Thursday, August 27, 2015

INCOGNITO: the unpop song lyrics of Jason Squamata, part one

In the interests of preserving the little mind-mumbles made by a strange being who moved much too swiftly and a little too silently through the din of human history, The Squamata Foundation will be using this blog as a museum for whatever fragments we can salvage from the voluminous unpublished and mostly illegible scribblings of Jason Squamata (a.k.a. Orji Walflauer, Krishna Kaligula, Jason Squidd, Joe Nothing, Jason Matthew Lucia, Jason Malcolm Lucifer. etc.).
In this installment, we find lyrics from a series of aborted pop albums, featuring various musical collaborators and secret chanteuses.  This is allegedly just a fraction of the material Squamata generated for these projects.  More lyrics will be posted as we unearth them, along with recordings of the songs in question if we can post them without danger of litigation.  


all lyrics are the property of The Squamata Foundation.
all rights reserved.
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HOT PINK ZERO

I was only sixteen.
I was almost a prom queen
tiara like a halo
decked out in day-glo
waving in slo-mo
am i just a yearbook photo?
oh, no
"we've never had a student by that name"
i thought i was living.
i was only playing games.

the voices in my pretty little head
scream the songs i'm not supposed to know
i was a platinum pop princess when i went to bed
i woke up a hot pink zero

i was only sixteen
officially missing
wanting and wishing
when we were kissing
the garden was hissing
i shouldn't have been listening
i sing
one taste erased my name from every file
now all my rage
only makes my master smile

the voices in my pretty little head
scream the songs i'm not supposed to know
i was a platinum pop princess when i went to bed
i woke up a hot pink zero
i had almost dreamed myself free
when the orderlies came and woke me
i think i stopped being me
the night they broke me.

i was only sixteen.
i was strung out on daydreams
narcotic lovescenes
angelic and obscene
making my brain clean
i'm only real when i'm on-screen
don't scream
struggling will only make it worse
i'm a violated angel
giving birth to a universe.

the voices in my pretty little head
scream the songs i'm not supposed to know
i was a platinum pop princess when i went to bed
now i'm a hot pink zero
oh, nonono.


ANIMA MONDAY

Our astrologies overlapped
In the springtime of my squalor.
You were looking for a living thing to love.
I felt you fastening my collar.
I can live on your refuse.
You can feed me your debris.
The trash you talk means that much to me.
I tried to be self-possessed.
But that Monday put you in me.

Anima Monday.
You almost felt the same way.
But what wasn't meant to be
Can still achieve reality
And slash the membranes.

In the years since much has changed
I haunt the media machine
I've gone without a license
From downtown bus to limousine
My mirrors grin in magazines
On gold cards and silver screens
My essence is extending
into every teenage psycho's secret dreams.
TVs show me everything
But they never tell me what it all means.

Anima Monday
You almost felt the same way
But what wasn't meant to be
Can still achieve reality
And slash the membranes

I'd give it all up to spend
Another Monday with you.
Another meeting of the minds.
Another scifi sunset for two.
Another chance to tell you everything I knew
Another mystery unfolding in a cloud of inky clues
Another garden to wander through
Where all I really wanted was to kiss you.

Anima Monday
You almost felt the same way.
But what wasn't meant to be
Can still achieve reality
and slash the membranes

Anima Monday
Can achieve reality and slash the membranes.


NO SAFEWORDS (NO MERCY)

I threw a party and all the boys came
(like moths to my black flame)
I play my lovers like video games
(when I'm done I throw them away)

I had a swarm of suitors
But I kept them at bay
I knew the perfect serpent
would taste my fruit someday

If you're willing to be broken
wishes wither when they're spoken
No safewords, no mercy
We don't have any names

I waited til fame came to play party games
I get so naked, so unashamed
once you wouldn't give me the time of day
(but now you beg me to let you stay).

A diva gets dangerously jaded.
That's when the props come into play.
But yesterday's leather seems so dated.
The pink of pleasure fades to gray.

If you're willing to be broken
wishes wither when they're spoken
no safewords, no mercy
no passion, no shame

Every love affair
is composed of subtle mindgames
Every french kiss
is a collage of filthy freezeframes
Every love is framed
by its untouchable extremes
No safewords, no mercy
No nightmares, no daydreams

No safewords, no mercy
is this really symbiosis?
Are you my playboy parasite?
Am I your cruel hostess?
No safewords, no mercy
no feelings, no fear
if you don't want to get hurt
what the hell are you doing here?


I LOVE IT WHEN U LIE 2 ME

I avert my gaze from the flaws
in your crystal fictions
I abide your alibis
I spare you the inquisition
You don't even bother to connect the dots
I could drive a stake through the holes in your plot
You can read my rights
I've already assumed the position

The truth never seems to hurt enough
and it never comes for free
I like it rough
but I love it when you lie to me

I never dreamed honesty
would be too much to ask for
I was willing to be seduced
I guess rape is faster
I can get off on pretty much anything
Even the honey you leave in the wake of your sting
You suck just enough
to leave me brittle as alabaster.

