LITTLE MINDS lyrics
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BITE
OFF THE ROSES
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That twelve-year
old girl sure knows how to flirt.
She gets all her cues from popular noise. She's fond
of that line 'bout "hiking the skirt". She's eager to
blow her future on boys.
Bite off
the roses in my head.
Stuff my pillowcase with lead.
Shove my wings deep underground.
Bite off the roses in my head.
Stuff my pillowcase with lead and shattered things.
Sneak out
with Denise to charm some rich squirt who,
she's sensing, would rather she be someone else.
Moonlight finds them dragging her through the dirt face
up on a skateboard, strapped on by belts.
Fruit flies
in her hair; bile stains on her shirt;
eyes bloodshot through lashes stucco'd with mud;
pinesap on her arm; I.V. starts to spurt.
Nurse says they found .31 in her blood.
Bite off
the roses in my head.
Stuff my pillowcase with lead.
Shove my wings deep underground.
Bite off the roses in my head.
Stuff my pillowcase with lead and tattered slings.
DREAM
A MILLION STARS
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The crayons
are being repo'd from cocoons.
The clouds learn to suckle from lead straws.
The crowd gives applause-sign applause.
Signs say
"last chance for gas next 50 miles."
Done waiting for Brothers Someday and Somehow?
I'm ready, and I hope you're willing, the time is now!
So, come out! Let's
dream a million
stars in color!
Who's that
at the Horizon Exchange?
It's Dunce, on his daddy's high horse,
to help steer a rainbow off course.
Signs say
"last gasp for change next 50 miles."
Done waiting for Brothers Someday and Somehow?
I'm ready, and I hope you're willing, the time is now!
Well, come on, and
dream a million
stars in color!
HELLO
SOMEBODY
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Maybe
I'm going through a phase. Lately I dwell on younger days,
how stars would shine for me, and how it's different for me now
Weren't
folks more easily enthused?
Were they just keeping me amused?
Guess over time the truth is shown, & so now I'm left alone.
Hello somebody Hello anybody
This world,
it loves to pigeonhole,
That way the demons take control
Folks nod their heads but don't embrace the soul behind the face
I'm drinking
solid dusk to dawn
Got no one to depend upon
My only friend's the dial tone
I'm sitting by the phone
Hello somebody
Hello anybody
MY LITTLE
MIND
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My little
mind so snugly fits within this tiny skull at month eleven!
Less room for cheats; for ugly thug's deceits; for brats and boobs on
channel seven.
I will
shine Light to lead the blind.
I'll be fine 'til Hell fucks all the Heaven that is left inside.
Aye! Me
mind! meet your muse at four, when all the world's a backstage banquet!
Hey, little mind! what else, pray tell, is in store? Quick! Before they
teach us Language!
When will
your fancies play the fool? Who'll flay you first with ridicule?
When will you discern they're disinclined to wander through the wonders
you've designed, little mind?
The future's
a trap:
seduces with fables of fortunes that land
on my lap; and maybe a model who'll crave me like fly
on a crap. When, really, I'll either shine shoes with my hand
on my cap, or father some bothersome children and die
of the Clap.
When will
your fancies play the fool? Who'll flay you first with ridicule?
How often will their slaps help me breathe?
When
will it become their way to
blind-side my pride?
Well, wait til I learn to teethe!
All blood-stained white, my flesh, the flag, waves:
I will
shine Light to lead the blind.
I'll be fine 'til Hell fucks all the Heaven that is left inside my
mind.
MAY
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The only
bugs seems to be these buxom, busy,
breeding bees who appear as charmed as we by
the flowers on your dress. The evening breeze wears
a perfume sweet enough to ask in the room and warm
enough I don't presume it's keeping secrets. It rustles
each of these tree's fleece, each of these tall boys, green
and obese, with their uncombed hair, humming peace
and making me full within. The sun knows only to be serene,
and hasn't learned to scream holes in the screen which lines
this carriage clean and protects this fresh, moist, skin of May.
May. I
know I'll lose you, you're only here one inch out of
every year, and every time you disappear before I learn how
to work your faucets. I wish I could stop these bland etudes
and savor—blessed with an aptitude for full-figured gratitude
—each second, each stitch on your corset, May.
SAIL
YOUR SHIP
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When I
met you, you were off course.
Fate's winds blew you to my sand.
You said, "My! What beauty lies here!"
but you just needed some dry land.
you hired
hands to recruit me.
but them uniforms don't suit me.
Well, if Dumbshit You donŐt care
to give something new a try,
just sail your ship by.
Found you
storm-tossed, off the whale's roads,
seaweed-necklaced, all soiled and green.
Led you uphill. I fed you plenty.
Your mates drank with my best fifteen.
But once
you saw you wouldn't rule me
you pulled out all the stops to fool me,
with flattery only to confound me.
Then deflowered all the bounty!
Look, if you're too scared to bear
to open one spare blue eye,
just sail your ship by.
Oh, look
at you! Look at you! You dress like a pirate! a devil!
Well, I work another level
some might call higher. But I ain't talking height.
I've just found fire's better used for light.
Heads up, all you bankrolled babes, here's a beam to blast your astrolabes!
