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Hey Ma (Who Goes There?)
02:08
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Hey ma, don't you have any stealth?
In God's own bush to stash your secret wealth
Can't you row out to the foggy island?
Can't you lean on the broken wall?
Can't you make any effort at all?
Who, who
Who, who
Who goes there?
Hey ma, won't you knock on the gate?
When it comes to Push, Shove will feed you a plate
Of sausage pearl strings rich and rare
Of charcuterie and milk and honey
Of weird butchery and silk and money
Who, who
Who, who
Who goes there?
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2. |
Work Is Not a Wolf
01:34
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"Potatoes, potatoes!" I heard you call out
As the lobsterbacks crested the hill
Potatoes were with us in the fires of Lamonte
And in the sandpaper grass of Castille
Potatoes were there when we took Santa Fe
When the Spaniards grabbed ankle and split
By the time we got to Idaho
As far as the eye would go
Potatoes were anywhere you'd spit
Work is not a wolf
Work is not a wolf
It won't run off on you
Into the woods
I followed potatoes as far as they'd lead
And I arrived at your glorious door
I always did hate those content looking lovers
But potatoes have led me to you
And that means that you're mine
And so is happiness
Work is not a wolf
Work is not a wolf
It won't take off on you
And run into the woods
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3. |
The First Time
02:03
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The first time I married for money
The second time I married for drugs
The third time I married for honey
The fourth time it was all about hugs
The fifth time I married for glory
The sixth time I married for brains
The seventh time I married her body
The eighth time I married her games
The ninth time I married for wisdom
The tenth time I married for heart
Eleventh one I married I immediately buried
The twelfth time I married for art
By number thirteen I was tired and unhinged
All number fourteen could do was cringe
The fifteenth time I married for a place to put my treasure
The sixteenth time I married she gave me esthetic pleasure
The seventeenth time I lost every dime
But it was still not as bad as the eighteenth time
The nineteenth time I married a log
The twentieth time I fell in love with a frog
By twenty-one I was feeling things were slowing
By twenty-two I forgot where I'd been going
The twenty-third time I fell in a well
The twenty-fourth time I bought us a farm
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4. |
Nail Me
02:28
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Hold me in your tunic, press me to your heart
Tear the meat of crocodiles eating me apart
Show me to your vestibule, strand me in your door
And tell me I don't need to run no more
Tell me I don't need to run no more
Chew me like a sirloin, eat me like I'm pork
Stab me with your knife, babe, pin me with your fork
Stand me up inside myself, turn me inside out
Tip me and pour me out
And then you tip me and pour me out
Love me like a terrorist, take me to your mom
Show me to your therapist and say I did pogrom
Eat me out from crevices, coax me out of holes
And mount me crucified on poles
Mount me crucified on poles
Feed me to your cherubim, drown me in your tears
See me from a perspective of cold hard fear
Say you'll be my nurse and maid, say you'll be my friend
Say whatever you gotta say
Starve me of your intellect, starve me of your heart
Act like my shit ain't nothing, blow my apple cart
Love inside this language ends in slavery
You might as well nail me to your tree
Might as well nail me - nail me to your tree
Might as well nail me now, nail me to your tree
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You've got to be joking when you claim that you love
As though there is no reality, no all-seeing heaven above
Your suntan is leaking, some love potion reeks from your breath
You can only love those who have been made nothing by death
You love getting hit by a car
You love getting hit by a car
When I was with you, it felt like falling because you were so empty
And not in a Buddhist way either. Don't even tempt me
To tell you about what I think of the way that you live
I wanted to be nice to you, but I just cannot forgive
The way you loved getting hit by that car
You loved getting hit by a car
Everything good to you is a weapon
And everything bad is where you make your home
You thought you were punishing me when you decided to ghost me
Laughable! You did me a favor and it made you look bad mostly
Go float off in your toxic bubble, go murder your friends
So no one is left anymore to care how your story ends
You'll probably love getting hit by a car
You're gonna love getting hit by a car
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6. |
I'm Him
02:43
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When he's out for a stroll
If I'm not in control, I hyde
You'd never know I'm there
I'm always on the deep inside
My destiny is clear
I'm doomed to rot in here
And dream of suicide
I am the dark for him
My master and my twin - he hates
The part of him that's me
He keeps me locked behind his gates
I temporarily
Can force my way part free
By overpowering him
And brutalizing people
I'm ugly so he fucks me like a jackal
He wants to starve me, stone me, freeze me out
I'm him, but he just cannot come to terms
I live inside his cage
My bitterness is justified
I am his secret rage
The loneliness he can't abide
And if the world doesn't want me
Then it can go to hell
My hopes and dreams are at the bottom
Of your deepest well
I'll use him to commit
Crimes of which you'll acquit
Me, while convicting him
I'm hungry so he sucks me like a jackal
I'm poison so he wants to spit me out
On his spotless linen I'm the sperm
In his eden apple I'm the worm
I'm him but he just cannot come to terms
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I saw you sitting in the hotel bar
C'est naturel, n'est-ce pas?