You wouldn't know love if it cut your throat
and that's okay with me
I like it rough
but I love it when you lie to me.

You secretly take great pride
in being wicked
I'm still surprised
when you behave just as predicted
You fake it like a professional
Another crocodile tear confessional
My love is already sterile
It's no use trying to fix it.

The truth never seems to hurt enough
and it never comes for free
I like it rough
But I love it when you lie to me



SURVEILLANCE IS SEXY

I used to be so shy
A violet shrinking in privacy
Now I'm the apple of a million eyes
Surveillance is sexy
We live in interesting times
it's hard not to get paranoid
every one of us is guilty of thoughtcrime
and will be until the will is destroyed

but fear can be a girl's best friend
i get frightened by the signals you send me
embrace my anxiety.
surveillance is sexy.

so smile for the cameras
give me grief through a screen
give your greatest performance
give me dirty digital dreams.

honesty is a foregone conclusion
when Daddy sees everything
celebrity frees me from human confusion
strike a pose.  the world will be watching.

my skin is by microsoft.
my kisses brought to you by disney.
let me be your commodity.
surveillance is sexy.

I don't need my secrets.
I need to be seen.
I'll have no regrets
If i keep my nose clean.

we live in a dangerous world
let's get to know the enemy
I think Big Brother has a crush on me
he red-flagged my diary

fear can be a girl's best friend
i get frightened by the signals you send me
embrace my anxiety.
surveillance is sexy.
surrender to destiny.
surveillance is sexy.
assume new identities.
surveillance is sexy.
be every voyeur's fantasy
surveillance is sexy.
surveillance is sexy.
surveillance is sexy.


2 DELUSIONS

I knew two delusions…I knew two delusions
One will live in infamy, where love develops leprosy,
where my ambitions come to nothing in the end

Does every smile disguise a knife…
Afraid of fear, afraid of life…
Humored, ridiculed and abandoned by my friends

The stars indifferent to my every wish, I sing pretentious gibberish
The excrement of a vulgar clumsy mind

My attempts at sex are pointless, my aura bruised and ridiculous
I’m a cautionary tale told to the lazy and the blind

I knew two delusions, they introduced me to their friends, the only fact in this rich confusion:
 I’m a delusion, too, the delusion never ends.
I knew two delusions, I knew two delusions, I knew two delusions
The delusions never end

The other kind finds me a species of celebrity, an object of dissection and acclaim
The endless in depth interviews, In labyrinths and lush hotel rooms
The world gets wet at the mention of my name

Taking every liberty, every photo opportunity, every fetishistic golden statuette
I press the meat on Oscar night with my entourage of parasites
The paparazzi blitzkrieg, the tantric sex on lear jets

All this lurid tabloid glory, all these parodies of happy
It’s a gentler masturbation, but its tender like a trap

I knew two delusions, they introduced me to their friends, the only fact in this rich confusion I’m a delusion, too, the delusion never ends.
I knew two delusions, I knew two delusions, I knew two delusions
The delusions never end

The truth is this, the subtle bliss, 
a slithering hiss, the naked kiss
Of pen on paper, needle in the groove
Coaxing scratchy symphonies, a polyphonic lunacy from a whirlpool whose still center has been surgically removed

All these witches all these warlocks - Look in vain for a vein to suck
My blood is up but I had the luck - to be the girl who never was

I knew two delusions: what is known and what is lost
The boundary between them becomes as thin as gauze
I knew two delusions, they introduced me to their friends, the only fact in this rich confusion:
 I’m a delusion, too, the delusions never end.




LET THE CLOUDS BE CLOUDS

The birds in the trees are trilling little lies and silly stories 
                               I always believe
when my world is in ruins, 
these words ripple in me:
“don’t worry… it’s only a dream”

The dream may be strange but hidden in the mix 
is a logic… I can dimly perceive
a symbolic whisper hidden in its entities and objects 
but I’m a little na├»ve

Let the clouds be clouds, let the cities be a city 
gonna keep my mouth shut
When the ads spell out a prophecy 
the world may very well 
be trying to tell me something 
but its nothing  I want to know, 
its lying if it lets you go

The web of synchronicities I happen to be living in told me 
you’d be my lover someday
Either I’m a bad psychic who interprets every accident as holy 
or I’m simply insane

Let the clouds be clouds, let accidents be accidents, 
I’ll live for the moment and not for what the moment meant – 
the stars may very well – 
be trying to tell us something 
but the message wasn’t meant for me
it said we were meant to be

The clouds in the sky always blind my third eye with cartoons – 
a cerullean zoo
A zodiac of meaningful mutations that read 
like candy runes – 
you said you saw them too

Let the clouds be clouds, let graffiti be graffiti
Gonna shut it all off, 
when the TV seems to speak to me –
 the world may very well – 
be trying to tell me something 
but its nothing that I want to know – 
it’s lying if it lets you go! 


