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The Performer
03:50
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I bit your neck on the mezzanine
I tasted blood, then bit down again to make all the clearer
So you looked down to see who noticed me
But no one did, so you hurried back inside to the mirror
Screamed for the mirror
Oh, let it comfort them
Oh, let your dramaturgy
Soothe as a balm for them
Lathering, healing, hurting
I smash your house with a wrecking ball
Now you're confused, now you're furious, and now you're in mourning
So much emotion! Who can take it all?
Oh, it's your life! Every moment you're awake, you're performing
Here's to performing
You part your lips to speak and all else disappears
You're here so all can feel your joy and taste your tears
Curtain's up
Oh, let it comfort them
Oh, let your dramaturgy
Soothe as a balm for them
Lathering, healing, hurting
Oh, let it come for them
Oh, let your screechy keening
Sear like a bomb for them
Oh, that they ever really knew
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2. |
Mouth of the Century
01:05
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I’ve got the mouth of the century yapping at me
Keeps on asking for my passwords
None of your business, mouth, you got me?
I’ve got the mouth of the century chewing on me
Says I taste like manicotti
Biting my back while calling me "lardass"
Chomping my flesh while laughing at me
I’ve got the mouth of the century spitting on me
He follows me everywhere
Crashed Tom’s funeral, puked in the casket, then licked all the programs
This mouth’s embarrassing me
I’ve got the mouth of the century smirking at me
So I tape it to the dashboard
Drive to library, find an old copy of Life Magazine to slap it on
Mouth, stop bothering me
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3. |
Good Morning
03:34
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Good morning to you
Good morning, it's Sunday morning
I'm slightly confused
You cut to me with no warning
Good morning to you
The job isn't overwhelming
I've done this for years. There's no wrench in the gears
They'll make do
Good morning to you
So early to have my bearings
It's all I can do
To start the charade of caring
From the top, I miss a lot
Like who they are, and what they want
They think the world will fall apart?
Oh god, it's all so boring
Good morning to you
There isn't a point to straining
There's little to do
And they'll never stop complaining
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4. |
Pity Party
04:12
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Bellhop wax man weekends in winking wind dad-ass slacks fan safety-pinned hologram sad-sack catch can binging on Benzopam half-hack flash pan whinging in epigram pent-up afghan mannequin's gabbing twin MacBook ashram mumble-grin riffing in chapbook flim-flam sagging limbs craggy skin wild-eyed lapsed fan dithyram the circular saw mind-hops line line line line the pity party coveted fobbed lockbox crime crime crime crime the city guarding liminal laws signed on fine fine fine fine their busy bodies feeding the maw wind-ups line line line line the pity party the circular saw mind-hops line line line line the pity party covetous dogs ramrod find find find find the kitty carting liminal laws signed off I'm I'm I'm I'm the pity party
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5. |
Who Are You
03:46
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Mind the sliding door
Who are you?
Have we met before?
Who are you?
Are you meant to be here? Is it destined, or coincidence?
Have we met before?
Who are you?
Tell us why you're here
Who are you?
Is this your career?
Who are you?
Let me turn the tablet. Twenty minutes and we'll know you well
Tell us why you're here
Who are you?
Who at your church?
Who with your passwords?
Who when relaxed?
Who on your guard?
Who with your kids?
Who in your office?
Who in the booth?
Who with your card?
Mind the sliding door
Who are you?
Tell us what you're for
Who are you?
No one wants you more
Who are you?
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