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What were you doing there?
So un-anxious to be liked
Maybe because you were tired
And the world was in your way
I had walked them home
My only friend, my only love
There were none like them
None, none and none
Rough Dreams
More than enough dreams
Rough dreams
N’er to rest, n’er to be
In all, or all or at all
N’er to cease, n’er to breathe
Roughened Dreams
Prelude to defeat
I have only ever been special to you
You were so much more than only special to me
It’s not having something evil endure
As it is never having something good
The only years that meant a thing
Bewilder every and all days
The flip of two ugly, useless, purposeless cards
Guide me to walk o’er the dune
To dig up your Rumpus Room
Without any questions
You were to end at a horrible end
Without, withouts
Nor a cloud in the sky
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2. |
I Cannot Resist
03:29
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There you were, then there you weren’t
Unable to be unsure
Then unable to be
And I cannot resist
Staring into your face
Thinking, God what have I done
And the litany of unacceptable kisses
And I cannot resist
The fruits of passion, such a hassle to clean up
Two idiots, unbored with love
And I cannot resist
You’d prefer you had
A routine
Line of mouth but not me
You’d rather you had
Everyday
Nostril shapes but not me
Bong bing bonk-o bung
A head rolling down the stairs
Bing bong bonk-o bung
Here is hoping the booze give you a wild sleep
And that your mysteriousness-ess
Remain
More hot than sad
I cannot resist
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3. |
The Grifters
03:12
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To’ve writ the words, I promise you
Then as a slur, I promise you
To hold the gift of thoughtfulness
To excuse the act of crushing it
As you know I’ve been called a liar
And so I know what I a lying person does
To whisper self-servingly o’ thy tears
Then to demoralize the one who took a chance on you
To invite my heart to be sewn
Then to BOO
At it as a gag
As you know I’ve been called a liar
And so I know what I a lying person does
But I’m also a friend unlike you
And know what a friend will do too
Too much has deflowered as more than enough
To seize off of me
The slip of self love
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4. |
Goodbye For Good
04:16
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For certain the world doesn’t need you
Plants find you disgusting
Their benevolent keeper
They would grow from your cracking jaw
if they could get there
You think they are beautiful
They are waiting for you to suffocate
Goodbye for good
A sandwich bag of barbiturates
In an empty yogurt container
Hidden beneath a little stack of bricks
Beside the basement water heater
Porcupine, Platypus, Pelican
Octopus, Ortolan, Opossum
Wish for nothing more than that you and you and you
Were gone
Goodbye for good
The world doesn’t need you
It could have been anything
Without your curious fingers
Caressing the meadow
Patting the chaos
Bergamot, Marigold, Daffodil
Hyacinth, Dahlia, Woodland Phlox
Azalea, Barrenwort, Goodbye for good
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A waddle back to the pool
A needling to
Gouge the way you ride away
From how you is
2 or 3, 4 or 6, 8 or 9, 10 or 12
Unloved is not a poor way to rebel
OH NO
Jiggle jiggle back off a mule
A horsing to
Fast and loose is one thing
It is everything
10 or 12, 9 or 8, 6 or 5, 2 or 3
Despised is not a poor way for to be
Mein Bikini liegt auf Tannennadeln
Ich bin aufgewacht und hab mich über einen Spalt gehockt
Ich hab gedrückt und gedrückt
bis endlich ne Papierrolle mit Namen rauskam und da standen
alle drauf, die an meiner Qual ihre Freude hatten
Die Rolle hab ich an nem bewachsenen Felsen abgewischt
und in das andere Loch gestopft, da wo’s hingehört
Es hat überhaupt nicht wehgetan und wird niemals wehtun
(My bikini lay on the pine needles
I woke up and crouched over the pit
I pushed and pushed until finally out came the scroll
Up on which was listed the names of everyone who
Had ever found joy in my distress
Wiping it off on a lichen covered rock
I crammed it right up the other hole where it belonged
It didn’t hurt at all and it never will)
Thanks a million, HEY YOU! Thanks a billion!
OH NO
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Pills like a maracas
You don’t care who hears
It costs a lot, to feel this cuckoo
What is a faith, without a crisis
Just let them be, as a crisis
No posture, bad posture
Flaming Hot Cheetohs, Fuego Takis,
Rumpus rumpus room room
Black black blue blue blue blue
Rumpus room Krampus room
Electric black black black blue blue
Don’t do it
Accused of being pretty
Never smile never cry
Don’t do it
Fingers castanet-ed
Lovelessly chalked, lovelessly dried
Don’t trip on your skates
You cough a lot
Don’t you want, to openly like me
A coconut hits you on the head
Old phone, needy and around
Chili Fritos, Original Bugles
Unwrap a cutieeeeeeeee
Goodness Gracious vs. Gorgon
Samuel Little vs. Little Debbie
Wixaritari vs. Walker Comma Kara
Krampus vs. Rumpus Room
Rumpus Room
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7. |
Fuzz Gong Fight
03:47
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Only a book from behind
Pop pop pop from behind
There is no ice in my drink
Sitting on you to come back
Least of them least of all you
Dolly who happened to you?