LOOKING GLASS

On the other side of that looking glass,
 I’m a world unto myself
My days arrayed like avenues, 
my nights displayed on shelves

My meshes spun with tender precision – 
and cast like maps of hell
Webs of plot and thought connect 
my screaming insect cells.

On the other side of that looking glass, 
I entertain the beast
My reflections and refractions 
are just vectors for its feast

My living will is shrivelled 
just until I tug its leash
A revenge upon the doctors who 
declared my wit diseased

I feel the future kiss the past, 
it comes on hard it comes on fast
I spy an angel made of trash, 
on the other side of that looking glass

On the other side of that looking glass, 
my organs are attuned
To a subtle shady wavelength, 
a tone my mother knew

A flock of oscillations, 
persuade me to see blue
 Where leptons court and quarks cavort, 
without substance shape or hue

I’m feeling time turn into space, 
I shine with a shrill fragmented grace
Your sacred writ all sounds so crass, 
on the other side of that looking glass

On the other side of that looking glass, 
my chaos is complete
And all that’s best of dark and bright
 comingles in the street

My make-up mostly liquid, 
my flesh is pure deceit
I prepare a shifting shape to face
 the figments I might meet

This game need never end, my pet, 
where yes is no and no is yes

In crooked rooms where we are blessed 
where souls unfold and thoughts undress

In vast arcades where angels crash, 
on the other side of that looking glass

On the other side of that looking glass


YOU ABDUCT ME

I'm sick of human guys, their ordinary lies
I need mythology – will you catch me now -- i've
fallen for the sky
highway in the dead of night, led astray by fairy
lights
don't mind if i lose some time, if you lay your eggs
inside my filthy mind

you abduct me.  deconstruct me
you reconfigure me
you turn me loose then you set me free

you can keep me up all night
i can see your tentacles in the black light
i know you can't be what you seem
your ambience reminds me of a dream
when i was young,
before my first lovesong was sung
the flesh was still a mystery
like it's been again since you unpuzzled me

you abduct me, deconstruct me
you reconfigure me
you turn me loose, then you set me free

you unfold me, your black eyes behold me
in blissful electricity
turn my heartlight on, it's ac/dc

you dissect me, disconnect me
from who i used to be
the rest is waiting where you left me

you abduct me, deconstruct me
you reconfigure me
you turn me loose then you set me free



THE SCUM WILL RISE

In my ghetto I was fool enough to fantasize
About the cool you use to keep the world hypnotized
If I knew in school what I have since realized
Would I get close enough to see through your disguise

When I’m laughing the child in me cries
I’m host to a ghost I cannot recognize
Mirrors shimmer with a face you made me despise
Kiss the princess you pamper pimp and patronize

Don’t act so surprised
When my innocence dies
In this city of lies
The scum will rise
Right before your eyes 
The scum will rise
The scum will rise

I know it pains you to pretend to be nice
Run your hands through my hairdo 
You’re looking for lice
You need me to prove I deserve paradise
I had nothing to lose.  You said my soul would suffice.

You know my type we come and we go 
What enriches you bitches will sting down below
The fools gold that glitters the gadgets that glow
Will go deaf dumb and dim like a cancelled TV show 

Don’t act so surprised
When my innocence dies
In this city of lies
The scum will rise
Right before your eyes 
The scum will rise
The scum will rise

I do without to do you in so take my advice
Towers fall, loser takes all, I will not tell you twice.
You children of privilege, so wealthy, so wise.
Inherit my dust.  The will's been revised.

Don’t act so surprised
When my innocence dies
In this city of lies
The scum will rise
Right before your eyes 
The scum will rise
The scum will rise


THE GOOD TIMES ARE KILLING ME

The good times are killing me
I'm not the woman I wanted to be by now
Too many synthetic ecstasies
Too little will to live up to my vow

Lovesick the morning after the orgy
Having gone beyond all that heaven will allow
The unsubtle sun doesn't comfort me
It's tacky and tough, it's not enough to be well endowed.

The good times are killing me
Too fast, too loose, too lovely
My memories and their cruel beauty
Make up a history that doesn't suit me
The good times are killing me

I think I'm running out of mysteries
I might be having too much fun 
Subjected to so many surgeries
I barely recognize my own reflection

The good times are killing me
Too fast, too loose, too lovely
My memories and their cruel beauty
Make up a history that doesn't suit me
The good times are killing me
 
I won't show at any of tomorrow's parties.
The sky is falling cuz it wasn't strong enough.
Cosmetic bruises on a broken dolly.
All the stars get snuffed by this wicked stuff.

