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Good Wyrd

Teacher took my mother to watch me on the playground
I had a habit of climbing up a trash mound
stripping for a crowd of rowdy adolescents
in a parody of puberty and human evanescence

Wyrd
(Good wyrd)
Wyrd
That’s wyrd
What am I feeling?
Wyrd Good wyrd

I damn near died at the moment of conception
my-my-my daddy couldn’t keep his erection
but you’d never guess it to see me today
because I stand up straight like a typical gay

With flock of baby birds that are stuck in my mouth
I wanna gag and gag till they come fluttering out
I’m living with lock jaw and egg-shell cheeks
I keep dreading the day that they discover their beaks

(Refrain)

Gimme your wyrd, gimme your good wyrd
Gimme your fear, gimme your good fear
Gimme your tears, gimme your good tears

How to bake space: Pay attention to the batter!
Fluff it up good, whip it fatter and fatter
One part dust, detonated and scattered
and ninety-nine plus of a dark matter

But you shutter at the thought of a cook or a kitchen
ever since you were six you could smell the religions
boiling all the love into poisonous glue recruiting
the kids like cannibals do

(Refrain)

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AC / DC

They bended zinc into a miniature can
put carbon rods up in the back of a man
he’s licking his prongs, it’s shocking his tongue
he wanted a charged, but it’s making him numb
he don’t know AC from fucking DC

You get a body, but it isn’t for keeps
and every night you gotta die in your sleep
you’ll be excarnated, and still unaware
the seat of your soul is playing musical chairs
you don’t get AC from fluxing DC

Don’t give me AC and say it’s DC
which one will clutch me?
which will release me?
whatever AC,
whatever DC
don’t let it touch me
it won’t release me

They keep sweeping the starlight under the rugs
They keep doping the kids with these invisible drugs
They keep pumping the mud into the sockets and plugs
There’s a dictator born each time a teenager shrugs

(Refrain)

What is the sound of one hand slapping
your face before your parents were born

You don’t AC from fucking DC

(Refrain)

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April Showers, April Tears

April’s navel
Easter parade on cable
Lay still I’ll shave you
his hand slips beneath the under dog
she lets him
A steady hand can conjure the sun
from behind the cloud

April showers
we sat in church for hours
trading tales of communion
afraid of the site of blood
yet she loves the feeling
Who conjures who?

This one’s afraid to resurrect
We dangle carrots before the cage
rabbit licks its hind legs
and crosses to the puddle of urine
Pregnancy is a scent before anything else
some things should not be reborn
unless the process is most certainly immaculate

Ego taints the saints
the rabbit dies, she faints
He crosses the room,
calvary with bed posts
She sees him staring out the window
when she comes to
she beckons
He hesitates
and in that moment she knows
another child has been taught to fear God

She says
I love you but I cannot mother your fears
April showers, April tears

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Easter

In the midst of perfection
this princess starts bitching
In the arms of Elijah
this infant keeps twitching
this master that’s teaching
is a pupil repeating
this boxer loves headlines
but he couldn’t take a punch line

Somebody slap me
I can’t stop laughing
Suicide is back in fashion
All ascenders
end up sinking
makes Love wonder
what fear’s thinking

Two crows sit at your window
keeping a vigil over your widow
Two coins drop in a casket
over your sockets (bury that bastard)
Two-thirds ready for Easter
thinking you’re Jesus proving your Ceasar
ready for Easter

Right posture, right poses
too bad what’s under the robes is
Still cross-eyed in the witness
and searching for suchness
Back home, God’s diamond
puts a diaper on the daughter
of a Mystical martyr
who triggered a seizure
making believe that
his body’s a disease
He’s wishing for a World
where his vapor could thrive
giving up his life (as if he were alive)
He would have his wings
if feathers came from crutches
or that cushion he clutches

Somebody slap me
I can’t stop laughing
suicide is back in fashion
all ascenders
end up sinking
makes Love wonder
what fear’s thinking

Two crows sit at the window
keeping a vigil over your widow
Two coins drop in a casket
over your sockets bury that bastard
Two-thirds ready for Easter
thinking you’re Jesus proving your Ceasar
ready for Easter

In the eye of a white tornado
in the pit of a black volcano
In the palm of a human hand
there’s a grain of this quick-sand

[woman’s voice]

I’m just a girl with the planet inside of me
I’m the Daughter of Man but the Men have been fighting me
I bathed my brother and my brother ignited me
Divinity’s twins till some devil divided the
Goddess from the Hominid’s oddysey
I am I am what I am
I am an antidote to New Age philosophy
Ipecac to this mythic caprophogy

(Refrain)

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Dirty Purity

I’m in love with a homeless girl
who carved a cave into the World s
he crawled out all covered in blood
and dripped red seeds into the mud

filthy
deity

Shut up, shut up, shut up already
with the temple-talk you’re freaking me out

With the dirty purity

Back at first I bought it all
and then I fought it all
Finally, I forgot it all
but I’m not done not at all

It’s cryptic clarity

Would I, would I, would I scatter
if I just admit I’m already dead
Should it, should it, should it matter
that my mind won’t fit back in my head

Dirty purity dirty purity

Nothing moves and something switches
question marks and crucifixes

Odd how it was only eyelids
that kept me blinded from the light
in open obscurity

in the dirty purity

shadow over everything I dream as the “other”
shining back as everything when dreaming is over

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Parker Posey

Parker Posey, this is your movie
I know how believable you’ll be
That’s why you landed the lead
It’s ’Pretty Woman’ meets ’Clock Work Orange’
Yeah

