1. |
Imogen Heap
01:58
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I want to do things like a teacher does
But I don’t want to destroy my life
Someone come bring heavy stuff to my house
I’ll have a loading dock installed
My bandmate left me a bag of sweets
That my love bought with some love cheats
It’s chocolate covered ginger
Not sunflower seeds
We just renewed our year long lease
Put our name on the yellow sheet
Please Put some ink on the sheet so I can scan it
Our rent actually went up by ten
The realtor asked me what brought me here
So I said teaching kinds of things
and to Walk through some new neighborhood and sing Imogen heap
Symptomless carriers in my line
In my limited line of sight
Somebody come bring poem books to my house
I’ll have my mailbox open wide
I want to do things like a teacher does
But don’t want to destroy my life
I’m dull as any whetstone
come and sharpen your knife
Can I do things like a teacher does?
I don’t even know where to start
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2. |
Walk It Off
02:21
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Wheel me outside it’s 60 degrees
Put the oil-puddle sunglasses on my eyes
Slide the temples behind my ears
It’s finally hot after 25 years
Walk it off, the end is never in sight
One more step and I’ll forget you aren’t mine
Wheel me to dentists in my stroller
To put a permanent crown on impermanent molar
Church was closed a month and a half ago
All the weight you lost has warped your torso
Over bridges I’m tugged on leashes
From fanny packs to soiled britches
Cat statues in the neighbor’s window
Silver hair from the year she was widowed
Walk it off, the end is never in sight
One more step and I’ll forget you aren’t mine
Maybe a day will come when I
Don’t need you, but the odds aren’t high
Wheel me to the meter, check the number
Regret is the salt in the water we enter
Steer me with remotes in the sun, dear mother
Thorny rose stems behind your ear
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3. |
U.S. No. 1 Extra Fancy
01:38
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What did we buy?
A big bag of rice
Where did we get it from?
Asian groceries
How will we cook it?
We will add boiling water
Oh Gimme that net weight again...
9 kilograms, a little over
What color is the rice?
The rice is pretty white
What is the rice’s name
US number 1 extra fancy
Whose idea was this?
It was my girlfriend’s insight
Are there recipes on the bag?
They direct you to a website
What do we eat the rice with?
Black beans in a can
And when those run out?
It might be a little bland
Who bought the rice?
My only love made the purchase
How did she buy it without get
She wore a glove made of látex
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4. |
Tootles n' Nibs
01:39
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We saw that dude stealing a base
So we shot him, in the face
It was the high point, and now what’s left
Is an endless batch of lesser craft
They said batter up and we all laughed
They said batter up and we all laughed
They said batter up and we lost face
Dustin Hoffman was stealin a base
Dustin H was stealing a base
Now the close up shows the holes in his face
It’s the low point for a trypophobe
It’s a high point cuz the body’s a globe
Topographical growth when I grow old
Watch my topographical growth when I’m old
They said batter up and we all laughed
Topographical growth right off of the map
Dad kept buying us bigger cribs
So he just got shot by tootles and nibs
He stole me a base so I wouldn’t cry
Cuz if you grow up then you have to die
Can’t tell if the point is low or high
They say batter up and we all die
Your dad stole so we shot your dad
They say batter up and we all laugh
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5. |
Babushka
02:03
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When I’m in survival mode,
I find I need a babushka
To make us both a big pot of stuff
To wrap her shoulders in some kind of cloth
And when I’m in a lyric mode
I still need a babushka
Her pickle jars full of pungent nouns
Sew her initials on boots full of sprouts
When I’m in survival mode,
Buying new bricks for every cord,
And Stitching notes on my rhyming hoard
She’s Stirring a salve for her heirloom sword!
And saying a cryptic German word
When I’m in survival mode,
I find I need a babushka
To make us both a big pot of stuff
To wrap her shoulders and show me some love
And when I’m in a lyric mode
I still need a babushka
Her pickle jars full of pungent adverbs
Sew me together way out in the pasture
When I’m in survival mode,
Buying new bricks for every cord,
And Stitching notes on my rhyming hoard
She’s Stirring a salve for her heirloom sword!
