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"At Night Trees Aren't Sleeping"

"At Night Trees Aren't Sleeping"


Everything is falling apart, yes I am
Watching me watch birds watch people.

I wear my bowtie to bed,
Because I'm waiting for the gorgeous young man
Hiding in the spaces.
That darkness hides gorgeous young men.

Everything is falling apart, yes I am
Watching me watch birds watch people.

If we are only waiting here to die.
At least let me put my arms around you.
Why try to keep it from myself,
When it feels so good to sing about love?

Everything is falling apart, yes I am
 
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"Authentic Pyrrhic Remission"

"Authentic Pyrrhic Remission"


So much violence in my head
How are we still alive
The condition is under control
(No it's not, don't you ever stop buying that air)
I love how we're learning from each other
You are such an positive
You're so empowering
Left in your hands, I'm quite simply a different instrument
And you're the only one that ever put money on me
You think that I'd forget so easily
You can emit a charge that's (to die?)
I know we're of the same tribe
The Fall's the most productive season
Still a crippling fear as we (conceive?) and we're slightly (moribund?)
So naturally I want to help you and invoke the architect of salutary needs
Architects are present with divine mechanics, but oh how we're tyranized by
tentacles of their theorized to ability that's all so disappointing
(Sheer difference)
I love how we're learning from each other
You are such a positive
You're so empowering
In your hands, I'm quite simply a different instrument
And you're the only one that ever put money on me
How to advance transhuman singularity
I love how we're learning from each other
You are such a positive
You're so empowering
In your hands, I'm quite simply a different instrument
And you're the only one that ever put money on me
You think that I'd forget so easily
I love how we're learning from each other
Everytime I listen to my heart
Just get hurt
Until this afternoon, I was a nomad
No country would call me its son
I'd be a refugee, but I have no substance
Asking for papers, I have none
Until this afternoon, I was a pariah
Amoral, chased, kicked, and hit
Hunted even in my dreaming
But there was no crime I did commit
Until this afternoon, I was an exile
And now that word is obsolete
The ontonations know concept of ego
Our illumination is complete
 
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"Baby"

"Baby"


I'm so glad I have you to think of,
To channel all my loving energy into.
Even though my feelings aren't returned,
And in time I won't think about you this way,
That still doesn't stop me,
If just for now, wishing we were each other's baby.
I feel these emotions for you still I know
There's no way that you're the person
I imagine you to be
I don't know if it was chance,
or if this happened by fate.
I don't expect you to feel the same,
But if you did, well that would be great.
Minutes can make memories that last a life time.
I distort my minutes of beauty
into something that they're not.
These things don't stop me,
If just for now, wishing we were each other's baby.
 
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"Barely Asian At The Beefcake Horizon"

"Barely Asian At The Beefcake Horizon"


When I was looking for the rainbow
Staring at the gorilla
I thought we'd share some sundae
oh but you ate it all

And I was so scared to fall
but you were some kind of domino

And it was easy
so easy
so easy
to care
when you were always there

it was easy
so easy
so easy
to care
easy when you were always there

But now you know I'm not so friendly
and all my friends are alone
 
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"Bassem Sabry"

"Bassem Sabry"


Look at our electric guitars
And, if not for the good people weeping
All we'd hear is sounds of our horses dying
But I'm not 'bout to start crying about it
It must be fairly normal
To devolve into cycloptic brooding
As the genocidal massacres you rubbed
Over some perceived sedition
Insecurities of men messing everything up again
(Oh, a show wrote in sparrow in the gales, only)
I'll never follow no kind of master's voice
The mutinous tramp of cold voltage crucifiction is my conduit
[Chorus:]
I just watched my hero fail
Now I'm in a dark and violent funk
Every leader is a cellophane punk
If you hear me say "yeah!" (Yeah!)
"Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!)
There must be a softer vision that you could kick to
In this aureate gloom, I assume
Both sides are embarrassingly backwards in their thinking
Bearing no one to side with, none I want to defend
(So the mute-minded search, silly in love)
People disappear on the wrong side of this revolution
When they resurface, there's a black hole in their skull
People disappear on the wrong side of this revolution
When they'll return, all their childhood memories are dead
I'll never follow no kind of master's voice
The mutinous tramp of cold vulture crucifiction is my conduit
[Chorus:]
I just watched my hero fail
Now I'm in a dark and violent funk
Every leader is a cellophane punk
If you hear me say "yeah!" (Yeah!)
"Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!)
I'll never follow no kind of master's voice
The mutinous tramp of cold voltage crucifiction is my conduit
[Chorus:]
I just watched my hero fail
Now I'm in a dark and violent funk
Every leader is a cellophane punk
If you hear me say "yeah!" (Yeah!)
"Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!)
Yeah!
I believe in witches
I believe in you
I believe in witches
I believe in you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you
I believe in witches
I believe in you
I believe in witches
I believe in you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you
 
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"Belle Glade Missionairies"

"Belle Glade Missionairies"