Could you, could you carry the picture
with your, your delicate features
You play a daughter with a disorder
starving herself (she misses her mother)

Parker Posey, this is your movie

Parker, are you listening to me?
Posey, this is your movie
There’s only one rape scene
(it happens in a dream)
Yeah

Work up, work up a posture for me
Stand up, straight as an Oscar for me
You play a daughter with a disorder
starving herself (she misses her mother)

Parker Posey, this is your movie

I know I can make you a Minnie Driver
Move over, Wynona Ryder

Come on, turn on the moxy for me
Go on, go get an Oscar for me
You play a daughter with a disorder
Starving herself (she misses her mother)

Parker Posey, this is your movie

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Murder Suicide

All those years in heaven’s game
She thought his shadow was a flame
looking for the light of love
looking for the light light of love

She chose a lens that clouds the heart
Fell through holes and bruised her parts
Held her tongue and lost her teeth
Kissed the hand that bound her feet

And the angel stayed
till something died
one more murder suicide

Looking for the light of love
looking for the light light of love

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Before Beyond

Turning in the Dhirga
with a Dervish
Had a vision of a viper
spinning scripture at the circus

all ecstatic, wrapped in sequines
blowing kisses to bleachers
when the Witches struck matches
to the pyrotechnics of the charismatics
all the children twitched in seizure

Before a shining
Before a shadow
Before and beyond
Beyond a window
Beyond a mirror
Before and
Just before the love that spit you
into all the love that gets to
pin you down and show you how to suffer

Bathing in the river
of a light around your mother
figures at the bottom of the water

all ecstatic, wrapped in secrets
blowing kisses to a teacher
There was a rupture in the moonlight
then a fracture in a sky light
I woke up with a baby
laying at the bed side

Before a shining
Before a shadow
Before and beyond
Beyond a window
Beyond a mirror
Before and
Just before the love that spit you
into all the love that gets to
pin you down and show you how to suffer

Just before the empty shattered
and beyond the face it scattered
You were You before and beyond

And the cause of all confusion
is the clues are all arrows
in the quiver
of a question (¿)

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Voodoo Dolls

I’ve got a dollhouse in my family tree
(people say it’s haunted)
I guess we’ve toyed a bit with history
But any good Mason
starts playin’
the day he’s born
(the day you get your grimoire)

I ain’t a white witch
I ain’t a black witch
this ain’t a board game
this is the deep shit

A billion puppets
A bunch of cultures
I wanna watch ’em
turn into vultures

Better than that
What’s better than that?

One World leader,
stickin’ another needle
in the backs of people
It’s acupuncture (cuz)
One man’s torture
(with a bit of the dark magic)
is another’s fortune
I’m only playing with my Voodoo Dolls
I got a lotta Voodoo Dolls

Woo!

I took an oath back when I swore upon
a stack of thick bibles
to serve these creatures
I put curses on
but listen
What’s stuck you
is just the tip
of a life-long piercing

I’ll flip your futures
I’ll tweak your features
with metal arrows
I built to breach ya’
Dip you in the boiler
Shuck you like a corn-cob
Get the Human Pretzel
givin’ itself a rim-job

Better than that, What’s better than that?

CHORUS

How’s about an eight ball
right between the I-balls of the
Hoi Polloi
To fuzzy up your focus?
Whenever Craftsmen
gather at the Baphomet
we all enjoy
a hit of the Hocus-Pocus

Floatin’ like a magnet
up above your temples
buried in your cortex
diggin’ a maze of tunnels

One World leader
Woo!!
you should fuckin’ thank me
for the Acu-fuckin’-puncture
One man’s torture
(with a bit of the dark magic)
is another’s fortune
I’m only playing with my Voodoo Dolls

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Rape Game

so you were
standing at the gate
could hardly wait
parents waving,
water in their eyes
as they said a prayer
for their very special girl

I can guess
why you’d wanna come
cuz where you’re from
people always told you
how you shine

a face like that,
oughtta be in pictures

praying that you land with a back bone
but it’s gonna snap like a wish bone
when we get our hands on your no-name
then you’re gonna break in the rape game

your own place,
even if its small
brittle walls,
cracks in the plaster
black specks
crawling on your bed sheets

you laid awake and thought about horses
and going home but you never will
you’re here until
jesus comes or the Beatles are forgotten
(jesus comes with his penis in your bottom)

maybe there’s a switch in your back bone
flip it and it snaps like a wish bone
when we get our hands on your no-name
then you’re gonna break in the rape game

[simultaneously:]
you’re just a girl who needs a scene
and we’d love to see you kneeling
you’re just a girl who needs a break
and we’d love to see you broken

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¿What

¿What is what is
we’re gonna make a million
a million ¿What

¿What’s more,
we’re to do it for the children
the children’s ¿What

¿What lit up the lamps and candles
till the sparks were scattered in the sky

Is it ¿What we can feel in the beat of an open heart
Or ¿What we leave buried in a question mark

¿What is kicking at the bottom of a casket
I wanna save it but I’m too afraid to touch it
¿What is laughing in the belly of a comet

So ¿What so every body’s willing
¿What’s next? it’s all about building
¿What’s wrong? we’re gonna make a killing

¿What wound up the mud and water
till the World was gathered as an I

Is it ¿What we can feel in the beat of an open heart
or ¿What we leave buried in a question mark

¿What’s before a shining, or a shadow
¿What’s beyond a mirror, or a window

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Glass

Falling Snow on the back of a gliding crow

Of a crow Of a crow

Moonlight breaks the glass of a frozen lake

Of a lake Of a lake

Through you

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