And saying a cryptic German word
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6. |
Peter Pan
01:58
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You can flap, You can fight, You can crow
But my face In the clock And it bro-o-oke
Out into the street I go…
THE Thermometer burst in my mouth
I can fuck, I can shrug, I can shout
Into the street, I go out
EVERY nurse Gonna get A parade
While you running Someone through With your bla-a-a-ade
Peter Pan is my dad and my mom
Is a sunday school teacher for fun
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7. |
And Brian Eno
02:27
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In my dream in the office building
People paid too much attention
to a song’s production
They mimed hitting high hats
They shuffled into the elevator
We went up and down
and then to in n out again
When he got home my dad wouldn’t say
Whether my joke had landed
Just stood in the driveway with his face all red
And something dripping wrapped in newspaper
Monty python are all old men now
At least they say so
when they’re on talk shows
And that they miss Terry Jones
When nothing made sense everything was funny
Now it all makes sense and so it’s hard to laugh
It’s safe to say they’re varieties of old man now
I wanna ask them questions about
The Beatles and about Brian eno
The Beatles and about Brian eno
About the Beatles and about Brian eno
It’s safe to say they’re varieties of old man now
I wanna ask them questions about
Chapman’s sleep schedule and Brian eno
Chapman’s sleep schedule and Brian eno
When I got home my dad wouldn’t say
Whether my joke had landed
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8. |
Apollonia
02:24
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Some poet prophesied a calamity
We knew better than to care,
but we cared, and she hid
in her house in Springfield
We closed down the road
And astroturfed a protest
during the time of persecution, plunged certain holy women
into water with intention — of beinqq’ swept away
during the time of persecution, plunged certain holy women
into water with intention — of bein’ swept away
The jaggedness of her teeth
Was her last line of defense
A mob of friends Flooded her jaws
To extract from her her famously large tooth
during the time of persecution, plunged certain holy women
into the water with intention — of bein’ swept away
during the time of persecution, plunged certain holy women
into the water with intention — of bein’ swept away
to preserve her threatened chastity
the sacredness of every splinter
she replaced her wooden teeth
with bone ones so they wouldn’t burn
We astroturfed a protest
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9. |
Two Fishermen
03:05
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Big fisherman in Jordan twelves
White leather with blue toes
Small fisherman hooks bait that smells
That’s the bait he stands and throws
Big fisherman in a shallow green hat
Small fisherman dressed in deeper black
Your shadows cast out on Tenney Pond
wavering specter’s spectral wand
Fisherman, fisherman
Mud on your shoe
Fisherman, bonne journee
PS I love you
The worm on your hook
means something to me
I can't tell you what that is just yet
Big fisherman in a salt stained cap
Small fisherman in a scuffed hard hat
Small fisherman on the trampoline
Clutching his knees to his unhatched chest
Big fish coffee in a big gulp cup
Bugs on the windshield all gave up
Fish in a barrel dodging rounds
Fish in a barrel and can’t get out
Fisherman, fisherman
Mud on your shoe
Fisherman, bonne journee
PS I love you
The worm on your hook
means something to me
I can't tell you what that is just yet
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10. |
Pregnancy Tests
02:36
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On the ground, in the park
are Pregnancy tests
Weathered stumps where songwriters walk
Stalling and merging so their paths won’t cross
The bridge is way too narrow
Over snaking pond
Killdeer puffing out their feathers
Sisters take pictures
Of each other wearing yellow and purple
One’s got a training wheel tricycle
Inattentive guardian
Windblown like a banner
Dyed red and waving
Where every winner’s here by surrender
That’s tenney park for you
Now I’m looking at flags in the park
I’m Thinking of farms that are far away
And the swift bigger sisters hauling bales of hay
Where the seraphs swing their snowy hats and milk the cows
From the swings I watch their brothers imitate the crows
Way far away where they rake the coals
Way far away where the river slows
On the ground in the park
and Pregnancy tests
Weathered stumps where songwriters walk
Never crossing paths
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11. |
You're Gonna Live
01:49
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Do as I do, not as I say
The greats are all dead
But they're firm in hand
Shakespeare is dead and gone
And the prince is a frog
But you're gonna live,
You're gonna live
Tell me the truth again,
what I already know
That we're payin in installments
on my side of the road
Autobiography notes are buried
Under miles of pulp
But it might measure up
Cuz you're gonna live
Yeah you're gonna live
Is it money I lost every day
Is that what I can call what I haven't made?
