I see it, girlfriend
I got so lucky with you.
Yes I feel you strutter
I got so lucky with you
so freaked out and depressed
but now I see how I was so blessed,
So blessed with you girlfriend
I know there ain't no one person that everybody else in the world
hates on, wants to die,
sometimes I do think it's me,
like I'm in a fight simulator and I am crushing the birth of any potential memory
I’m still way erect for you, not going to lie
you cured me of my death anxiety, only took you two tries
the head scene dropped the vaccine, and I've chosen a very powerful penance
I know it girlfriend I got so lucky with you
I feel ya' strutter I got so lucky with you
so hammer on guitar for who you are
with me being your straight up only solid number yeah
I see it girlfriend I got so lucky with you
I feel ya' strutter I got so lucky with you
so tweaked out and depressed but now I see that i was blessed
So blessed with you girlfriend
I want to prove to you I've advanced in varna
I can’t even pick up that brahmin signal any more
I can’t cope with such an abstract blackmail domination spasm
although it makes a temporary difference
I’m really not your possession, I am just your friend.
still there’s an invisible suture that keeps me in my seat next to you till the end.
I made a wish that I really shouldn’t have
cause when it came true I didn’t know what to do with it
are we to blame for our dreams?
I see your progress as a predator just like everything else
we spoke of frontal lobe regression, this is not one of those
I know it girlfriend I got so lucky with you
I feel ya' strutter I got so lucky with you
so Cristal mimosa fizz for what you is,
with being your one solid lion-hearted brother yeah
Girlfriend I got so lucky with you I feel ya' strutter
I got so lucky with you
So freaked out and depressed but now I see that i was blessed,
So blessed with you girlfriend
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Varna is the main division in the Hindu caste system.
Brahmin is the religious caste in Varna.
Our Riotous Defects
you are such a crazy girl
and I don’t know why I even tried to make you love me
I want it babe but you are just a
crazy girl you are such a crazy girl and I don’t why
I even try to help you
when I first met you at that al-anon meeting
you made that reference to “All Your Goodies Are Gone”
and even sang a verse, I was amazed how husky your singing voice was.
I wanted to talk to you so badly but I didn’t know how to come on because
you’ve got that kind of beauty that makes people nervous
I know it’s fucked, but before we got together I even hooked up with one of your cousins
just to feel somehow closer to you
because I knew like you guys were best friends and you talked everyday
and it was thrilling to touch something that had touched you.
In my head you were like this goddess, but, in fact, you’re just a
crazy girl
You’re just a crazy girl
I don’t know why I even try
to understand you (can’t stand you)
your ass is crazy girl
you are so crazy girl
and I don’t know why I even try
to relate to you (can’t wait for you, it’s too late for you)
my god I should have realized, on our second date
when you dragged me into the bathroom at Tanika’s house
and screamed at me for like twenty minutes
cause I had contradicted you in front of your friends,
I was like “oh”
and then later that night at my apartment
as punishment you killed my beta fish
just threw it out the window
I did everything I could to make you happy
I participated in all your protests,
supported your stupid little blog,
got a bowflex, wore colored contacts to match your dresses,
whatever your eyes caught I bought,
still we fought
like Ike and Tina but in reverse
cause you’re so crazy girl
you’re just too crazy girl
and I don’t know why I even try to understand you
well... I think you’re crazy girl, you are so crazy girl
and i don’t know why I even try to make sense of you
oh tell me why,
someone tell me why my heart's real weird for you still
I was like crazy fan over you
like I’m all star struck over you
like I’m getting handcuffed over you
now it’s only fucked up
Janelle Monae:
my frame works in constant confusion
I can’t peel away the flowers of this psychic disturbance
and our riotous defects
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*Al-Anon provides support for relatives of people following the Twelve Step Program.
*All Your Goodies Are Gone is a song by influential Funk supergroup Parliament. It was first released as a single by soul/doowop group The Parliaments in 1967, as a followup single to their only hit (I wanna) Testify. This group later became the funkband Parliament and they "covered" a lot of their early singles on later albums (also on Funkadelic albums). The 1974 version (video below) might be considered the definitive version though, since Up for the downstroke is the first lp by Parliament as the p-funk band it was until 1981. [Thanks to Freek for the details!]
*Tanika is... either a real person or a made-up name...
Ike and Tina Turner are the most famously abusive couple in the history of popular music. Ike's punishment for beating up his wife was to have to see her become one of the most succesful performers of the 80s.
and I don’t know why I even tried to make you love me
I want it babe but you are just a
crazy girl you are such a crazy girl and I don’t why
I even try to help you
when I first met you at that al-anon meeting
you made that reference to “All Your Goodies Are Gone”
and even sang a verse, I was amazed how husky your singing voice was.