Belle glade missionaries are here to steal your cocaine
You better send your malaria to puncture their brains and
Send them back to where they came from
Send them back to their savannas of disease
From your first psychotic episode to your drug induced schizophrenia
It's your dysphoric mania that makes you so likable
And everybody want to save you
Save you just for themselves
They're letting children get blown up in their schools today
So they can get them back into their factories
You know it pains me to see you all being so betrayed
But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter
Doesn't matter!
My fever must be high because these bitter winter winds
Have made the bones in my jaw go hollow
And there's a sense that there's a prowler on the prairie
Leaving hair on the walls
We helped to flatten the sounds that bound down Dolores St.
And my greatest fear released into someone else’s consciousness
And now it's theirs to contend with
Ah but still there's these razors to pretend with
They're letting children get blown up in their schools today
So they can get them back into their factories
You know it pains me to see you all being so betrayed
But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter
Doesn't matter!
I have the sense you want to be
The female Henry Miller
Cynically referring to your lovers as your pricks and
Exploiting other people's madness
on Nexus
You claimed to have called out to me telepathically through all archaic mediums
But I never once heard you so
I think you were just lying againI feel like I've been Becket's Molloy-d
Like something nature people avoid
Like all my talent's been destroyed
Like I'm a para-spectral voice with no choices at the present
Still there's a value in things unpleasantWell you post naked gif's of your epileptic fits
And keep track of your hits
And your friends don't give a shit
And view your fugues with amusement
Of all the evil in the universe there are no victims only participants
They're letting children get blown up in their schools today
So they can get them back into their factories
You know it pains me to see you all being so betrayed
But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter
Doesn't matter!
I can't trust my instincts lately
They don't feel organic
They feel more synthetic
They feel more synthetic
More synthetic
Synthetic
 
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"Black Lion Massacre"

"Black Lion Massacre"


My creator appeared to me in the form of a black lion
She checked my temperature to make sure I was ready
It was one oh six point seven
She preferred point eight, but couldn't wait
I rode her to the arena
There she licked my foot to rehydrate me
Left me pleading in the dirt
The ministers went silent
Drank milk powders
Spilled some on the infants,
to begin their rites
People slaughtered each other out of joy
People murdered their pets
Pissed on each other
Masturbated in their front yards
Vomited in public fountains
Gouged out the eyes of reptiles, and mutilated fish
Then prayed deeply, and watched as their bodies transformed
Rejoiced to the process
There were rainbows everywhere
Everywhere
 
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"Bunny Ain't No Kind Of Rider"

"Bunny Ain't No Kind Of Rider"


Saw her at Go kissing girls, what a shock
Said "You must be an artist"
She muttered her reply
I was judging her friend as the DJ played a Dead jam
No one wants to dance, they're outside
Smoking cigarettes
Matthew was there, yes
He gave me the eye, saying "It doesn't kill to try"
Then blue lights all around

Eva, I'm sorry, but you will never have me
To me you're just some faggy girl
And I need a lover with soul power
And you ain't got no soul power
Eva, I'm sorry, but you will never have me
To me you're just some faggy girl
And I need a lover with soul power
And you ain't got no soul power (you ain't got no soul power!)
No, you ain't got no so-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ul...

She lead me outside to the church with the swing
There I was, her confessor
Her come on made me blush
Was her crush for the night?
'Til I screamed -
"Stop! Hey! You must be aware I'm not alone
I've got a tigress back at home
And besides, you wouldn't know what to do with me"
And under the blue lights you see them gossiping, gossiping, gossiping, gossiping, gossiping, gossiping!

Eva, I'm sorry, but you will never have me
To me you're just some faggy girl
And I need a lover with soul power
And you ain't got no soul power
Eva, I'm sorry, but you will never have me
To me you're just some faggy girl
And I need a lover with soul power
And you ain't got no soul power (you ain't got no soul power!)
No, you ain't got no so-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ul...
 
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"Buried With Me"

"Buried With Me"


Writing your name in the fog on my bedroom window
Speaking to voices of her in the dark
I know that there is nobody here
so why am I crawling on the floor
Its a lonely life
One that warps me with each minute that passes
One that I really shouldn't share
It's better if I'm not aware that I won't succeed
that my dreams will be buried with me
 
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"Butterscotching Mr. Lynn"

"Butterscotching Mr. Lynn"


I like you cause you look like a giraffe stretching out it's neck to get to
fruit in a tall tree. You're always occupied with girly things your room is
filled with girly posters of teen idols and roller coasters and funny things
like that you've got a red and purple striped stuffed animal cat that takes up
half the bed. I like to pretend you're made out of a-
drawbridge operator's favorite radio program "argh, you're listening to 81.3 sound of the sea" while I'm training troops in parachutes how to act froufrou so when their seargents return from butterscotching Mr. Lynn they can do the charlston while I paint the face of Private Fontaine on his enemies face and do the same to him until the ballrooms filled with soldiers wondering if they like them selves and all are forced to forgive and forget
 
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