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1. _ Fuckings Greatest Hits
[Verse 1:]
Ring out the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
When the party blacks out again
you're still eating headlines out of the newspaper bin.
Slap the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
[Chorus:]
Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin.
There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.
[Verse 2:]
Ring out the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
When they've pissed between every sheet of your father's bed
those tears have barcodes waiting to be scanned/scammed.
And when they've hurled every gutted couch cushion
from the living room into your fathers swimming pool,
you're bobbing chlorine apples in the broth bucket of envy's gruel.
[Chorus:]
Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin.
There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.
[Coda:]
Ring! Ring! Ring out the gong!
Son now you've made it to the top of their list.
Congradulations your fucking's greatest hit!
[Afterward:]
Behind husks of leather, photo albums sheild their laughter.
You thought they'd make you breakfast the morning after?
Your fantasy season gangrened off the calander.
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2. _ Burn Piano Island, Burn
Bulimic rainbows vomit what?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Coconut pupils never shut?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Jigsaw babies and their bamboo stilts?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Charred toucans weaving their black sky quilt?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
The sea shells scream out celestial code.
Melting on the shore inside a flame sno globe.
Burn Burn So burn Piano island!
Torch the treasure!
Torch the shovels!
Torch these hands dipped in gold lacquer,
Torch the finger-prints painting a violence portrait on spinal wings.
I buried my bride of eight inch fingers neck deep in the hungry quicksand.
I buried out children of pineapple skin
where the generic sunsets sparkle so bland.
I split my grandmother like a rotten papaya...
our fright to pollenate the flowers of fire.
I vomited my skeleton and donated it to the war mausoleum...
I cut my will and testament along the scar tissue seam.
I packaged my heart and fed-ex'd it to the octopus queen.
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Soured Palm trees sputter waxy wax stink.
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Boiling lagoons chewing bubble gum pink?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
The vikatin volcano spews and salivates?
It's belly bloated like a pre-teen pregnancy?
I fed its limp indifferent walls tales of an ark haunted with the five howls,
I tied a nervous noose of piano wire
and wrapped it around the mocking throat of the past.
It's head erupted like a rabid roman candle
as I kicked the stamp from underneath.
Burn Piano Island Burn
and drown all your fucking riddles down the throat of the sea.
This one man raft won't be coming back
so don't talk out of tune to me.
From a distance the fornication of fear and flames twindles so pretty.
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3. _ USA Nails
[Fingers:] 1-900-USA-NAILS
[Prisoner:] "operator I love you.
Operator, I would never leave you...
Operator I love to see your face pressed up against the glass.
I need to hear the way your tongue tastes in my ear..."
[Operator:] "Put the receiver to your chest
and let me know who loves you best."
[Prisoner:] "The county sheriff said that my baby is dead.
They found him in some trash can, blue all clenched and chewed.
Don't judge me, I'm not his real mother,
I couldn't even recognize his face, his tears of wax,
his skin like a subway running over spinal tracks.
Operator can I confide you?
They haven't got an ounce of proof!
Those pigs locked me up to see what color i'd rot into!
(It wasn't me it was my false tiger limbs..
It wasn't me it was the garbage gryphon!)
When i walk i wald alone (operator come on!),
when I watch you through the phone (operator come on)
and depupil these lonely eyes,
the love scenes grafted to the sky are making me cry...
1-900-USA-NAILS (oh baby)
I get one phone call a day from Molson County jail...
[Operator:] 1-900-USA-NAILS.
98 cents per minute cash or credit, check or debit...
[noticeable pause]
[Prisoner:] Operator-rator wont you tell me again!
Operator-rator yeah you're my only friend!
[Operator:] "Do you remember that night in the back of daddy's car...
strumming the chords of your pubic guitar...
the way you tasted like a movie star...
the way the windsheild reflected the sunrise,
the way the light tattooed your thighs...
You're the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world...
your time is up, till next time! We'll send you a bill."
[Prisoner:] Listen....
can you hear the buildings crumbling in slow motion?
Blow me up like a baloon we'll float over the ocean!