I wanted to talk to you so badly but I didn’t know how to come on because
you’ve got that kind of beauty that makes people nervous
I know it’s fucked, but before we got together I even hooked up with one of your cousins
just to feel somehow closer to you
because I knew like you guys were best friends and you talked everyday
and it was thrilling to touch something that had touched you.
In my head you were like this goddess, but, in fact, you’re just a
crazy girl
You’re just a crazy girl
I don’t know why I even try
to understand you (can’t stand you)
your ass is crazy girl
you are so crazy girl
and I don’t know why I even try
to relate to you (can’t wait for you, it’s too late for you)
my god I should have realized, on our second date
when you dragged me into the bathroom at Tanika’s house
and screamed at me for like twenty minutes
cause I had contradicted you in front of your friends,
I was like “oh”
and then later that night at my apartment
as punishment you killed my beta fish
just threw it out the window
I did everything I could to make you happy
I participated in all your protests,
supported your stupid little blog,
got a bowflex, wore colored contacts to match your dresses,
whatever your eyes caught I bought,
still we fought
like Ike and Tina but in reverse
cause you’re so crazy girl
you’re just too crazy girl
and I don’t know why I even try to understand you
well... I think you’re crazy girl, you are so crazy girl
and i don’t know why I even try to make sense of you
oh tell me why,
someone tell me why my heart's real weird for you still
I was like crazy fan over you
like I’m all star struck over you
like I’m getting handcuffed over you
now it’s only fucked up
Janelle Monae:
my frame works in constant confusion
I can’t peel away the flowers of this psychic disturbance
and our riotous defects
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Al-Anon provides support for relatives of people following the Twelve Step Program.
*All Your Goodies Are Gone is a song by influential Funk supergroup Parliament. It was first released as a single by soul/doowop group The Parliaments in 1967, as a followup single to their only hit (I wanna) Testify. This group later became the funkband Parliament and they "covered" a lot of their early singles on later albums (also on Funkadelic albums). The 1974 version (video below) might be considered the definitive version though, since Up for the downstroke is the first lp by Parliament as the p-funk band it was until 1981. [Thanks to Freek for the details!]
*Tanika is... either a real person or a made-up name...
Ike and Tina Turner are the most famously abusive couple in the history of popular music. Ike's punishment for beating up his wife was to have to see her become one of the most succesful performers of the 80s.
Coquet Coquette
coquet coquette you know I won’t forget
how you kissed me strange to prove you were mythical
oh my coquette you used my voice as your earthly vehicle
coquet coquette you know I won’t forget
how you hurt me twice to prove you were cynical
oh my coquette you are the death you are the pinnacle
with you I can only see my black-light constellations
and other shit I don’t think I have the language to say
I don’t want to catch you with some other guy’s face under your eyelids
something must be wrong
you give me emotional artifacts that can find no purchase
coquet coquette you know I won’t forget
how you sold me out to prove you were typical
oh my coquette you’re Herculean you are so miserable
coquet coquette you know I won’t forget
how you made me cry to prove I was dutiful
oh my coquette my teenage lust for you is so beautiful
with you I can only see my black-light constellations
and other shit I don’t think I have the language to say
I don’t want to catch you with some other guy’s face under your eyelids
something must be wrong
you give me emotional artifacts that can find no purchase
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Hercules is a Roman demi-god, often associated with the notion of physical strength and virility. He is also well-know for his Labors.
how you kissed me strange to prove you were mythical
oh my coquette you used my voice as your earthly vehicle
coquet coquette you know I won’t forget
how you hurt me twice to prove you were cynical
oh my coquette you are the death you are the pinnacle
with you I can only see my black-light constellations
and other shit I don’t think I have the language to say
I don’t want to catch you with some other guy’s face under your eyelids
something must be wrong
you give me emotional artifacts that can find no purchase
coquet coquette you know I won’t forget
how you sold me out to prove you were typical
oh my coquette you’re Herculean you are so miserable
coquet coquette you know I won’t forget
how you made me cry to prove I was dutiful
oh my coquette my teenage lust for you is so beautiful
with you I can only see my black-light constellations
and other shit I don’t think I have the language to say
I don’t want to catch you with some other guy’s face under your eyelids
something must be wrong
you give me emotional artifacts that can find no purchase
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Hercules is a Roman demi-god, often associated with the notion of physical strength and virility. He is also well-know for his Labors.
