But I keep on a comin' here
and standing in this state
And I'm never really sure
if you'll take
What I'm saying the right
way
But I'm not appalled or
afraid
verbal pocket play
Is as discreet as I can
muster up to be
Because the Cadillac that's
sittin' in the back
It isn't me
Oh, no, no, no it isn't
me
I'm more at home in my galaxie
Can I do the things I wanna
do
That I don't do because
of you
And I'll take a left and
I'll second
guess into a total mess
And you're leaving me
And you're leaving me
you're leaving me with a
hated identity
No no no no it isn't me
No no no no it isn't me
No it isn't me
(repeat 4 times)
I'm more at home in my galaxie
Needle, fetal
Someone's pouring warm gravy
all over me
And you see that synthetic
therapy
Don't you know it seems
to be so unappealing
But, oh what a feeling
I wish that you would stop
spitting when
you're talking to me
And inside, air dry
I might want to go another
way
But you see now I'm too
pale to get out
Into the lovely light of
day
Oh, I'll do anything that
you say
Oh, I'll do anything that
you say
But I wish you would stop spitting when you're talking to me
I'm talkin' to myself more
(repeat 6 times)
1x1
Man to man
Stand to stand
2x4
Talkin' to myself
Roaming through the cupboard
jar of
pickles never opened since
1983
Peanuts in a pile and Elvis
down the aisle Singing gallantly
I wish I could be
(repeat 4 times)
A little more like Vernie
Oh, I wanna be
I wanna be a little more
like Vernie
When will I realize that
this skin I'm in
Hey, it isn't mine
And when will the kill be
too much meat for me to hide on
Hey, I could really use a
couple of hands
To complete one hell of
a plant stand
Oh, don't you know that
I'm caught here in the middle
Making rib cages into coffee
tables
And when I realize that this
skin I'm in
Hey, it isn't mine
And when will the thrill
be too much meat for me to find anymore
Oh, because you know I can't
hide
But oh how hard I try
But this is just the shape
I'm in, oh yeah
And though you know I can't
hide
But oh how hard I try
But this is just the shape
I'm in
Now tell me why am I to lie
If I'm holding firm and
feel the right
to lie down beside this
dog of mine
And let that perverted though
really run through my mind
I'd scrape my toes across
the floor
This day's the same as those
before
And though inside I'm feeling
giddy
Always wrong for never giving
myself an uninvaded door
So now I'll take a little
glue
I'll put together a new
glittered room for you
So I can start sitting so
pretty
Instead of sitting here
not seein' clear
Just sitting here not fittin'
here
No things ain't fittin'
here
I'll just lay my head down
beside this God of mine
And let that perverted thought
burn a hole in my mind
And if I can't lay my head
beside this God of mine
Maybe the Hunter's dog called
God
Could be a friend in time
Around and over and in-between
the seas
I need to be on top of a
mountain
Where I can be see everything
Cause this paranoia's getting
old
Now as I open my eyes to
start another day
I'm in a pile of puke
Empty bag of execuses
My love for friends and
family
you know I need them
And under a sun that's seen
it all before
My feet are so cold
And I can't believe that
I have to bang my
Head against this wall again
But the blows they have
just a little more
Space in-between them
Gonna take a breath and try
again.
