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Something's off
this diamond in the rough
A theatre-geek's Greek ideal
arm's-length, head wrong
Possession is aggression
and he's of the mind to get
ground to the rind
That's fine, as far as I'm concerned
They'll live with what they have learned.
The Meanies, a legion, gleaming
Don't express yourself
Those snakey ways borne deep in each
unsmiling face
Summon some grace, meet me halfway.
A meal to the metal
And a call from the sluice
Spew loose from the kettle.
Those first few moment of death
in character - off set
My warbling is marbling
in peopled purposelessness
What could be worse than this?
X walked
so Y could run, but where were they when
you were having your fun?
The Meanies, a legion, gleaming
Don't express yourself
Those snakey ways borne deep in each
unsmiling face
Summon some grace, meet me halfway.
From bow to hull
How I'd love to lose weight in my skull,
and now it can't take much
I am just as afraid as I was on the first day
The Meanies, a legion, gleaming
Don't express yourself
Those snakey ways borne deep in each
unsmiling face
Summon some grace, don't express yourself.
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2. |
Live A Little
04:20
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By this time tomorrow,
we're to be married, Harry.
But before we agree there's some things
I'd like to see.
Don't get me wrong, I think you're a real swell guy
But what kind of wife would I be
to let you watch your life pass by?
I'm only looking out for your self-esteem -
and I'm also giving thought for our memories:
Won't you live a little?
Hon, we've always talked about growing
old and grey
But there's so much time to spend before
we get to those days.
The world just keeps changing all the time
And I'd hate to have to leave you so far behind.
I'm not saying that I would, I just have a lot of dreams
And they don't all involve choosing kitchen schemes
Won't you live a little?
I've gotta say, you're looking awfully glum
As I make my way toward you to the
organ's hum
Every little thing's perfect for our special day
The vicar is lost in the rites, but I
just look up at your face.
We've been through a lot - but there's no stopping us
And with me by your side - I'll keep you on your toes
and with any hope
we'll both live a little.
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3. |
The Bar Bore
03:29
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Fish me through
the split in your fist
I know the answer, but you're not gonna like it
It starts at the back of your heart
recessed at the meat's wilted crest.
You never feel like a bad friend, hand-in.
Grates abrade - 'all daylight's a waste.'
When you get burned,
when songs go unheard:
'How hot do you think it was
going down with the bird?'
'Are you afraid of magic?' (Nervo-saurus Rex)
'Well it's a shame how my story is ending.'
Someone from the sky sent -
all of our regrets to him.
'As a rook, I took chances no one else took
with each person I'd meet, just one more in
a thick of wrong trees.
And my throat's raw and torn from barking.'
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A Furnace
04:15
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Rinsing the rest of the retch
from my hands,
I now see the appeal of these poetry slams.
Is this guy bothering you?
He wonders 'bout your nightmares; in mirrors.
Scorched earth leading
back to my birth, but I'd stow
away
my love so light
the rest of my days in his coign embrace.
"Hey mammal!" spat the squid-kids
and the whole of my life followed
suit with this.
People don't want art, and I don't blame them
I give them something else - some bad
feelings to shelve.
And on the face of
that precipice
where will I plant a kiss;
the last I have to give?
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