Godly Intersex
too high too fast, going to break our necks
everything about you screamed of godly intersex
nothing of thirds, berdache,
no human tracks, the new forms were germinating
I saw your aureole wax
we danced for victory
we danced for mom’s misery
we danced for miscarriages
we danced in garbage too
you, everybody’s stoned about you
everybody’s thrown about you
everybody’s stoned about you
I was running from home to school
to home trying to keep my parents together
heir to their chaos there was such pressure to score high
so I had to drop it
as if I stood a chance after my uncle’s suicide
everybody looking at me to succeed him as the family’s golden myth
while all my identity mutations were being dosed by books and all the drugs I tookto prove I was brave but I was so afraid of the depths without measure
you are my greatest treasure
yeah I had like zero pleasure until you excused me from your archetype
you, everybody’s stoned about you
everybody’s thrown about you
everybody’s stoned about you
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The Berdache, or two-spirit people, are Native Americans who are/were said to house both a male spirit and a female one. You could go as far as saying that they indeed represent "the Godly Intersex."
Obviously they now are the subject of many gender studies theses, but to get a good overview of what berdache represents, head over to this blog , which explains it way better than I ever could.
everything about you screamed of godly intersex
nothing of thirds, berdache,
no human tracks, the new forms were germinating
I saw your aureole wax
we danced for victory
we danced for mom’s misery
we danced for miscarriages
we danced in garbage too
you, everybody’s stoned about you
everybody’s thrown about you
everybody’s stoned about you
I was running from home to school
to home trying to keep my parents together
heir to their chaos there was such pressure to score high
so I had to drop it
as if I stood a chance after my uncle’s suicide
everybody looking at me to succeed him as the family’s golden myth
while all my identity mutations were being dosed by books and all the drugs I tookto prove I was brave but I was so afraid of the depths without measure
you are my greatest treasure
yeah I had like zero pleasure until you excused me from your archetype
you, everybody’s stoned about you
everybody’s thrown about you
everybody’s stoned about you
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The Berdache, or two-spirit people, are Native Americans who are/were said to house both a male spirit and a female one. You could go as far as saying that they indeed represent "the Godly Intersex."
Obviously they now are the subject of many gender studies theses, but to get a good overview of what berdache represents, head over to this blog , which explains it way better than I ever could.
Enemy Gene
aren’t you sick of the con
not quite Homo-Luminous
they’re expecting so little
can’t feel the miracle
of zombies licking your window
for black body radiation
(Janelle Monae) :
love breaks the machine
everything is half apart--what can it mean?
how can I trust my fractious heart
knowing I have the enemy gene?
love breaks the machine
everything is half in dream--how can it be?
everything is born in shame
it’s not just me
particle wave duality
how can we ever evolve
when our gods are so primitive?
they destroy the film
they want to disable my system
looking for traces of a clean hit
if the end of the world has ever happened
this must be it
I’ve grown too strong that’s what they said
to keep my animal spirit
it empties me
now I’m vacant
love breaks the machine
everything is half apart--what can it mean?
how can I trust my fractious heart
knowing I have the enemy gene?
love breaks the machine
everything is half in dream--how can it be?
everything’s born in shame
it’s not just me
particle wave duality
I know that we’ll never survive
this little victory
love breaks the machine
everything is half apart--what can it mean?
how can I trust my fractious heart
knowing I have the enemy gene?
love breaks the machine
everything is half in dream--how can it be?
everything is born in shame
it’s not just me
particle wave duality
how can we ever evolve when our gods are so primitive?
they destroy our hope for peace
hope for love
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Homo Luminous is, according to the Mayans and a few new-age groups, the next step in Man's evolution. Only thing we have to do is wait...
Wave-particle duality is the concept that all matter exhibits both wave and particle properties. It's got something to do with quantum physics. That's the top and bottom of my knowledge on the subject. Next please!
Another physics term (and I am not qualified to explain it to you, but I'll try, in 3 sentences before my head "expires"). Basically a black body is an object that absorbs electro-magnetic radiations and radiates them right back (atcha? I hope not!) and for some reason (ahem) it has no color at all. Why would anyone care is quite beyond me, but I'm sure it's got some halfway practical explanation.
not quite Homo-Luminous
they’re expecting so little
can’t feel the miracle
of zombies licking your window
for black body radiation
(Janelle Monae) :
love breaks the machine
everything is half apart--what can it mean?
how can I trust my fractious heart
knowing I have the enemy gene?
love breaks the machine
everything is half in dream--how can it be?
everything is born in shame
it’s not just me
particle wave duality
how can we ever evolve
when our gods are so primitive?
they destroy the film
they want to disable my system
looking for traces of a clean hit
if the end of the world has ever happened
this must be it
I’ve grown too strong that’s what they said
to keep my animal spirit
it empties me
now I’m vacant
love breaks the machine
everything is half apart--what can it mean?
