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Take a break, the pressure rips her apart
The baby duck in you has died
Push it out and F-word a duck
It’s a bad time to be a duck
Girl with Basket of Fruit
She sits on a bicycle and floats in space
She is in love with The Angel of Stop Laughing
When The Life Promiser makes her say any word
It comes out as a joke
He is not a good guest
The cutlass is a more excellent guest
Cutlass! Cutlass! Cutlass!
Girl with Basket of Fruit
Look at her try to walk away, I get bored
Photos of her jerking it to mush, I get bored
It’s a vagina strained without end and
Her lungs fill with tears, her lungs turn to gills
Life inland is become impossible
No path straight through Og’s Magog Bog
The Jack Fruit DING! The Dragon Fruit DING!
The Passion Fruit DING! The Cinnamon’s Bun DING!
She sits on a bicycle and floats in space
She is love with The Angel of No Taxi Anywhere
When Of Hell’s Electorate: The Grocer
Makes her dance with a nobody
It comes out as a joke
Eating gherkins by the fist full
From a jar in His front pants pocket
Brine and peppers building up on the rings round his fingers
Her boob gets so floppy she uses it as a fan to wave away
His sickening B.O.
Now rubbing it off with a brick
Dust for his panettone
Every frog hops right up into her butthole
Every frog eats a single butthole flea on its way in
She brown box squeezes them all into…
FROGHOST!!!
A flock of erect dicks on bats wing pee pees in her
sleeping face and pointlessly tries to fuck a blue sky
At the witch execution they all hope to be called up
They’ve had enough! They’ve had enough!
Girl with Basket of Fruit
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Knuckle a short life in the ribs
It comes out as a joke
The God Burner and The Unembrace
It too a joke
The Great Fish and Deforms the Unborn
It comes out A Great and Deformed Joke
A pig wearing a maid’s apron and cap
Riding a tomato on rubber wheels
It looks at its pocket watch and points a hoof
BOoP
“You go to Thee Worl-duh Unborn.”
Jerking to it in mush, mush deducted from heaven
That’s is the funny part, jerking it to mush
My life hot with sorrows, hot with sorrow
But this a joke as well?
Bedroom filling with true black
Bedroom filling with smoke smoke
Bedroom filling with klack klack
Bedroom filled with smoke
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Amargi ve Moo
04:51
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One and a two and a three
Tumors seem like something you would collect
And poison seems like something you would take
In the offense ways off all flesh
I am not ready and cannot accept
That it is spread like a cancer
Goodnight! Goodnight!
Don’t look sweet old friend
Don’t look little sister
Don’t answer KNOCK KNOCK!
Don’t answer, only answer for your fear of God
Don’t answer for the nothings else
Ye oh night oh night oh night
Get away ye oh night
Get off, get back, get off OH NIGHT
It is in fact maybe magnificent
In the bosoms of Abraham
I will behead all the saints
I will behead all the stars
Let lightning strike where it will
Coconuts, bananas, flowering vines in revolt
Let there be peace and let it begin with thee
I am not ready and cannot accept
I am not ready and cannot accept
BLUBLUGBLOOGBULGOGIOBBLLUOBGHBLOULGU!
Chunks of your forearm, chunks of your scalp,
Chunks of your hunch, now in a dumpster or in a sandwich
Your hairpiece perched upon your head
As if dropped from the ceiling by accident
Never not at worry and now never not blonde OH!
Let her be reborn as something unruinable
A meteor, a mushroom, a kakapo
A sparkling out of control
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Ice Cream Truck
02:37
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Mescal in a bottle and baby on a boob
Hair dyed blonde for nobody
Nobody move!
I wasn’t going to hurt you, I’ve heard that one before
I wasn’t going to hurt you, I’ve said that one before
Flip flops turned grey and foot twisted round the wrong way
Puff Puff
She is and was passed out and will always be passed about
As it was in the beginning she is still passed out
You paid half already!
A bar named Smirk Smirk Smirk and a
Jerk shack named The Gut and again no clothes
A square of foam to pad her back
Again no clothes
A carpet sample to pad her back
Dunk dunk! Who is it?
Smile donut
For lip liner: pee pee and rubber tubes
Smile donut, smile and then DON’T!
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Loner, loner Right, right
So I was just standing there and standing there and
Standing there and waiting, and waiting
But like as a mother…
Daddy-O Daddy-O
Is that you my prize pig?
