Post by Owen from Final Fantasy on Jun 20, 2006 11:43:14 GMT -5
Repeatedly I've been asked for them, so here they are, warts and all:
Cities Become Less Important
I had a shock when the whirring of the city street
It seemed to increase
I have a lock, I have a roof, a rug for my bare feet
Still, there is unease
Where I had swept the broken glass from the hallway floor
I acted too late
The city crept through the opening beneath the door
To lie in wait
Your jacking is keeping me awake
I'm telling you for the last time to roll down your sleeves
It's true, there's a hundred million boys that I could slime
If you let me leave
Carload Of Whatever
I'll never find a good enough wife
I've seen the diamonds in my skull
I'll photograph myself giving head
Or burn myself a new nose
Yeah, yeah, you got the drama alright
Yeah, yeah, you got the hurt, hurt!
Oh boy, oh boy, you're learning to survive
Surviving is what my parents do
Can't find a noose, can't find a razor, too good a swimmer
I'm out of poison, I'm out of patience, I'm anorexic
Come back here, come back here, I want your blood in me!
Daddy Needs A Daddy
You women always die later
And also are the first for varicose veins
Well, honey, I am looking fab
Would it amuse my son to know
That on the night of his conception
My jism thought its target was Cary Grant?
But Matt, don't let this fuck you up
You'll find a woman, settle down
I want to hold him in my arms
And cradle him until his hair turns grey
And cradle him until his heart stops beating
Behold! The Hands Of Men
All men are of singular desire
And all else will sink into water
All things will drown in dark water
When we men find our one desire
When I was sixteen, I had too much thought
And my mind made what my hands could not
When I was sixteen, I had too much thought
And my mind made what my hands could not
Divorce The Ones You Love
Their offices stretched out from Frisco to NY
And Michael said to Cora the GNP would fly
But Michael was a dreamer, his parents called him fey
And Cora's eyes were open for a change to come her way
So brush up your resume, boy, the union's going down
Brush up your resume, boy, the union's going down
Little Poop
Don't leave the house my son
They only want to get at your books
They'll call your name in the city street and tear your heart apart
Don't wander into town
The men there, they have hands of hooks
They'll break your fiddle in the city street and tear your heart apart
Although I know your voice can reach the clouds
You've become too peacock-proud
They'll make you wish you never opened that fucking mouth of yours
Don't wonder of these things
And whether they are right or wrong
They'll stone you, there, in the city street
With voices raised in song
Singing, oooh, little coup
Spalding Man
Spalding Man! We haven't tested those waters, man!
I can't touch that, so bad
I can't handle that, so bad
I can't wash that, so bad
That's why I like that, so bad
Thai bowtie is alive, even though you watched him die
It started out as just a little wandering thought
But now it's here and it's turned into dust
Luci On Her Birthday
This is the story of my beauty
He sat me down for a face-to-face
And said, "You're too possessed by your duties
"And pretty soon, I'm gonna leave this place."
And I said, "Every cell, every human step
"Is only waiting for their time of trial."
So sure I'm lazy that I haven't slept
And I've been sleepless for the longest while.
So I rented a camera
This is me when I'm 21
This is a life, free from drama
Although my death has just begun
What We Know As Buildings Have Always Been Canyons
All these men for all these years have been working for advancement
Now! Realize they got it wrong!
Construction is restoration and what we know as buildings have always been canyons
You've forgotten all the edges
These muddy walls are rocky ledges
This muddy lawn's a teeming jungle
The more developed -> the more feral
And what we know as buildings have always been canyons
Cities Become Less Important
I had a shock when the whirring of the city street
It seemed to increase
I have a lock, I have a roof, a rug for my bare feet
Still, there is unease
Where I had swept the broken glass from the hallway floor
I acted too late
The city crept through the opening beneath the door
To lie in wait
Your jacking is keeping me awake
I'm telling you for the last time to roll down your sleeves
It's true, there's a hundred million boys that I could slime
If you let me leave
Carload Of Whatever
I'll never find a good enough wife
I've seen the diamonds in my skull
I'll photograph myself giving head
Or burn myself a new nose
Yeah, yeah, you got the drama alright
Yeah, yeah, you got the hurt, hurt!
Oh boy, oh boy, you're learning to survive
Surviving is what my parents do
Can't find a noose, can't find a razor, too good a swimmer
I'm out of poison, I'm out of patience, I'm anorexic
Come back here, come back here, I want your blood in me!
Daddy Needs A Daddy
You women always die later
And also are the first for varicose veins
Well, honey, I am looking fab
Would it amuse my son to know
That on the night of his conception
My jism thought its target was Cary Grant?
But Matt, don't let this fuck you up
You'll find a woman, settle down
I want to hold him in my arms
And cradle him until his hair turns grey
And cradle him until his heart stops beating
Behold! The Hands Of Men
All men are of singular desire
And all else will sink into water
All things will drown in dark water
When we men find our one desire
When I was sixteen, I had too much thought
And my mind made what my hands could not
When I was sixteen, I had too much thought
And my mind made what my hands could not
Divorce The Ones You Love
Their offices stretched out from Frisco to NY
And Michael said to Cora the GNP would fly
But Michael was a dreamer, his parents called him fey
And Cora's eyes were open for a change to come her way
So brush up your resume, boy, the union's going down
Brush up your resume, boy, the union's going down
Little Poop
Don't leave the house my son
They only want to get at your books
They'll call your name in the city street and tear your heart apart
Don't wander into town
The men there, they have hands of hooks
They'll break your fiddle in the city street and tear your heart apart
Although I know your voice can reach the clouds
You've become too peacock-proud
They'll make you wish you never opened that fucking mouth of yours
Don't wonder of these things
And whether they are right or wrong
They'll stone you, there, in the city street
With voices raised in song
Singing, oooh, little coup
Spalding Man
Spalding Man! We haven't tested those waters, man!
I can't touch that, so bad
I can't handle that, so bad
I can't wash that, so bad
That's why I like that, so bad
Thai bowtie is alive, even though you watched him die
It started out as just a little wandering thought
But now it's here and it's turned into dust
Luci On Her Birthday
This is the story of my beauty
He sat me down for a face-to-face
And said, "You're too possessed by your duties
"And pretty soon, I'm gonna leave this place."
And I said, "Every cell, every human step
"Is only waiting for their time of trial."
So sure I'm lazy that I haven't slept
And I've been sleepless for the longest while.
So I rented a camera
This is me when I'm 21
This is a life, free from drama
Although my death has just begun
What We Know As Buildings Have Always Been Canyons
All these men for all these years have been working for advancement
Now! Realize they got it wrong!
Construction is restoration and what we know as buildings have always been canyons
You've forgotten all the edges
These muddy walls are rocky ledges
This muddy lawn's a teeming jungle
The more developed -> the more feral
And what we know as buildings have always been canyons