The good times are killing me
Too fast, too loose, too lovely
My memories and their cruel beauty
Make up a history that doesn't suit me
The good times are killing me.
 Killing me killing me killing me killing me...



BRIGHT YOUNG THINGS

celebutantes are running loose in new york city
high on stuff that is yet unknown on the street.
they all look like cartoons, they're just that pretty.
they only eat chewing gum and they never sleep.

their antics are making me misty.
they'll look funny when they're fifty.
but tonight they're the bright young things and i think it's sweet.
yeah, tonight they're the bright young things and i think it's sweet.

lindsey's got more money than you've heard of.
gwendolyn has done more drugs than you've seen.
every item applies to you on their list of turn-offs.
oona's new, couldn't be a day over sixteen.

their games get so outrageous.
we go crazy when we get famous.
we go blind like bright young things and we fuck like machines.
we go blind like bright young things and we fuck like machines.

like maenads they tear through every party
like the wild hunt, they lay waste to every scene.
like babrbie dream-dolls seen through a mirror darkly,
they play with their meat and purge when they've picked the bones clean.

every rampage makes the papers
they'll be coming down sooner or later
but tonight the bright young life is peachy fucking keen.
yeah, tonight the bright young life is peachy fucking keen.

they rock the house as the truth turns into quicksand
they party hard with an apocalypse on every screen
cross them, they won't bother to hire a hitman.
when they kill you the crime gets reviewed in the best magazines.

they're wide awake and dreaming.
dimmer dolls would wake up screaming.
the bright young things are teaching me how to be mean.
yeah, the bright young things are teaching me how to be mean.

tonight the bright young life is peachy fucking keen.

we go blind like bright young things and we fuck like machines.

their antics are making me misty.
they'll look funny when they're fifty.
but tonight they're the bright young things and i think it's sweet.
yeah, tonight they're the bright young things and i think it's sweet...



I AM PROGRAMMED TO LOVE YOU.

i am programmed to love you.
i am programmed to hurt inside.
you know that you own me.
I can tell by things that you don't try to hide.

i'm programmed to be broken
at your whim all my dreams are just dust.
so much with us goes unspoken.
when you speak, it's a lie.  it's the silence i trust.

CHORUS:
i am programmed
i am prohrammed
i am programmed to die if you want me to.
i am programmed
i am programmed
all i know how to do is love you.
i wish you were programmed to love me, too.

I'm programmed to be desperate.
i am programmed to need you near me.
i am programmed to mean it.
i can tell by the things that i don't want to see.

i am programmed to hate you
a little bit less than i love you, i guess.
but if i tried to leave you
my heart would become like a bomb in my chest.

CHORUS
i am programmed to be your fool,
an expensive joke you can share with your friends.
i'm made to like it when you get this cruel,
so when you want me to want you, i don't have to pretend.

i am programmed to carry on.
despite what i want, i was made to survive.
i was made to miss you when you're gone,
when i'm the only one who knows you were ever alive.

CHORUS


"YOU DESTROY ME"
>
> i stole surveillance footage of you
>                dressed like sex and death
> at that warehouse party on the edge of town.
> you were looking like a sin,
>             like something wicked wears your skin.
> with one blase bloodshot look you took me down.
>
> i met some boy you fucked once at the clinic.
> i was jealous cuz you gave him your disease.
> a serpent like you bit me at some picnic.
> now i hate the saints, acquaint me with your sleaze.
>
> CHORUS:
> you destroy me, you destroy me.
> your firm will not employ me.
> i invite you to enjoy me, and you will.
> you make me feel like fiction,
> but the fact is, i'm your victim.
> just kiss me when you move in for the kill.
>
> you've done questionable things,
>     pulling stained glass window wings
> off the butterflies you pin to your lapel.
> if you choose me, true, my soul might know
>      a crooked kind of heaven.
> if you pass me by, i'll follow you to hell.
>
> CHORUS
>
> now i don't know what i'd look like
>      if i didn't dress for you.
> i only say the things i think you won't forget.
> when you condescend to be my friend
>       and let a desperate man pretend,
> it's me knowing it's a lie that gets you wet.
>
> CHORUS.
>
> you destroy me destroy me destroy me destroy me destroy me destroy me
destroy


EDIE EDIE EDIE

verse 1:

edie, edie
let your love die in me.
this heat that feeds me,
you treat it like it's a disease.

you wanna be relieved
of the things that keep you sweet.
what i love in you
could get you killed on the street.

edie, edie
you're a slave no one can set free.

verse 2:

edie, edie
your misery loves company.
you haven't been alone 
since june of 2003.

you turn every table.
every guru falls to his knees.
you've been studying oblivion.
get ready to receive your degree.

edie, edie
you're a slave no one can set free.

verse 3:

edie, edie
they're building a factory
where they make millions
of edie facsimiles.

she'll appear out of nowhere.
she'll seem to be just what you need.
just when you think you deserve her
she pauses and makes you say please.

edie, edie
you're a slave no one can set free.

edie, edie, edie
you're a slave no one can set free.