Listen...can you hear them taking me away,
don't tell the fucking guards what i've said.
Can you see the angels stringing wires through my face?
[Operator:] Meet me next week, same time, same place.
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4. _ Ambulance Vs. Ambulance
Ambulance X extracts several consultants
from the slow gumming death at the office orifice.
Ambulance Y imprisons the sigh of the recent amputee
and dumps her in the xylophone trees.
Ambulance X scours the tanning complex for repunzels
rotting in their skin cooking coffins.
Ambulance Y drops the body off at the door step.
Ambulance X pulls you out of the party
and rubs your freckles like a DJ to his records
but Ambulance Y teaches you the word goodbye
and cuts your hands to show you where you stand,
under the monolith of what is love and what is scam,
what is sun and what is tan.
The Ambulance Angels pull up to your doorstep
the sirens flash emergency,
"you'd better come quick."
The Ambulance Angels chisel a crack in your mouth,
and then they paint a landscape with your regret and shouts.
Roll tape and decode the moans,
ventilate the scandal from these locked up mouth holes.
You'll never see your wife
and children again so tell us what it was going through your head,
when you looked into their eyes
and said "no thanks i'll take the hooker instead"
You'll never see that office again
so when the nurse amputates both of your thighs
come a little bit closer to the mic
and tell us what you miss more your desk or the hungry sky.
The Ambulance Angels pull up to the graveyard,
and leave you there bubbling broken sonnets and shards.
The Ambulance Angels notify your next of kin
and show them the scrap book of your operation:
His head was a faucet leaking love, laughter and lies:
all his secret wishes, all his world famous sighs.
But before you give in,
just remember we're coming back for your children.
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5. _ The Shame
My heart is a black haunted loom,
weaving jackets for children who'll never be born.
My hands are abandoned factories
manufacturing heartbreak and hate for the world.
As we waltz the broken dance of our limbs
this ballroom has been groped by so many evil whims.
As I drill the last hole into you,
the well of your body has hardened into glue.
Everything is going to be just awful when we're around.
All the colors gonna rot off your sight when we're around.
I remember the day that I sold my smile to that nice couple
who lost their first child.
I threw in a set of sympathy,
and a bucket of popcorn for the cemetary.
But now my face is all fenced off, the sky is boarded up,
the hills covered in drop cloth.
How many chords till this song vomits out real love?
How many feathers to pluck naked the soiled dove?
How many whores till you send away for that trophy?
And how many punches till you give yourself away for free?
Because those bruises on your gace look like the sun setting in disgrace.
(From these cliffs you can see the whole city
laid out groveling like a field of wounded soldiers.
The billboards in heat and hissing,
the sky scrapers stitching the gash of the earth.
As they waltz the broken dance of their limbs
their ballroom has been groped by so many evil whims.)
Everything is going to be just awful when we're around.
All the colors gonna rot off your sight when we're around.
I am just a salesman pleased to meet you can I show you around.
Every thing must go the shadows the seagulls when we're around.
This is our shame.
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6. _ Guitarmy
Do you remember us?
Do you remember us?
We wrapped your corvette in cellophane, set it aflame!
Do you remember us?
Do you remember us?
We doused your TV set in propane, turned up the gain!
This party's dying so guitar-me!
Raise the glass to the guitarmy!
Do you remember us?
Do you remember us?
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7. _ God Bless You Blood Thirsty Zeppelins
[Bullhorn:]
"Save the falsetto valentines for the black ice cube toast, for the filth roast."
[Classified:]
You know she looks so clinique,
but when you think she's asleep,
we're watching from inside the pilots seat.
Because unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a secret Zeppelin
whose sweat rains down napalm confetti on all black tie celebrations.
[Bullhorn:]
Tear out your carnivorous toupee for the afro fire,
save your hors'dovours for the boiling lobster choir.
[Classified:]
You know she looks so vulnerable in that snakeskin shawl,
but we're watching through her cut out eye holes
(because unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a Secret Zepplin
known towing a sign across the Coca-cola sky that reads S.S. Penetration)
God Bless you Bloodthirsty Zeppelins!
