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It Slinks!
03:50
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In the corner of your eyes, you see
the crisp of wilted hair,
sitting in the dark, open face,
eyes so still, a spider could make an error.
The trick is to see and not see it as your, well...
The trick is not to notice.
(It slinks!)
I know how this must look
(It slinks!)
but oh I swear to God
I am not a, well…
not that.
Devenir une la la la n'en fait pas une folle canard
je pense que trouveras, tu fils de pute,
saloperie de ta mère, putain!
Walking down the street I see
the hero of my youth,
head to shoes in screaming red
and a look of crosseyed hell.
He says “I got a revelation.”
He says “bro, you're a Moses.”
Hey says “Meet me at Turkey Pond,
I'll tell you all.”
I call a friend with a gun,
just in case.
(It slinks!)
I know how this must look
(It slinks!)
but oh I swear to God
I am not a, well.
not that.
Look, could a lunatic do this?
I know, in the corner of your mind…
but no, there are other reasons.
Another life, another time,
I still would have, still...
I am not no I am not no.
Look sweetie, it’s very simple: I’m a transsexual, I'm not crazy.
(It slinks!)
I know how this must look
(It slinks!)
but oh I swear to God
I am not a, well.
not mad.
I know you think I’m fraying,
that I’ve finally let go.
that I always would,
that it slinked for me like it did for them.
Fuck you. What cracked was not my mind.
It was a callus on my soul.
Oh baby can’t you see,
The gentle ways I'm whole.
I’m not crazy,
I’m just a la la la, la la la la la la.
In the corner of your mind,
I know you think I’m wrong,
So let me tell you honey,
Go fuck yourself into hell.
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2. |
Mako
03:53
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What’s the melting point of bone?
I’m just asking while I wait for Mako.
Wait stop tell me, man on the street,
tell me, what did you see, and then what did you see?
Because I don’t know what you see.
Socrates, what is a woman’s shin?
Draw me like one of your forms.
Socrates, do you think I’m pretty?
I’m just waiting for Mako
What's the waiting list for one more chance?
You could paint the Sistine on brick,
And god knows I’ll try.
You could fit a whole woman in these ribs,
but no one will grow inside of me.
But hey, let’s not dwell, no I’ll just wait for Mako.
And in the meantime, I’ll just wait for Mako.
I’m just waiting for Mako.
We're just waiting for Mako.
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3. |
Marlowe
03:45
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I've seen you around before Marlowe,
but I've got some new eyes on me,
and I’ve gotta say, your manners
are looking pretty fresh.
I know mine are even fresher.
Let's try this on for size:
what did my father tell you about the chauffeur?
Come on Marlowe,
I've got what you want, what you need,
what'll crack this thing wide open.
But do me a favor:
keep my father out of it.
Bet you're wondering what I'm doing
in a place like this.
Bet you didn't think you'd see
my viper's glance on a mug like this.
Don't be mad, don't you think it suits me?
Actually no, give me a raw deal.
Make me a little afraid darling,
I think that's the missing touch.
Come on Marlowe,
I've got what you want, what you need,
what'll crack this thing wide open.
But do me a favor.
keep my father out of it.
You look so much better from this side of the haze.
Don't you think I look so much nicer from this side of the haze?
Really, sugar? You think I didn't know who sent that letter?
Well, that's not the only surprise I have in store for you I'm afraid.
Make soft little hills on my arms
with your terrifying hands.
Rattle me out of my body.
Make me tell you the truth.
I want so very much to tell you the truth, Marlowe.
Just keep my darling father out of it.
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4. |
Paisley
05:43
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Close my eyes, touch my skin, and luxuriate
in the body in my head.
Call upon the angels to make me
a softness braced in paisley.
Don’t you think it’s too late to realize
something is so…has…will…is too late
to be so very, very wrong?
Somewhere in the sharp of the night,
she gives me leave to explode
and become that ugly bird.
Somewhere in the back of my life
I knew this weight was provisional.
that I could be buttressed
in my own lightness.
Don’t you think it’s wiser to know and accept
that you’re just one of God’s own wretched slobs?
That not everyone was made to like themselves?
That you can fashion a man from spare parts
if you can live with the rot?
Somewhere in the sharp of the night,
she gives me leave to explode
and become that ugly bird
Somewhere in the back of my life
I knew this weight was provisional.
that I could be buttressed
in my own lightness.
Take me to where you want to go.
Melt me to bone.
Don’t let me not know.
Ok. Ok.
Touch my eyes, open my skin, oh fuck, hello.
I’m gonna sow my own face
reap my own hull;
I will delight in myself.
I’m gonna know my own grace
leak out of my skull;
I will delight in myself.
And in the flow of all things,
deep of myself,
I will delight, I will delight.
And in the flow of all things,
the deep of myself,
I want to be alive.
And in the womb in my head,
I feel little hands reaching.
She steps forth, warlike, of good health.
She scans the wasted fields to find me,
so we, the mother of each,
child of each, may see
the warm breeze through the olive trees.
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