Renounce to renounce anything
Candy is everything
There is no ice in my drink
Pop pop pop from behind
Daddy, all at once
Just for once
Anywhere anyway
Daddy, all of you
Just for you
You don’t want you to stop
I don’t care
Let him lay down in your lap
Dampening everything
A lap that is not meant for love
Rake the nits out from your hair
Pick it out, pick it
There are no nits in my drink
It’s good to see us again
Everyone says you look good
Grinding out everything good
The distance between you and me
You never made a record I liked
A lap that was not meant for love
Pop pop pop pop you and me
All at once
Just for once
Any towne, any way
Daddy all of you
Just for you
You don’t know what I want
I don’t care
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A barbershop mushroom of blonded hair
Two stomped upon children dressed up as parents
All of us always humiliated
All of us always tightened in fear
All of us always a scream
All of us always shy, shy, shy
I dream of someone else entirely, I dream of someone else entirely
You said to me, “When I think of this family and who is in it, how is that supposed to make me feel about myself?”
A punishment bottle of hot sauce
Complete and totaled insanity crudely assembling one life
All of us always odd
All of us always nite peoples
All of us always quiet as a breech
All of us always waiting awake
I dream of someone else entirely, I dream of someone else entirely
To’ve yelled in my little face,
“It sounds phony when you say ‘I love you mom!’”
All of us always whipsawed
All of us always bewitched by shade
All of us always dis-considered
All of us always together alone
Burst apart by the knuckles of jockeys and merchant seaman
I dream of someone else entirely
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9. |
One Hundred Years
06:26
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(lyrics by Robert Smith)
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10. |
A Classic Screw
03:19
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So they may be glued
Marrow to marrow, cheek to cheek
The hound’s leg broken across
Lashed to shatter… but unleashed
A braid, uh-huh, of his hair-brained-ed hair
A red pepper, the jar, yeast
Black flame lit to top
Lashed to shatter but uh-huh unleashed
Why protect the person who hurt you?
Why so they can do it again?
Morrigan - repel, warp, release, dinge
Send back the wrong heaped over me
To him
Run out cartoonish oblivion
Fundamental sorrow to bequeath
Purposely made to unfit
Lashed to shatter but unleashed
Candyland toward candyland
Minnie Mouse leap!
You have set to a-wavering a thoughtless mind…
Lashed to shatter… ya da ya da
Send back the wrong heaped over me
To you know who… A classic screw!
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Rats are loyal to the Earth
Dung beetles are loyal to the Earth
You are less than the rat
And rats will eat anything
Children and dogs
Unable unsure unhappy ungood
Wherever it is, it bothers me all the time
Whomever it is, it bothers me all the time
Whichever it is, it bothers me all the time
Whatever it is, it bothers me all the time
Cries of freedom, cries of pain
Nothing ever free, nothing free of pain
Caracaras are loyal to the Earth
Coconut crabs are loyal to the Earth
But you are less than
Than a crab
Not fine enough to delite
In the glaucous field
A knife, a fork, a bottle, a cork
Cries of freedom, cries of pain
Everything is free, everything is pain
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12. |
Saint Dymphna
04:04
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Getting used to battery,
Getting used to getting through it
Consequence of no consequence
If any calm, a calm despair
Each nite is stupid
Callous, severe
Each nite is out of control
Brutal and cruel
Headphones turned up
Cuckoo and bright
Scream into the flickering void
Black lipstick, no eyebrows
Black pharmacy hair, no safe place to stay
You’ve tried to run before
And you will try again
He is not what you are
His life is not the end
Caring not for thorns
But the thorns are always there
Wail as you lead the way
Maculate to immaculate
Each day, ludicrous
Cuckoo and bright
Each day preposterous rot
Brutal and cruel
Volca turned up
Callous, severe
Riot into to glittering space
Black trench coat, no bus pass
Black pointed shoes, no safe place to stay
You’ve tried to run before
You will try again
This is not what you are
This life is not the end
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13. |
Knock Out
02:56
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Knock out, a knock out
Fouled tomato at the gate
Knock out, a knock out
Why did I go out, hey hey
Knock out, a knock out
Wrists affixed to the stake
Knock out, a knock out
Incredible to love you
Eyes, out a cage
Frock, divorcee
Thighs, disarray
Light black, all the way
Knock out, a knock out
No matter what I take
Knock out, a knock out
When did you get out, hey hey
Knock out, a knock out
To be fleeing unrestrained
Knock out, a knock out
Inconsiderate to love you
Eyes, out a cage
Frock, divorcee
Thighs, disarray
Light black, all the way
The rosette spoonbill flying pink
Into a yellowed tangle of the cypress dome
Killing a scorpion with an orthopedic tennis shoe
Against your hotel room tile
A crude and inaccurate drawing of
Your feet and ankle and ankle brace
Shaking up and chucking bottles of Vincentka
Off the balcony at a burning star
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Run away, get away, Roberta
Disobey? Obey?
Curare, curare
To claim… what?
Unashamed of pain, a bottle of rum
In the ways of a dream
Meaningless to believe
In a rage as a habit
Oh that is were a dream
It was nice, when you were nice, Roberta
Tonite and today, San Josie, San Jose
Rebuff… whom?
Ricochet the pain, a bottle of rum
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15. |
ANTS
00:15
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Little ants, take a chance
When you dance
It could be the last dance you ever do
It could be the last dance you ever do!
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