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1. _ Cut-Out
You're one of a kind,
Smooth and sublime,
A hella cool dude,
A wonderful guy.
So what is it like
To be liked,
To be right,
All of the time?
And every time I wander by,
The plastic of smiles,
The corners of eyes
I wanna race the lemmings
Into The sea,
Look up through the water,
Touch bottom
To my mother
To my friends,
I'm all right
Am I all right?
It's mine all mine
Tu-ru Lu-ra
What's yours?
Cut-out
You're a doll
You're cut out
To fit right in
And you fit right in
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2. _ In the Aisle, Yelling
Blessed be
Messed up me
Should I feel different? Was I
Crying to get my face wet
To discern what I did from what I thought
It's hard to discern what I gave from what I got
It's part of me.
Blessed be.
Low lit theater
Quiet crowd
I'm on the screen projected
I'm in the aisle yelling fire.
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3. _ What I've Wanted to Say
The best and the worst of me at the same time.
Make a tin can with strings to you.
Let you know I really mean it all.
And the more I say it the more I just sound
Like a carnival barker yelling, selling art.
Just don't worry about looking dumb.
I do it all the time, it's actually pretty fun
And whatever, it's overblown, as relative as
Hot and cold and good and bad and young and old.
Do anything, there's no wrong it's all right.
This is what I've wanted to say this whole time.
I wish for you what I wish for me.
The flashlight, the means, the reason, the medium.
I will say this, will you listen?
If you don't listen, I don't mind.
I'll still say it if you don't listen.
If you don't listen, I don't mind.
This is what I've wanted to say this whole time.
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4. _ Joining the Circus
Never won a medal for bravery
Never won a medal for tact
Never thought the truth would enslave me
Turn me into something so close to a liar
I'm joining the circus
I'm going away
Waving from the boat
I don't cry
Looking at the ocean washes tear,
Away
I will arrange.
Savor the lie
Go blind on all these words
Divine myself this urge.
I'm joining the circus,
I'm running away
The people I won't know,
The places I won't stay.
Now where is the circus?
I only see clowns,
Half naked girls and mirrors
I leave them in the sea to drown.
I love her now.
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5. _ Sorrow's End
I used to think,
"I've never been through it,
The deaths the stuff that make us old enough."
Old enough to love a boy whose name I still don't know.
We traded voices, blurted accidents.
Brutal winter froze through spring's slow crawl.
In The summers burn, the impending fall.
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6. _ Love, American Style
"I know you," she said, "You're that guy from my TV!
You're that guy who killed all those kids!"
We got off to a pretty good start.
"Oh, boy, look what we've won!
Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!"
Love, American Style
"Oh, yeah, um, which one?
Geraldo or Montel or good old Oprah?
All those shows are one.
The eating of brains and the bleeding of hearts,
It all makes for some pretty cool art."
We got off to a pretty good start.
We got off.
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7. _ Boring Life
You're like kissing lipstick.
You're pasty, warm, and dry.
You're boring.
You bore me.
You're such a boring guy.
At first I kind of liked it
The way it oozed out of your mouth
Then there was more and more and,
it got boring,
Just another boring lie
So what if I just picked this knife up
And cut you all across your smile,
Would that be boring?
Or just one less boring life.
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8. _ Job's Eyes
The birds would laugh at Job,
their song would torture him.
Always a steady rain fell,
soakingand chilling him.
He could always see a dry,
light place on the horizon.
He would walk for miles, muttering,
"I'm sure this rain won't last. I'm sure it's time is up.
Though it's pouring down, I'm sure this rain won't last."
As it fell on Job's eyes,
this water of doubt,
he said, "I'm wading in lies, it's wearing me out.
But if you want it, all right. I'll buy it."
The trees whispered to Job.
The wind screamed,
"blood too dirty for mosquitos,
I hope that you die soon.
Pray to any god you believe in."
One day, Job screamed back.
"Those people, they had families.
Their families don't have them.
You're not any god I believe in.
I hope the rain ruins the work you did."
At that moment, the clouds parted.
Job found himself in the sun.
Job's god was left in the storm that he'd created.
He moaned, "I'm sure this rain won't last.
I'm sure it's time is up.
Though it's pouring down,
I'm sure this rain won't last."
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9. _ Punchdrunk
It wore him down
His head was hanging sideways,
His lids were slits.
This happened almost nightly now.
He raised the glove
And waited for another round.
He waited for the bell to ring,
He prayed the lord would save his eyes.
He heard church-folk swaying and sighing
"it's all right."
He liked his kids,
He liked his sky-blue Valiant,
He like the pay.
"The boss' fine young talent"
They all would say.
And just a pension later
He'll be free,
Do what he wants.
Bereave the dream,
Now sleep,
Now slowly die
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10. _ Celebrate Her
There is a love
Doesn't flower, doesn't die, doesn't follow,
Doesn't try, doesn't worry,doesn't cry
I know why
Bare in her innocence,
Bare in her mystery
She knows me
I know this: I know nothing
She's wearing a gown of roses
Celebrate her, celebrate her song
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11. _ Girl
I am not to blame
I was a little girl
I am still ashamed in a way
But you never said
You were just a little girl
You can always call my name
All for love
So you said
Out of love
So I fell
Things you never said
I was just a little girl
Were you scared or ashamed
Then you took away
My little place in the world
Where I would play
All this time
You will never say
I was just a little girl
Ever again
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12. _ Seasick
Believe this
As you convalesce:
I'm seasick.
I'm bleeding from open sores.
Four days ago, you said soon
That we'd hit shore
And finally, we've found this land.
For all the gifts the people give,
Bloody beaches and severed hands
Is what we return.
I'm kind of nauseous.
Either I don't like this,
Or I'm still seasick
And I find it hard,
It's so hard, I'm finding out
You're a liar again
No, I never said enough
You gave me what was never yours.
You know what? I don't want it.
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