CATS IN A BAG 

i was making plans and diagrams
in my lonely garret of the damned
when your shadow fell across my vestibule.
a fisheye peephole glimpse of you
a premonition of the things you'll do
when the tapestry of me has come unspooled...
the things that make you pretty make you cruel.

CHORUS:
the cat is in the bag
the bag is in the river
let's listen to her mewling as she sinks.
that cat will cry a river 'til the river bids her drink.
she cries so well i'm trying not to think.

when you cross that threshold into me
i wonder what my kitty sees.
she hisses and she sobs into the gloom.
when you contemplate my mysteries
and my familiar flees like you're a disease
is there one devil too many in my bedroom?
which of us is the trickster, who's the fool?

CHORUS

i was just a haunted ouija girl
trying to stay alive in a dead-end world.
you were a planchette coaxing alphabets from my bliss
my invisible friends threw wicked fits
but no kitten twin, no crucifix
will keep me from a dip in your abyss
i betray my spirit every time we kiss.

CHORUS

she cries so well i'm trying not to think.
she cries so well i'm trying not to think.
etc.



CITY OF LA LA LA

city of reptiles, city of screens
city of promises, city of dreams
city of money, city of sin
you're a desert city that angels get lost in.

lalala...lalalalala.

city of victims, city of crime
city of rhythm, city of rhyme
city of "famous", city of fear
city of wishing that we didn't live here.

lalala...lalalalala.

it's a disaster, it's all gone to hell.
the tarot cards said we'd be doing so well.
the future was cancelled, we struggle in vain
in a city of fake tears where it never rains.

lalala...lalalalala.

i had some business in the city of dust
where no one is ugly and there's no one i trust
when we "make it" we won't feel the weather
the big mirage will turn our pain into pleasure

lalala...lalalalala.

city of sell out, city of skin
city of sacrifice, city of missing
city of maybe, city of no
make some "fuck you" money and buy back your soul.

lalala...lalalalala.

city of reptiles, city of screens.
city of promises, city of dreams.
city of money, city of sin.
you're a desert city that angels get lost in.

lalala...lalalalala.

lalalala...lalalalalala.


CHLOROFORM DAYDREAM (a duet)

O:
keep me warm in a chloroform daydream.
take me away to a secret place.
a place where no one can hear me scream,
where no one can see the look on your face
as you do me
as you do
as you do
as you do me.

X:
i'll keep you warm in a chloroform daydream
until your skin is too cold to touch.
you know no sleep is as deep as it seems.
did you ever think love could hurt this much? 
as I do you
as I do 
as I do
as I do you.

I'll keep you warm
(keep me warm)
I'll keep you warm
(keep me warm)
in a chloroform daydream, baby.

O:
keep me warm in a chloroform daydream.
you might not even remember my name.
a drifter might come across my remains.
people will say it's a terrible shame
when you do me
when you do
when you do
when you do me.

keep me warm 
(i'll keep you warm)
keep me warm
(i'll keep you warm)
in a chloroform daydream, baby.

X:
you'll be gone before your girlfriends miss you.
you're gonna be gone without a trace.
uneasy dreams for the ones who kissed you,
echoes of your animal grace
when i do you
when i do
when i do
when i do you.

i'll keep you warm
(keep me warm)
i'll keep you warm
(keep me warm)
in a chloroform daydream, baby

O:
keep me warm in a chloroform daydream,
warm and wet where the sun don't shine.
my mother will come apart at the seams.
the papers will say your love was a crime
when you do me
when you do
when you do
when you do me.

will you do me?
will you do
will you do
will you do me?

keep me warm 
(i'll keep you warm)
keep me warm
(i'll keep you warm)
in a chloroform daydream, baby.




A CAR IS WAITING

when you've tested your limits,
broken every taboo,
when you've broken every promise 
you made to yourself,
when you've pretended to let them break you,
there'll be time to assess the damage.
some soap and stitches and you'll be good as new.
a car is waiting at the gate of your cage,
but you'll never escape from the zoo.

CHORUS:
a car is waiting.
the driver is bored.
he won't remember your name.
he won't get out to open your door.
don't tell him your life story.
he heard it before.
a car is waitiing to collect what's left of a whore.

when the future you hoped for
becomes a little white lie.
a happy place in your head
when you'd rather be dead
than admit to what you did last night.
when the history you remember 
slips into stories your ghost likes to write
a car is waiting to take you nowhere
a trick or two will keep your alibi tight.

