the beautiful lull,
the dangerous tug
we get to feel small
from high up above
and after a glimpse
over the top
the rest of the world
becomes a giftshop
the pendulum swings
for the horse like a man
out over the rim
is ice cream to him
the beautiful lull,
the dangerous tug
we get to feel small
but not out of place at all
we're forced to bed
but we're free to dream
all us human extras,
all us herded beings
and after a glimpse
over the top
the rest of the world
becomes a giftshop
i don't know what to believe,
sometimes i even forget
and if it's a lie,
terrorists made me say it
the beautiful lull,
the dangerous tug
we get to feel small
from high up above
from high up above
instructions from the manual
could not have been much more plain
the blues are still required
the blues are still required again
past territorial piss-posts
past whispers in the closets
past screamin' from the rooftops
we live to survive our paradoxes
men here of the secret
they pass in upholstered silence
they only exist in crisis
they only exist in silence
past territorial piss-posts
past whispers in the closet
past screamin' from the rooftops
we live to survive our paradoxes
we'll live to survive our paradoxes
first we'd climb a tree
and maybe then we'd talk
or sit silently
and listen to our thoughts
with illusions of someday
casting a golden light
no dress rehearsal,
this is our life
that's where the hornet stung me
and i had a feverish dream
with revenge and doubt
tonight, we smoke them out
you are ahead by a century
stare in the morning shroud
and then the day began
i tilted your cloud,
you tilted my hand
rain falls in real time
and rain fell through the night
no dress rehearsan, this is our life
that's when the hornet stung me
and i had a serious dream
with revenge and doubt
tonight, we smoked them out
you are ahead by a century
but this is our life
and disappointing you's gettin' me down
sled dogs after dinner close their eyes on the howlin' wastes
kurt cobain, reincarnated sighs and licks his face
then they drift past strips of serengeti and the gates of sleepy hollow too
you can pause in wonder, they paused in wonder and yea, i paused in wonder too
just don't wake daddy
they can lay their heads on their futon-beds, so many miles from home
you can teach your children some fashion sense and they fashion some of
their own
for when the policy-weary commune on the untamed land
through white sheers, whispers in their ears, you're damned
and don't wake daddy
you can stuff yer void with the asteroid that's hurtlin toward the earth
you can drop the bomb that restores some calm then promises rebirth
just don't wake daddy
it's the perfect time now
for an eclectic choice
they're all asleep but us now
it's time to hear your voice
sing to end all songs to end all songs
does it diminish your
super-capacity to love
walk like a matador
don't be chicken-shit
and turn breezes into rivulets
flamenco-sweep the air
and weave the sun
and stamp your feet for everyone
does it exhibit your
natural tendency to hate
maybe a prostitute
could teach you
how to take a compliment
maybe i'll go to new york
i'll drag you there
you said "no one drags me anywhere"
does it diminish your
super-capacity to love
lets go to the park
lets go watch 'em floodin'
out there after dark,
don't have to think of nothin'
and i love that for,
for the way i'm feeling
700 foot, 700 foot ceiling
lets take it to the top
of the tobacco nation
we can aim the dish
for hardcore invitations
and i hate that for,
for the things i'm thinking
when the clouds are low
700 and sinking
it's part hard, hard to remember
it's part hard to say
parts unknown, unknown forever
and those parts fade away
but leaning-toward,
toward a full-stop's
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the sweet sound of patent approval comin' down in a not quite fog
the sweet sound of patent approval comin' down in powdery sparks
the sweet sound of patent approval comin' downwith holiday concern
the sweet sound of patent approval comin' down in a world of hurt
in my opinion the drug is ready
the warm hand of abject approval
comin' down with its ropey veins
the warm hand of abject approval
comin' down in a fingerbowl
in my opinion the drug is ready
the cold eye of constant approval comin' down to freeze the blood
the cold eye of constant approval comin' down to look real close
in my opinion the drug is ready
illimunate the obvious
it's standing right here in front of us
what out apartment does
when we're not around does not concern us
simulate the obvious
and it's standing, standing right here in front of us
just what out apartment does
when we're not around does not concern us
she's the horrible esthete
and she hates her ugly feet
at a place where her friends all meet
she takes her shoes off and invites everyone to see
eliminate the obvious
and it's right here, right here in front of us
just what out apartment does when we're not around
does not concern us
she's the horrible esthete
at the place where her friends all meet
while her clock reinforces its conceit
and her mirror checks out other things
the walls stand a little more at ease
and her books they chat so expertly
and her cups and saucers get some sleep
and things get all together neat
an at the clicking of the key
returns the horrible esthete
there's a cannon shooting coconut cream
40 gallons in a steady stream
there's a cannon shooting coconut cream
40 gallons in a steady stream
it's like wing music to a happy cat
he likes his butterflies slow and fat
and wing music to a happy cat
he likes his butterflies slow and fat
us little christians in a circle jerk
til our daddy gets home from work
all us good christians in a circle jerk
til our daddy gets home from work
there's a cannon shooting coconut cream
40 gallons in a steady stream
there's a cannon shooting coconut cream
40 gallons in a steady stream
it might be late but it won't be early
you got me to the gate with time for a coffee
it's getting late sounds like a departure
it's getting close sounds to me like a departure
until we meet again lets stay engaged
until then lets stay engaged
lies over time float to the surface
lies over time they equal surface
lies over time though the reasons desert us
lies over time with no apparent purpose
until we meet again lets stay engaged
until then lets stay engaged
see the dead art and you see your reflection
fear no art and you fear no reflection
but don't look at me, i'm not the artist in question
sounds good to me, but i'm not the artist in question
until we meet again lets stay engaged
until then lets stay engaged
me and the vivid girl in our hammock to the stars
staring into the fire before tv, the remote-control's on mars
in the dope of the pigment, in a poetic state of mind
in a flood of country, we lay down to kill some time
and we spoke languidly of the northern bee
and collecting dewdrops for tea underneath the cannonball tree
we were high, we were sherpa-high
we conspired against old friends
we said we must be friends or die
and we've died a thousand times since then
and we spoke long, at length of the fight of flee
and of nothing in particularly underneath the cannonball tree
we're at the point where we love or hate it
we can write it down and obliterate it
when we're at the point when we can neither love nor hate it
we can lay down and obliterate it
i wrote unfriendly things, truly cruel, on the day that you were born
to prove that words cannot touch beauty but i was torn
i put it off, i put it off, i put it off again
i made degenerate art for the religious right on the day that you were born
i had a passion to experiment but i was torn
i put it off, i put it off, i put it off again
i played love tara by eric's trip on the day that you were born
i had to find the cuteness in the unadorned but i was torn
i put it off, i put it off, i put it off again
i put it on, i put it on, i put it on again
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