And if you dare not even spare
One minute bare spot in your mind...
...sail your ship by.
MARIGOLD
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You and
I are one
in fear of loneliness
and danger of neglect.
We're apt
to wither in distress.
Cold rush of water fills
this rusted tin of corn
and all to risk a prick
from your neighbor Rose's thorn.
Come on,
Marigold, where's that geekish grace?
The moon is mute and cold.
Let your sweet breath fill the space.
Soon you
will bloom into
a woman, pure and royal.
You'll be released for good
from the black prison of this soil.
I'll show you to the streams.
We'll run through woods and moors
'til you can smell the sea.
Watch the tides embroider shores.
Come on,
Marigold, when will the sun replace
your leaves with arms to hold,
and your petals with a face?
They placed
you on the sun-drenched side
and whispered while the earth around you dried.
Your throat quenched only 'cause you cried.
While everything you'd grown up with had died.
All you had had died.
Come on,
Marigold, where's that geekish grace?
The gods are growing old!
Tell me when can we embrace?
BEHOLD
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This tale's
been told a time or two
but I keep forgetting how it ends
My crystal ball is consistently wrong
sometimes it's better not to stare
I sink and sit on the ocean floor
come up to fast and get the bends
Behind
disguise, I find you and
Beyond surprised, I'm caving in
Behold, what lies beneath the seen
Life turns
like a mouse on a track
We're blindfolded that's the twist
Our epic clutters up the cutting room floor
Imagined moments disappear
Nosferatu in a green fright wig
I can't believe we ever kissed
Behind
disguise, I find you and
Beyond surprised, I'm caving in
Behold, what lies beneath the seen
SCHIZOID
ASTROPLANE
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Hey, gurl!
Your backyard's tight, as runways go. But I landed fine.
Allow me to introduce myself. I'm from that star there.
Don't go
calling the Police. Don't shriek & run & hide.
I only come in Peace, inviting you inside my Schizoid Astroplane.
Step inside my Schizoid Astroplane.
Hey, gurl! I watched you from beyond the clouds and my cockpit dials took me straight here. (Prob'ly should get that fixed.) Take it as a sign.
Look, if
I can't satisfy, I'll get you back by dawn.
But if you never try, you'll regret it when I'm gone.
Step inside my Schizoid Astroplane.
Hey! Flight
attendants hold the cabin doors! Gurl, check out the plus-size carpeting!
Sorry, no seats left. Hope this bed will do!
Captain's
singing "Westward Ho!" We've got the amps on ten, and the sunrise in
tow!
Your future's where we've been!
Step inside
my Schizoid Astroplane. Step inside. Come in. Come in my plane.
It's such a ride, come in my astroplane.
DID
YOU DECIDE YET?
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You've
always lent an ear
for all his suffering.
Now, what's the value, dear,
for all he's offering?
And now, as you support
his dimebag martyrdom,
this road looks nothing like
the one you started from.
How long
til you decide
you need to stop the ride?
Why do you still wait for a sign?
Why can't you just make up your mind?
Or someday you'll wake up to find
it's too late to make up your mind.
You're
always back and forth
between the cold and warm.
This rollercoaster ride
has now become the norm.
You wear the right perfume.
You dress the way he likes.
You know to leave the room
once his dark thunder strikes.
How long
can you ignore
your love's too much like war?
Why do you still wait for a sign.....
You let
your martyr trap you into climbin' on
his lap just to lick upon his sap?
Did you pull upon his strap just to widen up his cap?
Did you like it when he snap at you?
Waitin for a slap are you?
'til he beat the crap outta you?
You make
a wrong move? You donŐt lose,
not if your game was true.
You make a right move? Well, you win.
So let the games begin.
MAN
27 DIES SLEEPWALKING
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(AP) Silence
throws its spread across this April dawn.
Its cotton coating soaks up dyes of the morning dew.
Sunlight
shows its head to choirs of water drops.
Its wealth of hours warming this cold and golden morning, reassuring
and informing,
"No white wind will be storming for a long time."
Spider
sews his thread atop this leaf, his lawn.
He crawls, a big and black umbrella with his legs open wide.
And you
wish a closer viewing, but your six short legs aren't moving.
Now the spider's silk is spooling over you.
Why do you shudder?
Don't you feel a thing anymore?
Don't you feel yourself shudder?
Don't you? Don't you feel?
Siren crows, "He's dead!"
throughout these concrete crops, winds slowly to a stop at his six-story
drop.
The tired city clears its eyes of the morning dew.
HEAVEN'S
BALLOON
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god imagine
me upon your dream
not prohibited a love supreme
thrilled to be transmuted by pure steam
filled until I can't command a seam
but when
it's the same
and I can't tell the moon
"come bear the blame"
and no other kind cocoon
can share the shame
of a wasted afternoon,
who'll carry me the way that you call home?
god imagine
me released from this
substance there replaces artifice
buried in the bosom of pure bliss
married to the wisdom of your kiss
but when
melting waves
turn shoreline frost to froth
and no eighth heart saves
the mother of the moth
and no ghost engraves
the cross upon the cloth
who'll carry me the way that you call home?