how can I trust my fractious heart
knowing I have the enemy gene?
love breaks the machine
everything is half in dream--how can it be?
everything’s born in shame
it’s not just me
particle wave duality
I know that we’ll never survive
this little victory
love breaks the machine
everything is half apart--what can it mean?
how can I trust my fractious heart
knowing I have the enemy gene?
love breaks the machine
everything is half in dream--how can it be?
everything is born in shame
it’s not just me
particle wave duality
how can we ever evolve when our gods are so primitive?
they destroy our hope for peace
hope for love
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Homo Luminous is, according to the Mayans and a few new-age groups, the next step in Man's evolution. Only thing we have to do is wait...
Wave-particle duality is the concept that all matter exhibits both wave and particle properties. It's got something to do with quantum physics. That's the top and bottom of my knowledge on the subject. Next please!
Another physics term (and I am not qualified to explain it to you, but I'll try, in 3 sentences before my head "expires"). Basically a black body is an object that absorbs electro-magnetic radiations and radiates them right back (atcha? I hope not!) and for some reason (ahem) it has no color at all. Why would anyone care is quite beyond me, but I'm sure it's got some halfway practical explanation.
Hydra Fancies
how 'bout you my new favorite thing?
I heart you though don’t know you very well
I really hope that this summer you will change your pursuit
I throw my guns down for you
how 'bout you my new favorite thing?
their flashbulbs burn my irises
but still I love to see you upon your pedestal
I just love to see you win
oh when they torture you
it’s like standing on a dragon’s tongue
they flashed your pretty nightmare on the sky when I was playing your card
kissing your deaf son
how 'bout you my new favorite thing?
will you have me in your orbit evermore?
I know it’s work to cope with my dementia and stuff
but I’ll throw my guns down for you
how 'bout you my new favorite thing?
today I planted some flowers in your name
I am trying to build a freak flag empire for three
cause I just love to see you win
when they experiment I will become your surrogate
I really can’t conceive of any balance in my future anyways
the coma is poisoned
you’ve rattled me, there’s uncontrollable sensory reactions on infinite defeat
I’ve so much to tell you and it can’t wait till you’re born again
I heart you though don’t know you very well
I really hope that this summer you will change your pursuit
I throw my guns down for you
how 'bout you my new favorite thing?
their flashbulbs burn my irises
but still I love to see you upon your pedestal
I just love to see you win
oh when they torture you
it’s like standing on a dragon’s tongue
they flashed your pretty nightmare on the sky when I was playing your card
kissing your deaf son
how 'bout you my new favorite thing?
will you have me in your orbit evermore?
I know it’s work to cope with my dementia and stuff
but I’ll throw my guns down for you
how 'bout you my new favorite thing?
today I planted some flowers in your name
I am trying to build a freak flag empire for three
cause I just love to see you win
when they experiment I will become your surrogate
I really can’t conceive of any balance in my future anyways
the coma is poisoned
you’ve rattled me, there’s uncontrollable sensory reactions on infinite defeat
I’ve so much to tell you and it can’t wait till you’re born again
Like A Tourist
I saw your movie tonight
I thought you were pretty good
I’m so happy that you’re doing what you want to
you go to your favorite dark place, think of the auto-da-fé
unicorns eating baby meat
there’s a dragon rape if you want one (one’s the loneliest number)
smokehood merlion, female erection,
you fetishize the archetype
Ha! you fetishize the archetype
don’t treat me like a tourist, let’s stay high on a negative wave
and paint it black just like the good times
don’t treat me like a tourist, let’s stay high
they break our hearts like it’s our birthdays, soak us in animal blood
I want somebody to frisk me
I want this night to distort me
but I didn’t come here just to see you dancing
no, or to admire your art
or try and cure your Androphobic heart
anyways I’m crippled inside
don’t treat me like a tourist, let’s stay high on a negative wave
and paint it black just like the good times
don’t treat me like a tourist, let’s stay ‘woke’ like Pharaoh >E.Badu
and paint it feral in our heads again
like when we were passengers
don’t treat me like a tourist, let’s stay high
they break our hearts like it’s our birthdays, soak us in animal blood
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Merlion is the name of the half-lion half-fish creature that symbolizes Singapore. (please note that of Montreal played in Singapore for the first time in 2009 - we have videos to prove it.
Another rolling Stones reference.
Erykah Badu is an American R&B singer/songwriter/producer who seems to be Kevin's favorite artist these days. At least in his TOP5. "Stay 'woke' also is a blatantly stolen phrase from Badu's track "Master Teacher" from New Amerykah Part One: 4th World War.