I know I suck but do
Do as I say, not as I do
The greats are all dead
But they're firm in hand
Autobiography is all buried
But we're gonna live
we're gonna live
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12. |
Short Stuff
01:25
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The rich look at me sideways
I’m much too sober for this
Their look asks
Were you one of us?
Yeah, but then you felt hunger
Sucks that there’s no school
Everyone is outside
They all pass me by and drool
Hey short stuff what’s your sign?
Cross the room with stone pitchers
Put your hand in mine, sister
Nothing left to do
But cross the county line
Cuz I got this hunger
It sucks there’s no school
Everybody’s outside
They all pass me by and drool
Hey short stuff what’s your sign
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13. |
Lecture Me
02:59
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Lecture me oh lecture me
Don’t ask a question til it’s time for questioning
Lecture me, then ask me a question
Don’t remove the causes of that repetition
That repetition, that repetition
Press on the sides of the musty accordion
Sing me a song to shoulder my aggression
Lecture me, yeah lecture me
Don’t ask a question til it’s time for questioning
I was a different person then so
When you said propose to her I didn’t understand
I was a totally different person
Cast my vote for Nixon and had all my pets declawed
cuz nothing gave me pause But nothing comes from nothing baby
Press on the sides of your musty accordion
Choke me to death when I want decompression
Lecture me, yeah lecture me
Don’t ask a question til I’ve put a couple crumbs on the ant hill
I wish you’d hold my hand
Cuz it goes over my head
I swear I heard what you said
But it went over my head
And I know that you’re dying
From bein polite
And I know you’ve been trying
To make me your wife
It’s cool, I know that you’re right
Sometimes you welcome a breeze
Sometimes you’re just gonna freeze
I wish you’d understand
It just went over my head
The indigestible syntax
The five dollar words
And every thing that you’re saying
I’ve already heard
But then it slurred
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14. |
Gautama's Hangover
01:57
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Gravity was strengthening over your hair
One could see it thickening into the air
Lighthouses were given the mayor in the storm
They didn’t keep the trembling jockeys warm
The tadpoles in the lake had translucent guts
No young man made of fire redeemed our butts
Our love was made of vapor and cholera
But it luckily sustained us and found our rut
I’ll be right back
After I hit the sack
I had a bit too much sack
But I will be right back
Hurricane that raged in the old black cloud
Laughed at our dismay but it left us alone
Dreams lost all their girls like a tree lost a leaf
Sergeants full of cancer were healed by the grief
Someone tried to tell me the prison wasn’t fair
Lavatory bandits were glittering in prayer
G. was so hungover he bowled at the moon
The prayer went up from every cockeyed home
I’ll be right back
After I hit the sack
I had a bit too much sack
But I’ll be right back
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15. |
The Spoils
00:52
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You can tell that he’s upset
April made him too many clouds
All his songs are sounding better
With the lyric sheets all blacked out
Why you give him a look so dark,
Just because he got there first?
The grave aims to marry its robber,
robber aims to preserve the spoils
Which saint ever will sponsor
The scholar that is under the tongue?
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16. |
Wiseacre
02:15
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I got what I came here for
Now I have to go back
Did the stage play need a daughter?
Was the side plot sure of that?
I had a dream that your fall was all of my fault
Dad’s on his back after failed somersault…
no bad news is breaking
From wiseacre snob
no good news is breaking
From wide empty lot
Who knows what he’s saying
When we’re on the phone
with the time that he’s taking
My son bought me a song
It’s no kind of proverb
That weddings are simple
and I’m dragged by a magnet
held under the table
the hate is interstitial
but The joy is what we breathe
Just put me in neutral
And Point me at trees
no bad news is breaking
From wiseacre snob
no good news is breaking
From wide empty lot
Who knows what he’s saying
When we’re on the phone
Now that you're so far away
I need need need need your song
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17. |
Cat Statues
01:21
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Cat statues in the windows
In the houses where they swap rings
Always standing up their creditors
And flying from their editors
The vows lack cream, they’re very thin
It suffices to spike the vows with cinnamon
I’ll cling to your hip, we’ll look straight ahead
We’ll hire a third who will watch where we step
The cat statues are indoors, out of the wind
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