[Technique:]
And now we're flying over the past
and future butchered from out brains and left to rot.
And now we're flying over the television towers
plastering the air with the filthy film of prayer.
We don't need a blueprint, we don't need a blue print
the blue prints me, the blue prints you.
[Classified:]
We'll build our engines from hyjacked hymans.
Propellers churning in whispered fury.
We'll pluck our bombs from the greased pouch
of your presidents propighanda pupa louse.
[Message received:]
"Honey I'll be home late, from the office today,
up to my neck in paperwork, yeah,
my boss is such a jerk."
[Telephone wire:]
"Yeah she bought the story...there's a motel up the street...
so show me your surrender face baby"
[Bullhorn:]
Unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a secret Zeppelin
set on a crash coarse with your cumshot museum
with the blowjob bunny mansion.
[Technique:]
And now we're flying over factories manufacturing authentic ecstacy.
And now we're flying over the swamp
that brews the biggest smiles, cackling teeth in piles.
And now we're flying over the globe
derobed all the houses x-rayed all our thoughts exposed.
And all the copyrighted memories in my head spill to the floor
in a puddle of hungry lead.
And while the traffic weaves human tapestry's
we sing a chord to the frustriation symphony.
Unfortunately this marylin monroe is a secret sepplin...
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8. _ The Salesman, Denver Max
Through the screen door your thoughts are quarentined,
by the way you smell I can tell that you're fifteen.
My name is Denver Mac, I eat heart attacks.
From your mouth to your hands to the floor you're bubbling syntax.
What the crickets see is between you and me.
What scarecrows think would turn you pale cheek pink.
Don't you try to call the cops little girl
because before you pics up the phone you'll be dead.
Don't you try to call the cops little girl, cops little girl,
your tounge is withered it's heavier than lead.
Won't you just step into the car little girl,
your parents don't understand whats in your head.
We're really onto something special little girl,
you're blushing red,
you're head can't hide those thoughts of dread.
Through the screen door kiss me kiss me like a queen...
It tastes like metal in my mouth like rusty listerine.
My name is Denver Max please excuse the mask,
running down my face, bound by tacks and paste.
What the crickets see is between you and me...
what the scarecrows think would turn your eyeballs pink...
with a face like that you'll never make it big,
you'll never find a boyfriend unless you get it adjusted...
My name is Denver Max and wont you come sit on my lap
because the only thing you own is everything you lack.
Don't you try to call the cops little girl
because before you pick up the phone you'll be dead.
Don't you try to call the cops little girl, cops little girl,
your tougne is withered it's heavier than lead.
Won't you just step into the car little girl,
your parents don't understand whats in your head.
We're really onto something special little girl,
you're blushing red,
you're head cant hide those thoughts of dread.
By the time we hit Tuscon your parents little girl,
parents little girl will be wondering
where their pretty little blonde has gone.
By the time we hit Mexico you'll know little girl
know little girl that Denver Max will always be the only one.
By the time we hit the ocean we'll jump little girl,
jump little girl down to find the undersea sun.
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9. _ I Know Where The Canaries And Crows Go
Why can't we let our mouths devour each other?
Why can't we turn those miles into inches,
letters into breath, years into seconds?
(We always said we'd return to the candy coated jungle.)
we always said that we would return
to see what kind of orchird our heart seeds grew.
I know where the canaries go.
I know where the crows go.
So pick up the fucking phone.
I sent you a letter just the other day my friend, It said
"tonight my body is crucified across the carcus that our love grew.
Tonight black feathers float from the sky like it's raining lies.
Tonight my lungs are hanging from a telephone wire,
choking on the broken digits of a dial tone.
(Tonight telephone booths and trucks gawk
as my ribcage snaps and snarls like a venus fly trap.)
Where did our hearts go?
Where did our hearts go?
Where did the crows go?
Our mouths are limp mouths.
We said we'd return for our petrified hearts
put our name to the parchment made a pact in the dark.
Guaze gagged beaks may pump
and beat but sealed inside are secrets screaming to speak,
(So open up your chest and let the birds free.