I thought you were pretty good
I’m so happy that you’re doing what you want to
you go to your favorite dark place, think of the auto-da-fé
unicorns eating baby meat
there’s a dragon rape if you want one (one’s the loneliest number)
smokehood merlion, female erection,
you fetishize the archetype
Ha! you fetishize the archetype
don’t treat me like a tourist, let’s stay high on a negative wave
and paint it black just like the good times
don’t treat me like a tourist, let’s stay high
they break our hearts like it’s our birthdays, soak us in animal blood
I want somebody to frisk me
I want this night to distort me
but I didn’t come here just to see you dancing
no, or to admire your art
or try and cure your Androphobic heart
anyways I’m crippled inside
don’t treat me like a tourist, let’s stay high on a negative wave
and paint it black just like the good times
don’t treat me like a tourist, let’s stay ‘woke’ like Pharaoh >E.Badu
and paint it feral in our heads again
like when we were passengers
don’t treat me like a tourist, let’s stay high
they break our hearts like it’s our birthdays, soak us in animal blood
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Merlion is the name of the half-lion half-fish creature that symbolizes Singapore. (please note that of Montreal played in Singapore for the first time in 2009 - we have videos to prove it.
Another rolling Stones reference.
Erykah Badu is an American R&B singer/songwriter/producer who seems to be Kevin's favorite artist these days. At least in his TOP5. "Stay 'woke' also is a blatantly stolen phrase from Badu's track "Master Teacher" from New Amerykah Part One: 4th World War.
Sex Karma
I believe we’re moving on up
your sex karma must be good
cause I’m funny for you
ain’t no body do me better
when you hit me I’m a cloud
baby, I’m a cloud
I feel my power is flickering
with you it's strange electronic reactions
Solange Knowles:
I know that you want to swing
run and touch my everything
cause I look like a playground to you, player
close your eyes and count to three,
I’ll kiss you where I shouldn’t be
cause you look like a playground to me, player
you are my only luxury item
anyone try to steal you
I’ll fight 'em
let’s go do some hide and seek
I know you are a little freak
you look like a playground to me, player
I was afraid to call you up
cause you were really hard to fly
on our first try
you took me centuries to master
in the next life I will have to learn you faster
I’m not a diamond, so you’ll flatter
cause we’re not slaves to physical matter
I know that you want to swing
run and touch my everything
cause I look like a playground to you, player
close your eyes and count to three,
I’ll kiss you where I shouldn’t be
cause you look like a playground to me, player
you are my only luxury item
anyone try to steal you
I’ll fight 'em
let’s go do some hide and seek
I know you are a little freak
you look like a playground to me, player
you look like a playground to me (8x)
close your eyes and count to three,
I’ll kiss you where I shouldn’t be
your sex karma must be good
cause I’m funny for you
ain’t no body do me better
when you hit me I’m a cloud
baby, I’m a cloud
I feel my power is flickering
with you it's strange electronic reactions
Solange Knowles:
I know that you want to swing
run and touch my everything
cause I look like a playground to you, player
close your eyes and count to three,
I’ll kiss you where I shouldn’t be
cause you look like a playground to me, player
you are my only luxury item
anyone try to steal you
I’ll fight 'em
let’s go do some hide and seek
I know you are a little freak
you look like a playground to me, player
I was afraid to call you up
cause you were really hard to fly
on our first try
you took me centuries to master
in the next life I will have to learn you faster
I’m not a diamond, so you’ll flatter
cause we’re not slaves to physical matter
I know that you want to swing
run and touch my everything
cause I look like a playground to you, player
close your eyes and count to three,
I’ll kiss you where I shouldn’t be
cause you look like a playground to me, player
you are my only luxury item
anyone try to steal you
I’ll fight 'em
let’s go do some hide and seek
I know you are a little freak
you look like a playground to me, player
you look like a playground to me (8x)
close your eyes and count to three,
I’ll kiss you where I shouldn’t be
Girl Named Hello
who’s your reggae woman now, do you even know?
I did a line with a girl named hello (I'm just kidding, yo)
who’s your reggae woman now, do you even know?
I did a line with a girl named hello (I’m just kidding, yo)
took an overdose, didn’t do shit
if I treated someone else the way I treat myself
I’d be in jail
if I treated someone else like the way I treat myself
I’d be in jail
anyways, boo boo, you’re a breakthrough, I love you like being kissed
and thank you for the wonderful birthday
who’s your reggae woman now, do you even know?
I did a line with a girl named hello (I”m just kidding, yo)
if I treated someone else the way I treat myself
I’d be in jail
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Obviously a reference to Stevie Wonder's Boogie On Reggae Woman, from his 1974 album "Fulfillingness First Finale"
I did a line with a girl named hello (I'm just kidding, yo)
who’s your reggae woman now, do you even know?