I am sorry I left you out in the pasture to die
He was such an asshole baby who
Terrorizes all the kids in the neighborhood
How does a pig even walk back into the house
Without even one not broken leg
Pigs are gross, well not you, you’re my pig
Um but yeah No mom
Um but yeah No dad
Um but yeah No sister
Noooooooo Nothing!
Glue in a bag, glue in a bag
It was so sweet and so disgusting
You’re going to fuck your favorite sweater
That if you wanted to be a human being
Then you had to eat garlic
You’re not my mom!
S.M.U.T. keep me company
Jump in Muther Fucker
What what what!
What if the bear was just a dumbass?
My three legged pig,
Now you really can’t get anywhere
Where Where Where…
And I am kind of dorky ass goof ball weirdo
So I can get why some people don’t like me
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The Wrong Thing
04:54
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Charismatic, a trapped rabbit
Carpet beetle, huhu grub, rice weevil
Flatworm, mealy bug, field cricket
Grass grub, caterpillar, head louse…
Utopia
I can’t bear what they say about you
Baptize a goat, sacrifice a goat
Let shove in our wrong as deep as it will go
Soft in the head and moth besieged
A life alarmed with you
Sheaf of wheat for flickings away
Sheaf of rye for flicks to come
No boat to back to where we came from
Days spent eating and only eating
Without ease and without reflection
Apples, artichokes, almonds, acorns
Asparagus, avocados, apricots
Pulled through the sand and yet not dulled
A life alarmed with you
Cinthya upon the throne
All the cubes and squares go home
Sit by me and do the wrongest thing
Boom the like We
And Bunny and Pink are We
Boom go that cars thee
Cars the like We
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Mary Turner Mary Turner
03:48
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Mary Turner, Mary Turner
Mary Hattie Graham
19 years old and pregnant
Hazel Turner, Hazel Turner
Murdered by a lynch mob
She declares his crime a crime
And running for her life
She is, she is captured, captured at Folsom Bridge
Gasoline and motor oil smeared on her clothes
She is hung up by her ankles from a tree
A match is struck and she is set ablaze
Mary Turner, Mary Turner while still burning
Mary Turner, Mary Turner while still alive
Split open with a knife
Unborn Child falls from her womb
From her womb onto the ground
Looking up, looking up
The first and only light it ever sees
The flames, the flames of its mother’s burning, burning
Reaching out, reaching out
The first and only loving touch it receives
The falling ash of its mommy’s hair on fire
The baby, baby cried in the dirt
Quieted, quieted by a boots heel
Mother and child, mother and child
999 more bullets from the crowd
Mary Turner, Mary Turner buried where they were murdered
A cigar stuffed in a whisky jug, a whisky jug to mark the grave
Fuck your guns, Fuck your wars
Fuck your truck, Fuck your flag
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Fade cream, all erased
I can’t remember who you are
Hear and taste all erased
I can’t remember who you are
The Simone Hotel…
Guard! Guard!
Light a candle, pull the handle
You are erased
And now sow bugs the size of real sows?!
Dear Dr. Duck,
What’s the solution for people like us
Long Gone Harmonica, Boogie Woogie Clair
Sleepy Pee Wee, Junior Little Buddy
Jelly Roll Cacao, Geeshee Purple
Champion Kitty
Light a candle, pull the handle
You are erased
It would be twice as good
If you lay down on the track
Half for the trash, half for the hornets
It could be four times as good
If you lie down there again
A quarter for the gooseberry bush
A quarter for the gooseberry bug
It was the clarinet that made you deaf
Not the coming train Connie…
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Normal Love
03:38
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What have you become?
I can’t say so
Yet run full-on to
Run towards nothing
No, Yes, Yeah, No
Yes, No, What, No
Normal Love
Sprinkle goofer dust
Spill Chum-Churum
Secrets of the Psalms might uncross anything
No, Yes, Yeah, No
Yes, No, What, No
Normal Love
I want to pretend, but I cannot pretend
That you don’t want me to speak
Nor to blink
That you don’t want me to feel attractive
Nor feel pride
I think in the end I don’t need to feel pride
Normal Love
I think I have shown you
I don’t need it to be fair
I think I have shown
I don’t need you to be kind
Just let me pretend I have something to lose
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