I don't want to go down
I don't want to go down
I don't want to go down-
like she did
And I can't understand why
something
good's got to die before
we miss it
Mumbled talk through pigeon
park
And Hastings is wasting
away
religiously they seem to
sin
Buy, sell or trade for amens
I just don't want to feel
I just don't want to feel
I just don't want to feel-
like they feel
Hollow body for sound, trade a coat for a gown
Way up in my arms you know
I love you just a little
bit more
Raisin' nose down to chin
Smoke after smoke they all
trickle in
Anything, for anything,
and ending up with nothing
Simple pimpled young man
Sores all over his hands
He's sleeping, not so silently
I'll mop the floors for you
all
I'm a fly on the wall
Really big and listening
Burned a hand of a friend
of mine
And Bub I know that you
could fly a mile high
You told me nothing's ever
gonna come between
Nothing's ever gonna come
between
Nothing's ever gonna come
between
My dumptruck and me
Feel the thirst, it's time
for pulling over
Into the truckstop on my
daddy's shoulder
Out back where they plant
all the trees
ten feet away my daddy buries
me
GOD'S PRESENTS
If my path be smooth or rugged
If with thorns or roses
strewn
Where I go the Father seeith
And He will leave me not
alone
If I take the wings of morning
far within the giant sea
Even there His hand will
leave me
Even there my God will be
Though the gloom of night
be round me
Though I cannot see my way
Yet the Lord will see and
guide me
Because unto Him the night
is day
If my thought are good or
evil
Set me think to hide them
not
there is one above all seeing
And He beholdth every thought
And ever more my eyes beholds
me
And all my ways to Him are
known
And His loving arms enfolds
me
He will leave me not alone
God's Presents was written
by Blanche Bridge on 2/11/1884
As we all wilt
Watching you wilt
Come right away and help
me bathe away
the filthy feeling, frigid
and cold
Biting my nails to the fairy
tales
About the magic monkey's
total control
I got Indian Ken anis fleabag
friends
With their buckets full
of elephant ears
And he's breathing on me
His breath is bringing me to my knees
As we all wilt
Watching you wilt
Sunny, so funny, not funny
to me
Because, I'm bearing the
scars from it burning on me
But I feel so revived, just
sittin', here thinkin'
Then I'm hit hard, really
hard by the tide
I'm hit hard by the tide,
I'm just livid
And I'm livin'
yeah, I'm hit hard by the
tide
I'm livid, livid
Hard by the tide I'm livin'
But if I could buy the sky
that's hangin'
Over this bed of mine
If I could climb these vines
And maybe see what you're
seein'
If you were standing on the
corner staring straight
Into the eyes of Jesus Christ
One porch, one dog, one cockroach
only way to be
I got sewage fruit and it's
growing out back from roots
I don't know if they belong
to me
But if I could buy the sky
that's hangin'
Over this bed of mine
And if I could climb these
vines
and maybe see what you're
seein'
Sittin' at the edge of this
building,
Twenty stories below, a'
twenty stories below
Twenty stories below
Twenty stories below
I can't tell you how many
ways that I've sat,
And viewed my life today,
but I can tell you
I don't think that I can
find easier way
So if I see you walking
hand in hand in hand
With a three armed man,
you know I'll understand
But you should have been
in my shoes yesterday
You should have been in
my shoes yesterday
How eager the hands that reach for love
'Cause now there's a new
life to behold
And its the biggest part
of my life to unfold
'Cause now she's telling
me she'll have my baby
And a faithful father I
am to be
When I'm looking into the
eyes of our own baby
Will it bring new life into
me?
Deep inside must defy arrangement
I've been a stumblin' from
the startin' blocks 'til now
And I'll always try to justify
the way I've been behaving
Should I teach one not to
know how?
How to live in a world we live in now
'Cause there's a beautiful
life to behold
And its the biggest part
of my life to unfold
'Cause now she's telling
me she'll have my baby
And a father figure I am
to be
When I'm looking into the
eyes of our own baby
Will it bring new life into
me?
Oh please
Oh please
Oh please
Bring new life
Bring new life
Bring new life into me
See, I got a lot of fiends
around
And they're peaking through
nothing new
They see you
They see everything you
do
See everything on the inside, out
Oh, please give me a little
more
And I'll push away those
baby blues
Cause one of these days
this will die
So will me and so will you
I write a letter to a friend
of mine
I tell him how much I used
to love watch him smile
See I haven't seen him smile in a little while
Haven't seen him smile in a little while
But, I know you're laughing
from the inside out
Laughin' from the inside
out
I know you're laughing from
the inside out
Laughing from the inside
From the inside
From the inside
From the inside
From the inside out
I walk around and it feels
good to be movin'
The breeze that's blowin'
through cannot be found
Jump on the trolley that's
headed for all the hollering
And then you're gonna have
to look out for you
In desperate need of a little
more religion
To nurse your God like point
of view
Fool on the sheetroof you
gotta lay down in your ruins
The river flowin' by, is
way too big to bound
If I should speak up, and
say hello Mr. Uppercut
Oh, how nice to have avoided
you
I'll bloody bleed on everything
I'm seeing
But I keep screaming for
that glass of lemonade
Too much, too much, too much
Lemonade
(repeat 5 times)