1. |
Kuluctoo Jimmy Al
03:01
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i've got a little magpie that comes outta me
and when he pops out he makes the tissues bleed
and then i see inside of me what i've become
when you hear this song you're bound to think
that i'm quite dumb...
'cause i've got radioactivity in my brain
i hail from three-mile island yet i shant complain
because i lobbied for a pension and now i'm on the bum
scores of trippy visions, drugs to keep me numb.
i'm a model space-cadet for our time
like our world my hands are out of time
but i've got a mite more staying power than exxon
to my final rest i'll go singing this song....
i've found a little magpie pops outta me
though i'll never be a woman, this is my menstrual bleed
and so i gaze inside of me to what i've done
when you hear this song its me you'll want to shun...
'cause i've got radioactivity in my brain
i hail from three-mile island yet i shant complain
because i lobbied for a pension and now i'm on the bum
scores of trippy visions, drugs to keep me numb.
McKenna's date certain, drugs to keep me numb...
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2. |
Bury Me At Median
01:39
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3. |
Desire III
03:32
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i want to write a song about the unspeakable
this is the pain of loving the unreachable...
impossibly strong attraction, moral putrefaction?
or just a sensitive heart responsive to beauty
grissette i wish you knew me
perhaps you think me empty
you can't see that i'm really
not your sister brother or your father mother lover...
i'm not your lover...
will not utter profound distress
denied desire that burns i confess
when my interest i can no more disguise
i meet a stand-off in your eyes...
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4. |
Picture of PB
02:00
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5. |
CoCreate the Horror
03:42
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Matilka, you lost your family
its a shame that it couldn't be
so very different an ending
your pain joins mine, its blending...
let me hold your hand
sad dreams of your clan
Germans had a plan...
it was complete, its our deceit
a piece of meat, deny our defeat,
its a sad couldn't be
when you lost your family
is it possible pain is blending?
is it possible a different ending?
i know why you can't talk about it
i know why never to joke about it...
Fascists had a plan
for last remains of your clan
so let me hold your hand...
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6. |
A Spork Blend
01:41
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7. |
Toy Boy (muses calm)
03:42
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stay up all night and don't resist the fright
that stays in your bones as expressing the knows
of another spring's misery, deftly wrapped as tragedy
that loses strength as so oft repeated
you'd muse variety so as not to feel cheated...
i'm not your toy, certainly not your boy
you glance to flirt, eyes cross my shirt
i wish i was inert, deep in the dirt...
a fine empty pad and cage the possible had that
keeps in your history, erase any mystery
of another squelched romance,
sadly wrap the missed chance that
tempers dreamt the masturbation,
you'd muse the calm, only cessation...
i'm not your boy, certainly not your toy
eyes cross my chest, glance gives no rest
your gaze that hurts, eyes cross my shirt
i wish i was inert, deep in all dirt.
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8. |
Little Bubbles
01:44
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9. |
30 Escalations
08:13
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he's not a boy, she's not a woman, he's not a boy...
the peripheral explanation requires satiation
that's never arriving, i'm not contriving...
limitless faces, leaving their traces...
i don't want you to pick up the tab
you're so sorry you missed me
is it more than gift of gab?...
reflections in disconnections...
if you see the drone of voices
away from far-off distance
you might hear colors of choices
in missed language of the instance...
its complete, its deceit
we are meat in defeat...
Cris, its you i'll miss...
not just cold feet, already misery complete
surface sheen is what's desired
just as well for rest long ago expired...
the warm touch of flesh not to match
the common stuff he shant enjoy
what's vital's missing, disattach
or create a way, not a boy
or create a way, not a boy...
he's not a boy, she's not a woman, he's not a boy.
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10. |
intermission
00:20
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11. |
The End of 36
05:46
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the peripheral explanation requires satiation
that's never arriving, i'm not contriving...
limitless faces, leaving their traces...
i don't want you to pick up the tab
you're so sorry you missed me
is it more than gift of gab?...
reflections in disconnections...
if you see the drone of voices
away from far-off distance
you might hear colors of choices
in missed language of the instance...
its complete, its deceit
we are meat in defeat...
Cris, its you i'll miss...
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12. |
Aphelion 8
01:36
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13. |
A Deviated Boy
02:05
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abject lies in cold eyes, minimized
abject lies in cold eyes...
you were the you in the family hive
you're still so sorry you missed me
a passion as hurtful i wish to climb
faraway another day there i'd stay
faraway another day there i'd stay...
the normal things he can't enjoy
warm touch of flesh not to catch
or create a way not a boy
what's vital's missing disattach...
he's a deviated boy
the simplest things he won't enjoy
you'll say he likes his women coy
and they him with cold look can destroy
and they with cold look can him destroy...
he dreams at night of her beneath him
her passion then owned, not to please him
yet in sheer number a feeling problematic
caught between himselves, a repetition thematic...
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14. |
Night Things
02:47
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15. |
You Had The Chance
03:06
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or passive subconscious in attack
yet passionate desire, you in fact...
working hard on detachment
consciously damage last bit
of disguised infatuation, boring affectation
and/or jettison expectation of...
Cris, its you i miss
what you thought disdain
was really purely pain...
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17. |
Elegy II
02:31
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Bowie, we're gonna miss you
please pass the tissue...
though we love you
there's nothing we can do...
we're gonna miss you...
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18. |
Vista
02:36
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19. |
Yes, You
01:50
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almost lost among thoughts confused
in ridiculous chaos that i once believed true
can you believe me when i tell you that
the songbird has remembered her words...
and the mind is born again...
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20. |
Adversary
02:40
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21. |
Suicide Note
03:22
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all much better with me not around
hence this note by now you've found
i know as always you vehemently disagree
blessedly never spending a day as me...
recall spring rain, spent on a chain
visit San Blas, can't regain loss
private history, intricate mystery
human degradation, lacking cessation...
and so in ripened chaos of pain
i sat down in front of a train,
secure in your understanding...
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Matthew Embry/The Technical Difficulties Radio Show Fresno, California
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