool around feel around

AaaaaaaaAAAAAA AAAAAAA ooo She fits
Aqua ballerina lights a match
She knows their (sic) all watching but dances for just one one one one child
Save the guitar ! Save the bass ! Drums ! yeah yeah yeah yeah
She's burning my building down
Divine Disgusting (is the dream)
It could be (I'm flipping out . . . 1, 2, 3, 4)

[CHORUS]

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 wanna cry
On a roof
I - the third time
You will lose

He moved me
And the chains changed
I take a nervous face
Month after month after more
Mouth after mouth after her

I said a nightmare
Complete with barking dogs and coke machines
Keep feeling like a baby chicken
Keep touching life's basement

'I'm obvioulsy confused,' I said,
'I'm more more worried for you than for me'
I yell

Cry baby cry
Cry fight it
I'm not ever getting out
I'm always getting sicker

You're the person that took me
I found last September in a notebook
It was too much for the book to hold
That's how come I wore raincoats

I said first a suicide without a note
And now a note without a suicide
First a look without a note
And now a note without a suicide

She said 'maybe death is my answer,
But love is the answer of life'

He moved me and the chains changed
I take a nervous face
Month after month after more
Mouth after mouth after her

I said a nightmare
Complete with barking dogs and coke machines
Keep feeling like a baby chicken
Keep touching life's basement

Cry baby cry cry
I fight it
Im not ever getting out
I'm always getting sicker, sicker

I found last September in a notebook
It was too much for the book to hold
I lean on some

She said 'first a suicide without a note
And now a note without a suicide.'
I said 'maybe death is my answer,
But love is the answer of life.'

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

This is my house, roll out the red carpet
Doghead in the window
Never was a little girl

Have wine, I can't drink yet
Day pianos I can't afford
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Garoux des larmes
Des filles
Filles de larmes
Délire des larmes
Des joues
Larmes de joues

Run, run, mama, mama
Drink until you drop
Die until it stops

Volée des cloches
Vouez, vomir, volez
Vive violemment
Vous, voie, vieillard voûté

I look down on
And all of a sudden realise
That I had on a shirt
That said take me for granted
And they did and did
I put him on
I get it, I take it
So I were guilty
Might be for a long time
If I wore
And I did
And somebody didn't see
I did I did

(Garoux des larmes, des filles, filles des larmes
Délire des larmes, des joues, larmes des joues)

I found these shoestrings
And they say 'Watch'

This is my house, roll out the red carpet
Hoghead on a ragdoll
Never was a little girl

Run, run, mama, mama
Drink until you drop
Die until it stops

Volez, voyons
Vide, vive et germe
Voilé, vierge
Vil, vire, vitré

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