I did a line with a girl named hello (I’m just kidding, yo)
took an overdose, didn’t do shit
if I treated someone else the way I treat myself
I’d be in jail
if I treated someone else like the way I treat myself
I’d be in jail
anyways, boo boo, you’re a breakthrough, I love you like being kissed
and thank you for the wonderful birthday
who’s your reggae woman now, do you even know?
I did a line with a girl named hello (I”m just kidding, yo)
if I treated someone else the way I treat myself
I’d be in jail
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Obviously a reference to Stevie Wonder's Boogie On Reggae Woman, from his 1974 album "Fulfillingness First Finale"
Famine Affair
I don’t want you anymore
I don’t love you anymore
go away, go away, go away
you’re a bad thing, terrible thing
you destroy my head
you un-calibrate my skull
go away, go away
you’re a bad thing, useless thing
you marginalize me
you sabotage me
go away, go away, go away
you’re a bad thing, you horrible thing
you steal my light
you suffocate my life
go away, go away
you’re a bad thing, you miserable thing
like some childish demon that takes pleasure from its sting
you’re a bad thing, bad thing
bad thing
you act aloof
say that I’ll crawl back, you must be sick
thought she was my Annie Hall
or at least Ali McGraw
now I feel so wilted
It’s a famine affair
the whole attempt was shoddy
just to put trash in my body
he was nostalgic for the ground
hope down the drain
still flew to your tragedy in a glass-bottom airplane
looping like a retard
are you still playing the race card?
she said you’re not boring
I’m just bored with you
the psychology behind it is ruthless
wish it weren’t true
wish we weren’t so complicated
wish you weren’t so medicated
I don’t want you anymore
I don’t love you anymore
go away, go away, go away
you’re a bad thing, terrible thing
you don’t let me sleep
and when you do it’s just teeth falling out nightmares
go away, you’re a bad thing, useless thing
you marginalize me
you sabotage me
go away, go away, go away
you’re a bad thing, you horrible thing
you’ve been trying to make me ugly so you’d have a reason to leave
so you could say you were just like abandoning the ruins
bad thing, you miserable thing
like some childish demon who
keeps insects on a string
you are bad thing, bad thing, bad thing
you act aloof, say that I’ll crawl back, you must be sick
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Annie Hall is one of Woody Allen's most famous comedy.
Ali McGraw is an American actress whose most prominent role was in Love Story.
Check out Kevin's musings on Woody Allen.
I don’t love you anymore
go away, go away, go away
you’re a bad thing, terrible thing
you destroy my head
you un-calibrate my skull
go away, go away
you’re a bad thing, useless thing
you marginalize me
you sabotage me
go away, go away, go away
you’re a bad thing, you horrible thing
you steal my light
you suffocate my life
go away, go away
you’re a bad thing, you miserable thing
like some childish demon that takes pleasure from its sting
you’re a bad thing, bad thing
bad thing
you act aloof
say that I’ll crawl back, you must be sick
thought she was my Annie Hall
or at least Ali McGraw
now I feel so wilted
It’s a famine affair
the whole attempt was shoddy
just to put trash in my body
he was nostalgic for the ground
hope down the drain
still flew to your tragedy in a glass-bottom airplane
looping like a retard
are you still playing the race card?
she said you’re not boring
I’m just bored with you
the psychology behind it is ruthless
wish it weren’t true
wish we weren’t so complicated
wish you weren’t so medicated
I don’t want you anymore
I don’t love you anymore
go away, go away, go away
you’re a bad thing, terrible thing
you don’t let me sleep
and when you do it’s just teeth falling out nightmares
go away, you’re a bad thing, useless thing
you marginalize me
you sabotage me
go away, go away, go away
you’re a bad thing, you horrible thing
you’ve been trying to make me ugly so you’d have a reason to leave
so you could say you were just like abandoning the ruins
bad thing, you miserable thing
like some childish demon who
keeps insects on a string
you are bad thing, bad thing, bad thing
you act aloof, say that I’ll crawl back, you must be sick
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Annie Hall is one of Woody Allen's most famous comedy.
Ali McGraw is an American actress whose most prominent role was in Love Story.
Check out Kevin's musings on Woody Allen.