(CHORUS)

when you've done your business.
when you've sealed the deal.
when you've met their demands,
taking it like a man
and there aren't any scenes left to steal.
fix your face in the foyer.
take your payment with grace.
a car is waiting at the crack of today.
don't spend it all in one place.

(CHORUS)

a car is waiting.
sha-la-la.
a car is waiting.
sha-la-la.
a car is waiting.
sha-la-la.
etc.



11:23 ON A SATURDAY NIGHT

verse one:

it's 11:23 on a saturday night
and all my friends are dead.
i see the crimescenes in my waking wet dreams.
hear them screaming in my head.
what's a brother to do?
sick from sniffing glue.
feeling blue and seeing red.
with a smaller bodycount
i'd be out on the town
i'm going underground instead.

verse two:

it's 11:23 on a saturday night
and no one i know is safe.
the heat is closing in
on wherever i've been.
i've been laying low for days.
you're damned if i do you and run away.
you're double-damned if i stay.
i'd be fishing for kisses where the action is
but my perfume is a plague.

chorus:

there's no nightlife
between the scenes of my vanishing.
who knew a fugitive life
would be boring?
living nowhere.
living to hear the phone ring.
so hungry for trouble i'll confess to anything.
it's 11:23 and between you and me
the scissorbirds are ready to sing
...
the scissorbirds are ready to sing

verse three:

it's 11:23 on a saturday night
and it's like i don't exist.
if you give me the time of day or my life,
your name goes on a list.
wherever my echoes linger
every soul i've killed with a kiss
is laying blame on one of my codenames
until she's too weak to resist.

chorus

verse four:

it's 11:23 on a saturday night
and i'm still out in the cold.
getting clean via demon screens
where thoughts are bought and sold.
none of my friends are afraid to die.
we're afraid of getting old.
live like you're on a hit list.
just see to it that your story is told.

chorus.
the scissorbirds are ready to sing

the scissorbirds are ready to sing

the scissorbirds are ready to sing



“AFTER THE ACCIDENT”

after the accident

after the accident

after the accident


our days were like the pages of a magazine

flashy but paper thin with such a glossy sheen

with interviews and scented sheets stuck in between

commercials for the latest love machines



our nights were kinda like late breaking exposes

investigations of the latest craze

you revealed your sources to my penetrating gaze

was that passion just a passing phase?


chorus


I feel like half a person since the accident

like I lived a day then passed away like the lilys that you sent

a memory so precious can feel like a punishment

when you cant remember where the good times went



each rendezvous was like a grisly motorcrash

slick collisions in a cloud of broken glass

nothing that we promised ever came to pass

who knew that little kiss would be our last


every time we say goodbye I die inside

this bliss is so efficient with my glitches stitched inside

I'm running out of holes where my humanity can hide

when I said I don't do love, I guess I lied



chorus



when the bandages come off i'll look like someone new

i'll begin again, pretend i never messed with you.

there's no wrong or right, no black and white, there's only black and blue

i'd get the joke if you were broken, too.



sometimes i read the bloody braille you left on me

my perforated skin spells out our history.

is happiness an accident of chemistry?

is there a pill that will make things how they used to be?


chorus


after the accident
after the accident
after the accident
...



“LA POUPEE”


she sleeps in an elegant box

in a tutu and pink ankle socks

clockwork for a mind, the gears in her grind

they whisper and whine when she walks.

what the layman mistakes for romance

is a step in her dangerous dance

he's a slave to her rhythm, it slithers within him

her movements leave nothing to chance.


CHORUS:

la poupee pirouettes

the trouble she gets in

will never disturb her ballet.

pirouettes then forgets 

all the lovers she lets in

she's dancing their graceful decay

la poupee la poupee

hair of black, eyes of gray

open your box to the cold light of day

who pulls the strings when you play?

la poupee, la poupee



she's left several wrecks in her wake.

dancing boys are so easy to break.

she's the love of your life.

try to make her your wife

and you'll find that you've made a mistake.

her suitors have all come unglued

without once seeing her in the nude.

that shrill effervescence they think is her essence

is simply another etude.



CHORUS:...



she looks like a victorian toy

they were all made to own and enjoy.

glass eyes blinking slowly, she'll never be lonely

so many men left to destroy.

every man thinks she's dancing for him

but there's circuitry under her skin.

she's a trap for the souls of those who'd control her.

the leashes she weaves won't wear thin.



CHORUS:.