So meet me under the deserted desert tree.
We'll eat sand crumpets and drink cactus tea,
well pretend this dirt is sea.)
We ate the white from the wedding,
ate the sheets from the bedding,
ate the smiles off our children,
ate the leather off our birth skin.
Have we wasted our whole lives
sucking candy coated bullets from the chemical gun?
Every car that passes on this crooked highway bears your face on it's grill.
Every headlight casts your shadow onto my open hear vigil.
I know where the canaries go.
I know where the crows go.
They go into fucking skeletons.
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10. _ Six Nightmares At The Pinball Masquerade
When the french maids cigarette turns
burns like a boiling tapeworm
(that was really something baby,
that was really something baby)
When the chandeleers shatter,
your guest's gowns turn to tatters, the portraits just chatter
(that was really something baby,
that was really something baby)
Can you feel your sweat beading porcelin?
Your skeleton outgrowing it's skin?
It's the pinball masquerade....
Oh Oh Oh I saw the curtains of hair,
Oh Oh Oh I saw my fingers tear.
They said "we are the six nightmares (oh yeah)
we are the six nightmares (oh yeah).
Oh Oh Oh I saw the face of a girl strapped to a poison pear she said:
"we are the six nightmares (oh yeah)
we are the six nightmares (oh yeah)"
I saw a millionaire eat his shadow,
I saw a water clock beat a widow
they said if one man's life is the sum of something
I want to see your fears materializing!"
Where are the six nightmares at this costume bash?
Open your throat look in the raw gash!
You hold each other by well groomed hands,
mumbling prayers to a neglected jesus.
The matradees quiver as they watch you shiver as the mask
and the mouth knit into each other.
Our laughter was deafining but our lips
but our lips but our lips were trembling.
Now the lady with the peacock mask,
is writhing around in broken monicle glass,
imprisoned like a beetle laying on it's back,
and the man striped up and clawed calico like a cat,
is trapped forever looking like that.
"all your luxury, all your well hidden trash,
all your empty wine bottles disguised as class,
all the bastard children you pay off,
all the money it takes for you to get off.
"May i have this dance?"
the dark dealer takes your hands...
All your memories all your forgotten plans/one night stands;
they are the six nightmares at the masquerade.
Oh Oh Oh I saw the mirrors cringe
Oh Oh Oh the choir voices bend
Oh Oh Oh the costume in my skin...they said
"we are the six nightmares (oh yeah!)
we are the six nightmares (oh yeah)"
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11. _ Every Breath Is A Bomb
(fake fake flowers) (fake funeral)
This room is a fluorescent tomb:
it's brazen bulbs mimic death's hyena croon.
He pulls on her wires, she jerks to attention,
she's animated again, she's talking to a hypodermic reflection.
We've watched it all from the window ledge...
the nurses offer their condolences...
tougnes flapping I can't make out your tone,
out hearts beat in slow motion.
If we make it to the final scene...(fake flowers!)
show me the sapphire pit (fake tomb)
peel the candy crust off my body (fake flowers)
throw in the brittle skeleton...(fake tomb)
Can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang bang?
Can you knit the stiletto back to the bloodstain?
Can you put the bite back the the beast you've broken, tied and tamed?
Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain?
So doctor won't you pull the fucking plug?
Won't you cut the cord?
Because you can't put the life back into this hospital ward.
She's gonna make it out ok...
but she's shaking like a revolution...
and she stares at the fire all day...
mumbling to herself..."
every hole has a snake in it...
Every crotch is a siamese gun,
every ray of sunshine hides a cancerous chime,
every breath is a bomb."
I'd like to wrap my arms around you like a flesh canopy.
I'd like to take your head,
place it somewhere between my shoulders and neck,
but I'm afraid your brittle bones would break.
We can hear the black orchestra singing...
Can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang bang?
Can you knit the stiletto back to the bloodstain?
Can you put the bite back in the beast you've broken tied and tamed?
Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain?
So won't you pull the fucking plug, doctor?
Won't you cut the cord?
Because you can't put the life back into this hospital ward.
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