Casualty Of You
how could I tolerate looking you in the eyes
how you’ve evolved, no tears at all
it’s not fair, it shouldn’t be like this
you shouldn’t be so composed
I don’t know, should be more awkward
hate you for bringing this up,
making me feel what I know just isn’t true
you’ve ruined me, you’re a terrorist, I’m a casualty of you
your sister called today, heard the phone ring, really why should I answer?
she’s so critical
I wasn’t surprised to hear her single word message
just said “stop!”
you stole something from me
can’t say what, just know it’s gone now
everything is wrong
everything is wrong
everything is wrong
I’m a casualty of you
how you’ve evolved, no tears at all
it’s not fair, it shouldn’t be like this
you shouldn’t be so composed
I don’t know, should be more awkward
hate you for bringing this up,
making me feel what I know just isn’t true
you’ve ruined me, you’re a terrorist, I’m a casualty of you
your sister called today, heard the phone ring, really why should I answer?
she’s so critical
I wasn’t surprised to hear her single word message
just said “stop!”
you stole something from me
can’t say what, just know it’s gone now
everything is wrong
everything is wrong
everything is wrong
I’m a casualty of you
Around The Way
you say you just want to stand there and dim out
just gonna root there and space
sulk cause there ain’t nobody really doped about your inventory
absorb celestial articles from neutral stations
from the pain participants
and by far mostly neo-family break strike pattern strike break deface
when you get so quiet and depressed, hate it and I drop away again
can’t understand I want to die again
I’m out here in the swell getting fucked up trying to cure you
it’s so draining
really how can I help if you won’t talk to me?
thought you were around the way
not just a cliche
Nina Barnes:
Eg har aldri tenkt meg sanningi
som ein husfugl,
men um ho so vore,
kan du godt strjuka henne med fjøri
og ikkje jaga henne upp i ei krå
til ho snur ugleaugo og klør imot deg.
Andre held sanningi for
ei kald knivsegg,
ho er både
yin og yang,
ormen i graset,
og fuglekongen som lettar frå ørni
når hu trur seg høgst.
Eg har òg set
when you get so quiet and depressed, hate it and I drop away again
can’t understand I want to die again
I’m thrashing in the waves getting fucked up trying to cure you
it’s so draining
how can I help if you won’t talk to me?
I thought you were a lover friend
I’m your friend
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nina's spoken word part actually is the third stanza from a poem by Olav H. Hauge.
The poem was first published in 1961 as part of a collection called På ørntuva.
Here is what she had to say about it :
"my spoken part is from the poem “Sanningi” (the truth) of the norwgian poet Olav. H. Hauge. I felt compelled to use one of his poems, because they speak so truly of the nordic soul, or at least it feels like that to me. I wanted to write something myself, but it became too close in a way, and new-norwegian is such a powerful and poetic language - it just would work better than my “bokmål” - our spoken language, which sounded limp & contrived.
just gonna root there and space
sulk cause there ain’t nobody really doped about your inventory
absorb celestial articles from neutral stations
from the pain participants
and by far mostly neo-family break strike pattern strike break deface
when you get so quiet and depressed, hate it and I drop away again
can’t understand I want to die again
I’m out here in the swell getting fucked up trying to cure you
it’s so draining
really how can I help if you won’t talk to me?
thought you were around the way
not just a cliche
Nina Barnes:
Eg har aldri tenkt meg sanningi
som ein husfugl,
men um ho so vore,
kan du godt strjuka henne med fjøri
og ikkje jaga henne upp i ei krå
til ho snur ugleaugo og klør imot deg.
Andre held sanningi for
ei kald knivsegg,
ho er både
yin og yang,
ormen i graset,
og fuglekongen som lettar frå ørni
når hu trur seg høgst.
Eg har òg set
when you get so quiet and depressed, hate it and I drop away again
can’t understand I want to die again
I’m thrashing in the waves getting fucked up trying to cure you
it’s so draining
how can I help if you won’t talk to me?
I thought you were a lover friend
I’m your friend
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nina's spoken word part actually is the third stanza from a poem by Olav H. Hauge.
The poem was first published in 1961 as part of a collection called På ørntuva.
Here is what she had to say about it :
"my spoken part is from the poem “Sanningi” (the truth) of the norwgian poet Olav. H. Hauge. I felt compelled to use one of his poems, because they speak so truly of the nordic soul, or at least it feels like that to me. I wanted to write something myself, but it became too close in a way, and new-norwegian is such a powerful and poetic language - it just would work better than my “bokmål” - our spoken language, which sounded limp & contrived.
I am just using parts of the poem & it translates into something like this:
I never thought of the truth
as a domesticated bird (housebird)
but if she so was,
you could stroke her by her feathers
and not chase her into the corner
until she sets her owl eyes & claws in you.
Others, hold the truth to be
a cold knifes blade
she is
both yin & yang
the snake in the grass,
and the birdking that lifts off from the eagle
when she sets herself the highest.
I have also seen—- "
You Do Mutilate?