INCOGNITO


i used to look out for number one

when i heard the word identity i drew my gun

these days i'm looking out for number zero

undercover scum in the danger zone

i feel like a xerox of my own clone

a disguise to cheap to hide a super-hero


CHORUS

now whatever i've done, wherever i go,

i'm gonna be travelling incognito

i need to be someone who no one knows


i'm blessed with the ability to assume an air of anonymity

whatever i've done, your kids will be doing it next year

cut and paste my histories, incinerate my diaries

they might tell the future how to disappear


whatever i've done, wherever i go

i'm gonna be travelling incognito

i need to be someone who no one knows


there will always be a few who think they know you

they can take you, they can leave you

cuz they own you

what a thrill it is to relieve them of confusion

the you they knew was a tactical illusion


i'm a victim of circumstance

though i have had blood on my hands

the atrocity they've pinned on me is a frame-up

i know how to dim surveillance screens

i know how to slither between the scenes

i know how to slip away without giving the game up


CHORUS



"INCUBATORIUM

in your shadow gallery 
where the forms escape their frames, 
formulas flow, feed, and breed 
and play their wicked games. 
in your cellular library 
where the numbers on the spines 
indicate taste, shape, and fate 
your index will be mine. 

CHORUS: 
i’m born again 
every now and then 
where my invisible friends 
await a game of let’s pretend. 
you struck me dumb 
but where would i run? 
when the world is just a womb 
in your incubatorium

in your dew-slick spiderweb 
where your acolytes recline 
in a blissful trance, the dust-motes dance 
and fall outside of time. 
in your coral abattoir 
your meat meets mine at last. 
my soul is sliced by the hungry eyes 
of a mermaid made of glass. 

CHORUS 

BRIDGE: 
i’ve gone beyond the fields i know. 
where did all the lifeforms go? 
they’re vanishing like footprints in the snow. 
around the bend, between the scenes, 
there’s a city where you weave my dreams. 
receive me in your ruins, sweet machine. 

in your incubatorium 
where geometry comes to life 
you engineer delirium 
with red thread and a jewelled knife. 
in your blue aquarium 
where the sequined equations swim, 
your crystal tears, blood, sweat, and cum 
will marinate my sins. 

CHORUS 

the world is a womb in your incubatorium 
the world is a womb in your incubatorium 
the world is a womb in your incubatorium 



"WHISPERVILLE"

i'm going down to whisperville 
where the living lovesongs grow 
they beat their wings and whisper things 
man was not meant to know.
i'm going down to whisperville
don't know when i'll be back. 
while i'm gone leave the t.v. on 
and paint all the mirrors black. 

i'm going down. 
i'm going down 
to whisperville 
that city made of sound 
where the temples will burn themselves to the ground 
yeah, whisperville, that city made of sound. 

i'm going down in whisperville 
where the echoes never dim, 
every smile hides a broken heart 
and the good guys never win.
i'm going down in whisperville 
where the sun may never rise. 
i'm half-sick of this shadowdance 
and the tear-stained midnight sky. 

i'm going down 
i'm going down 
in whisperville 
where the killers dress like clowns 
where the lost ones go and know thay won't be found 
in whisperville, that city made of sound. 

whisperville 
hissing whisperville 
where the only law 
is do just what you will, 
where every soul is free 
so have your fill. 
just don't shit where you eat. 
eat what you kill. 

i found myself in whisperville
hysterical and blind. 
i sold my skin to the big within, 
now i live inside your mind.
i find myself in whisperville
a new self every day. 
a new song puts my body on, 
i'm the instrument it plays. 

i'm coming on 
i'm coming on 
in whisperville 
where every love affair goes wrong 
so the pain inside will grow a lovely song 
that will hold you when the you you knew is gone.



 SCREAMING SKULL BOY...

i'm a screaming skullboy 
all the livelong day. 
unzipping my skin 
and screaming my troubles away. 
i dream in color but i scream til the film turns grey. 
i'll scream you sideways. 
i'll scream you inside out. 
i'm a baby skull-fucker and screaming's what i'm about. 
just try to stifle my scream if there's any doubt. 

(chorus) 
S.C.R.E.A. 
M.I.N.G. 
tell your friends "he's screaming for reasons of his own. 
he don't scream for you and me." 
S.K.U. double "L" 
and B.O.Y. 
if screaming don't stunt my growth, 
i'll become a screaming skull guy 
then the hooks in my scream will dig in 
and pull down the sky. 

you can poke my belly. 
you can poke my eye. 
this skullboy gonna scream, he ain't gonna cry. 
this skullboy baby gonna scream til the day he die. 
i can scream my own head off. 
i can scream you DEAD. 
you can't avert your gaze from my hovering skullboy head. 
i'll be screaming in my skullboy sleep when i go to bed. 