C'est naturel, n'est-ce pas?
I got your number from the hotel register
C'est naturel, n'est-ce pas?
C'est naturel.
I figured out the window of your hotel room
I will be seeing you soon
Babaduwah, hey
I've always wanted this exact adventure, now
You continental frau
I'll get to you somehow
A bad boy intellectual nervous smart-ass jew
That's just the kind of do
I'll bet that you're into
I'm gonna burst upon you like an autumn gust
A paroxysm of lust
Babaduwah
I type this little story on my telephone
As I walk home
Just how I like - alone
There is a woman there who's good to me
Sees what there is to see
And makes me want to be
I've been to Turkey, Panama, Saigon, Senegal
Now I'm in true love's thrall
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8. |
Struggle And Suffering
01:52
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Thanks for the silencia
Thanks for all the tears
Thanks for making totems of your fears
Thanks likewise for making sure
There was narrow aperture
Why not sew your eyes shut altogether, dear?
Terror and suffering
Not playing buffering
Guilt trips and grievances
That's what you think is love
My mind is full of poison
My heart is full of glee
You're in the dark, you're peering, but you can't see me
My cup it overfloweth
My life is full of woe
You've got the time to listen, but you can't know
Trouble and suffering
Hunger and poverty
Heartache and misery
That's what I think is love
Depression and suicide
That's what I think of love
There ain't nothing left to prove
We both know when you make one wrong move
I'm a swarm, extreme about my hive
You know this thing ain't got no legs
We're just here because we need the eggs
But how do you propose to take me alive?
Champagne and misery
Struggle and desperation
Constant humiliation
That's what we make of love
Torture and treachery
Libel and lechery
Betrayal and deceit
That's what we've made of love
Paranoia, claustrophobia, asphyxiation
That's what we call love
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9. |
Mirror, Mirror
02:30
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Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the president after all?
The question in my nerves is lit
I know there is no answer fit
Mirror, mirror - either, or
In or out, it's always war
There's a hellbog in my soul
That makes my self too hot to hold
If I whip up enough contempt
Might I from loving be exempt
Fractals - everything I do
You multiply my evil too
Mirror, mirror all around
There's nowhere to go to ground
You're the sky and I'm the sea
Mirror, mirror, mirror me
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10. |
Everything Melts
03:11
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All the rocks are going to melt
All the docks are going to melt
All the mountains will be pebbles
No more lofty than a spelt
All God's children are going to melt
Indonesian, Maori, Celt
Whatever cards that you've been dealt
You'll be the dust that feeds the spelt
Streets of houses are going to melt
Mom and dad are going to melt
The atmosphere will pulverize
No more day and nighttime skies
Lava, lava everywhere
You'd have magma in your hair
If you had any, but you
Will be deader than a shoe
All the cars are going to melt
All the stars are going to melt
Every wall that stands must crumble
Every bridge is doomed to tumble
All the countries and their gelt
It's all just kindling for the smelt
Whatever you might have thought you felt
Everything is going to melt
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11. |
Cakes
02:46
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We eat the cakes
The baker makes
He feeds us all
We bow and scrape
We can't escape
The wrecking ball
United States
Appreciates
The strong and silent type
The friendly geek
We eat the cakes
The baker makes
To plug our leaks
We eat the pies
The Lord supplies
We play our role
We're not religious
And we want no benefits
We just have a soul
Another mile
Another smile
Another posture to deflect the truth
The naked hero
The dolled up zero
The Edwin Booth
He twists no arms
Employs no charms
It's him you need
We eat the cakes
The maker bakes
We are the mouths he feeds
Now it's dark
We must believe the spark
The choice is made
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Potatoes are you planted into the soil
Where you sprout subterranean eyes
They're every invader your flesh has absorbed
Whose dead carcass rots where it lies
Potatoes are in when all others are out
They're why you're who you are when you're old
They give you the blood
Wash away all the mud
And you glimmer more splendid than gold
Work is not a wolf
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Dan Veksler Brooklyn, New York
Dan Veksler is a songwriter, composer, producer, and multi-instrumentalist living in New York City.
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