I need to mutilate
we’re going to celebrate our emotional poverty
give the answers all away
I painted my suitcase red for the reading
which only ended in conversation rape
all they want, genetic telephonic pills
until the Spanish kids got so ill
I was home-schooling with a knife in my shoe
never seen corpses act so cruel
the self brutality was oh so angular
I made him a potion in a newspaper cup,
smiled, gave me a shrug, said I was a fuck-up
now I see your face selling Chinese urine
she came over the fence
with an argument in her head, no empathy
escape strategy
I understood her
we were trying to share a genuine human moment
just like the way they do in movies
I’ve hit a wall with this suicidal depression
it’s not the star I’m trying to call
I’ve been standing on the strand far too long y’all
go ahead, go ahead!
what you want? somebody who will slap away your blindness?
what you want? somebody who would corrupt your heart with too much kindness?
salute to your Buster Rhyme-ness
I got a black fang in Chicago
my superwoman licked
I don’t need a refill of this shit,
I need something that works motherfucker!
I wondered were you flattered, I tried to get you drunk
I know you’re collecting disciples
I know you want to be the godmother of soul-punk
someday, someday
they’re all skyscrapers for you Jane
never use your given name
I want to set you up for a sequel
make you feel like promised people
I always knew you were special
your best friend told me he saw you crying
everybody wants to crescendo
take home a memento
we tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY
yet I still was their family secret,
a white symptom of some wilderness hate ceremony,
custodian for experimental post human relationships, in fact
we tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY ineffectually,
now I know I’m not allowed to show the pain,
not allowed to expose the pain
I still was their family secret,
a white symptom of some wilderness hate ceremony,
custodian for experimental post human relationships, in fact
we tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY ineffectually,
now I know i’m not allowed to show the pain,
not allowed to expose the pain
all the white people from my neighborhood are dead
all the black people have turned pink for the winter
everybody is searching for a cause
a reason to blow themselves up
could be anything
when will certain people realize
that an afterlife is nothing to live for
nothing to die for
nothing to fight for
if those in this life are not sacred
then nothing that is a part of it
is sacred either
if you think God is more important than your neighbor
you’re capable of terrible evil
if you think some prophet’s words
are more important than your brother
and your sister,
you’re ill
and you’re wrong
you’re wrong
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
* Busta Rhymes is an American rapper and actor.
we’re going to celebrate our emotional poverty
give the answers all away
I painted my suitcase red for the reading
which only ended in conversation rape
all they want, genetic telephonic pills
until the Spanish kids got so ill
I was home-schooling with a knife in my shoe
never seen corpses act so cruel
the self brutality was oh so angular
I made him a potion in a newspaper cup,
smiled, gave me a shrug, said I was a fuck-up
now I see your face selling Chinese urine
she came over the fence
with an argument in her head, no empathy
escape strategy
I understood her
we were trying to share a genuine human moment
just like the way they do in movies
I’ve hit a wall with this suicidal depression
it’s not the star I’m trying to call
I’ve been standing on the strand far too long y’all
go ahead, go ahead!
what you want? somebody who will slap away your blindness?
what you want? somebody who would corrupt your heart with too much kindness?
salute to your Buster Rhyme-ness
I got a black fang in Chicago
my superwoman licked
I don’t need a refill of this shit,
I need something that works motherfucker!
I wondered were you flattered, I tried to get you drunk
I know you’re collecting disciples
I know you want to be the godmother of soul-punk
someday, someday
they’re all skyscrapers for you Jane
never use your given name
I want to set you up for a sequel
make you feel like promised people
I always knew you were special
your best friend told me he saw you crying
everybody wants to crescendo
take home a memento
we tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY
yet I still was their family secret,
a white symptom of some wilderness hate ceremony,
custodian for experimental post human relationships, in fact
we tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY ineffectually,
now I know I’m not allowed to show the pain,
not allowed to expose the pain
I still was their family secret,
a white symptom of some wilderness hate ceremony,
custodian for experimental post human relationships, in fact
we tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY ineffectually,
now I know i’m not allowed to show the pain,
not allowed to expose the pain
all the white people from my neighborhood are dead
all the black people have turned pink for the winter
everybody is searching for a cause
a reason to blow themselves up
could be anything
when will certain people realize
that an afterlife is nothing to live for
nothing to die for
nothing to fight for
if those in this life are not sacred
then nothing that is a part of it
is sacred either
if you think God is more important than your neighbor
you’re capable of terrible evil
if you think some prophet’s words
are more important than your brother
and your sister,
you’re ill
and you’re wrong
you’re wrong
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
* Busta Rhymes is an American rapper and actor.
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