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I had a doctor clean me out
say I'm coming down with gout
say boy you'd better not
break your stitches, scratch your itches.
Like faces on a magazine,
grateful for fluoxetine,
feeling, yes, perhaps it's easy being happy.
So Stretched out on the hardwood floor
convinced I'm dumber than before
How does one become both
more creative and vegetative
Smiling like an imbecile
My life powdered adrafinil
I'd always feel my skin a-dripping,
opinions tipping
Walking like a metronome
All hyped down on my methodone
My mother said that one's a keeper, get in deeper.
And then I'd forget all my words
close my eyes and
smell the earth
Trim the meanings, be your senses in all the tenses.
Walking like a metronome
All hyped down on my methodone
Walking like a metronome
All hyped down on my methodone
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You Keep Your Clothes on in the Shower Lyrics
You keep your clothes on in the shower,
socks soaking up the warm water,
a dripping queen of the fish,
for now your one and only wish.
Swimming like it's your profession,
or rather more like an obsession,
but in that deluge you would drown,
if caught up in the wrong sound.
But you wouldn't mind,
you wouldn't mind
being glued to the time
body nailed to the hand
of a clock that never ran.
Shaking your hips, moving your feet,
bringing those wet palms together,
who cares if you slip and fall?
The drain would swallow up that all.
But have you thought it a dark sea?
Its violence never ceasing?
That in a day you would drown?
That it sought to keep you down?
That it would toss and it would turn
you to keep you tough so you would learn?
So you wouldn't mind,
you wouldn't mind,
being glued to the time,
body nailed to the hand
of a clock that never ran.
You keep your clothes on in the shower
because helplessness is power.
And if you do not think too much,
you'll never ever be a coward.
And you wouldn't mind,
you wouldn't mind,
being glued to the time,
body nailed to the hand
of a clock that never ran.
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3. |
One Machine to Another
05:57
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I was gonna come over,
but the wind blew too hard.
I had on one shoe,
but I picked up my guitar.
If you're deafening lonely,
I'll set you up with a friend.
You're a beautiful girl,
who deserves a good looking man.
Whenever we would kiss,
I'd dive deep into your eyes,
and I'd find nothing there,
nothing to love or despise.
And besides, I don't know you.
And besides, I don't care to.
And if that is a loss,
well I'll forever feel feebly,
a broken down parasite
that falls off rather easily.
And besides, I don't know you.
And besides, I don't care to.
I won't give to others
what I'd want for myself.
For that I won't feel ashamed.
For that I'll blame someone else.
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4. |
Downer
05:19
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You are the light I've wanted badly,
Over the taxis honking madly,
even on the quietest streets,
even on with that dragon beneath.
Then in repose amidst tall grasses,
Striking a pose in pink rimmed glasses,
I hold a flower up to your nose;
You hold your power up to mine.
But you've still your depression,
that unbridled despair;
You're not yet quite comfortable -
yeah it's always there.
Then in the evening on a Monday,
both of us wishing it were Sunday,
fork in your hand
far from your food,
desperately clinging to an indelible mood.
You kneel in your chapel
surrounded by trees,
just trying to be thankful
for the salt in the sea.
So I take you from your chair
while you are hiding in your hair,
constantly searching
for what's no longer there.
Yeah you are a downer,
but that's nothing to me.
Yeah, I'll love you anyway
because nothing is free.
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5. |
The Vacuum Movement
03:28
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On a train,
for speed removes a stubborn stain,
Deep under ground,
as night falls into your home town,
Boundaries overstep you.
You start to cry
for welcoming a begging lie,
because the ground's taken as slaves
the times you count as simple days.
So who are you,
who alone without anyone?
Who are you,
who alone without anyone?
So recreate
with materials from this foreign place
that leave for want something in taste.
And stay indoors,
and keep at ways from getting bored,
since no one wants you anymore,
since no one loves you anymore.
So who are you,
who alone without anyone?
Who are you,
who alone without anyone?
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6. |
Lulu in the Sandstorm
02:36
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Sunshowers Overnight Washington, D.C.
Sunshowers Overnight is a one man band fronted and backed by Alex Katsenelenbogen, a singer-songwriter from the Washington, D.C. area. He is known for his unique vocal tone, sharp lyrical style, and poignant melodies. On this first self-titled album (released beneath the radar of virtually everyone), he searches for a precise characterization of the absurdity of truth-seeking. ... more
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