(chorus) 

i'm a screaming skullboy 
screaming all the time. 
screaming til my head pops off, then my head fights crime. 
screaming for a raspberry rickey with a twist of lime. 
i'm a screaming skullboy. 
screaming ALL NIGHT LONG. 
screaming cuz i know i'm trapped inside a song. 
it's a kind of hell, but i ain't done nothing wrong. 

(chorus) 

i'm a screaming skullboy... 
i'm a screaming skullboy... 


THE SLEEP OF REASON

i have staggered down the streets of every city, 
stealing books and singing for my speed. 
the victims of my love are always with me. 
the beast within will tell me what it needs. 

i have fallen from the stars and i am wretched, 
a blackened broken angel without wings. 
if you showed me where the light was i would fetch it, 
keep it in a bag and kill it if it sings. 

i have listened long 
and i have listened deep. 
i find my reason to awaken 
when reason goes to sleep. 

i have glimpsed and tasted heaven in my travels. 
i have opened wide the strangest bedroom doors. 
i know how this dream screams as it unravels. 
i don't need to lick the mirrors anymore. 

i have listened long 
and i have listened deep. 
i find my reason to awaken 
when reason goes to sleep. 

i have languished in the valley of the shadow, 
staring at the sun and going blind. 
how can it feel so deep and be so shallow, 
this discord in the music of my mind. 

i have listened long 
and i have listened deep. 
i find my reason to awaken 
when reason goes to sleep. 

i find my reason to awaken 
when reason goes to sleep.



WHITE COTTON PANTIES

there was a time when your essence filled the room. 
now i prefer the residue of your perfume. 
vessels leak, the flesh is weak, these memories are strong. 
the way we were before the way we were went wrong. 

the ghost of you clings to every simple thing that touched you 
i love you most when you turn to go, 
but i need to huff and clutch you. 
it seems like we were just a passing fancy 
whenever i wear your white cotton panties. 

there was a time when i had just one appetite 
slipping in to you in the dead of night 
things change, things get strange, now i've got one thing on my mind: 
slipping in to the things you left behind. 

the stain of you remains on what you wore when i touched you. 
i know you most when i'm alone, too drunk to love and much too blue. 
it feels like your echo understands me 
whenever i wear your white cotton panties 

november comes to every summer love i've known 
my blood runs cold, it gets old, and she goes home. 
but in her wake, there's her sloughed lingerie to feed my dreaming... 
mementoes of her glow that fit me better than her skin... 

there was a time when your presence thrilled my soul. 
every day without you lost its light in my black hole 
i don't expect these fetish objects to add up to you. 
they conjure who you seemed to be when the things we said were true. 

this holy place you briefly graced is now a dead museum 
of plains laid in a tight white cotton cage. one huff will free them. 
i remember that your kisses taste like candy 
whenever i wear your white cotton panties 
i remember that your kisses taste like candy 
whenever i wear your white cotton panties. 
but more and more it feels like they wear me... 
more and more it feels like they wear me. 
... 
whenever i wear your white cotton panties. 


MERCURY MAN

mercury men, mercury men
traffic in data that's beyond our ken
the spectacle specialists, beauty's best friends
let's talk about mercury men

mercury men, mercury men
find everything easy, easy for them
the rest of us slave while they play let's pretend
let's talk about mercury men

mercury man, mercury man
ethical ambiguity, hi-res cat-scans
give them a month, they might yet understand
keep talking , mercury man

mercury man, mercury man
reptilian, resilient and big in Japan
what some might call chaos fits into your plans
just keep talking, mercury man

mercury mind, mercury mind
narrative mysteries, symbols and signs
it slithers, they shiver, my silver tongue shines
make me think with a mercury mind

mercury mind, mercury mind
angelic, articulate devil defined
serpent inside me, decide to unwind
make them taste my mercury mind
make them ache for my mercury mind
what i make with my mercury mind


HYPNO KID

make-up on. what will you be tonight?
boy, girl, or god? the skin you're in's too tight.
The you you knew's gone. you're turning into light.
Stare at the wall.  Scare a spectrum out of the white.

let's see everything. until we know too much.
let's coalesce long enough for us to touch.
i see straight through to your secret identities.
i'll die for you if you promise to kill for me.

millions now dreaming may never wake.
come play out five million fates before daybreak
let's make a mess. make every mistake.
your head's a dead eden. your soul is the snake.
you're so much more than the sum of your scars.
hypnokids. you are not who you are.

play me backwards. listen deep in the dark
i'll show you a sound that will tear you apart.
the world's burning down but no one world can touch me.
mirrors twist when they kiss in this hypnocracy.

Hypnokid. you are not who you are.
you're a swift eclipse. Burning up like a godstar.
Hypnokid. Malevolent telepathy.
shoot me up with synthetic memories.
hypnokid.  assimilate your enemies.
do what you did when you ate my reality.
hypnokid.
you are not who you are.


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TO BE CONTINUED
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