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Methadone Friend
05:23
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It was just one of those things
Just one of those crazy things
It was just one of those things
Just one of those desperate things
And I like your hair better than no hair
And I like your face better than none
And i like your arms better than no arms
Though prosthetic limbs are not without their charms
And I like your teeth better than no teeth
And I like your lips better than none
And i like your voice better than no voice
Though silence is golden and I don´t much care for your word choice
Methadone friend
Before i met you
Every bone in my body was sad
Now only my lips are blue
It was just one of those shit-faced things
And I like your neck better than no neck
And I like your lazy-eye better than none
And I like your hangnails that bleed when you walk
And I like your blood as it pools in my socks
And I like your hands better than no hands
And i like your elbows much better than none
And I like your skin better than no skin
Though sometimes I like to imagine you just as a skeleton
Methadone friend
Before i met you
Every bone in my body was sad
Now only my lips are blue
I fumble and hiss
I mumble and kiss everything that can walk
I stumble and piss where I eat and I shit
And I like your hair better than no hair
And I like your face better than none
And I like your teeth better than no teeth
´Cause nothing else hurts when you sink them down into me
Methadone friend, methadone friend
It was just one of those things
It was just one of those methadone things
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Hobo Doreen
05:15
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Hobo Doreen, my panhandling queen
She was the prettiest bag lady I´d ever seen
She´s a wine-chuggin´, whisky-bottle-huggin´
Diamond of this rough scene
She´s always wandering round bringing men to the ground
With a bat of her eyes and an “I´ve got no place to stay tonight”
She´s too brittle to break
She´s too little to shake
She´s a bit of a rake
But she´s the belle of the motel
Hobo Doreen, she don´t say what she means
But she means as she does and she does as she pleases
She´s a pain in your ascot
And a rat in your haute cuisine (don´t you know better)
With her eyes so forlorn
She´s too cute to be borne
You can only adore and adorn her
Doreen, Doreen
Oh she struts just like a movie queen
Doreen, Doreen
Oh she´ll flash that ivory to cash that green
Doreen, Doreen, Doreen, Doreen
Don´t let her in your limousine
Hobo Doreen, she ain´t fresh, she ain´t clean
But her eau de pheromone will have you moanin´ like strychnine
She´s a traffic-stoppin´, boxer-short-droppin´ sweet piece of seventeen
She´s always messin´ around, bringing uptown downtown
First you´re up, then you´re down til your stuff is nowhere to be found
And you´re flat on the floor as she flits out the door
But you know she´s much more than a whore
She´s a tiger, she´s a mouse
She´ll eat everything in your house
She´s your joy, she´s your grief
Got the eyes of a saint and the paws of a thief
She´s your heaven, she´s your hell
But she´ll drain you down to your wishing well
She´s your princess, your muse
But she´ll blow out your fuse
She´s your fire, she´s your ice
But it comes at a price
And I´m talking Bergdorf´s, not Filene´s
Cause she´s Doreen, Doreen
Oh she fucks just like another kinda movie queen
Doreen, Doreen
Hide your watch, your wedding ring, and your Vicadin
Doreen, Doreen, Doreen, Doreen
Don´t let her in your limousine
Don´t let her in your limousine
You can run, you can hide
You can beg, you can cry
You can call the authorities
But you´ll always go home with Doreen
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Butterface
03:08
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Bottle blonde
One-time Miss Iowa
Aged out of Miss America
Spray-on skin
Paint-on face
You can count all my bones
You can paint me any color you want
Silicone and
Rhinestone soul
Blow-up lips and tits and ego
Hairs may sprout
And eyes may sag
But you can buy your body like a bag
You can paint me any color you want
My body
My temple
My Sistine Chapel Dome
My body
My investment
My forever home
Trophy wife
Shine from your pedestal
Cry tears of semi-precious metals
Prozac princess
Popping pills
And singing plastic songs
Where did your voice go?
Where did your face go?
Where did your voice go?
Where did your face go?
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I am a sadsack I am a wet dog I am a wrung rag I am a split log
I am a hat trick I am a swan song I am a death tick I am a gravity bong
Get off my bandwagon!
I ride my tandem solo I ride my tandem solo I ride my tandem solo so solo
I am a cracked egg you are a lame duck I am a red flag you were a hell of a fuck
I am a beached whale caught in a fish pond throw me a rat-tail that I can hang onto
We wake and bake and we die alone and sober we die alone and sober we die alone and sober
Well not always so sober
Everyone sleeps alone in the funhouse
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Wedding Song
04:29
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I am the wound you never knew was there
I am the tumor that just ran out of air
I am the mange that comes out in the rain
I am the strange taste he left in your mouth
I am the sad songs he sung for a while
I am the late nights you wondered about
And I know that every home has its secrets
Every house has its pests
And I guess I´m one of yours
Well I guess I´m one of yours
You were a rusty nail in my foot
You were a father figure
We never did each other any good
I was a loaded gun with no trigger
And I cried for the youth I hadn´t lost yet
And you cried for the comfort of your safety net
And we tried to pretend that it was something other than a
Dirty little secret
And like the mouse that nibbles at the wires
And like the possum that scratches at your tires
And like the termites that scuttle in the cellar
I am the one lie you will never tell her
´Cause every home has its creatures
And every house has its pests
And i guess i´m one of yours oh I guess I´m one of yours
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Gowanus
05:34
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I left a message for you at the bottom of the Gowanus
Scrawled on toxic splinters
Fallen through the cracks of our own ecstatic honesty
It swam to meet the fishes
And the broken bodies sleeping among them
And how their bodies glistened with the chemical reflections
Of their mutant fishy friends
And I wonder - what can live here? What can survive here?
What can live here, what can survive.
I wrote a letter to you at the bottom of the Ybbs.
You said it was your river
But I think it´s just a stream,
And you some holy-headed dream
And do you know, and do you know, and do you know how much I thought I loved you?
I wrote a song for you
In the middle of your Also Sprach Zarathustra
In its beloved tatters, which I read upon the Brooklyn Bridge
And learned that nothing really matters
But why do all these wanton things spring and spring again,
And spring again from joy into existence?
How can they only do it once?
So I sing again, and sing again this song to numb my own resistance:
What can live here, what can survive here?
What can live here, what can survive
And do you know, and do you know, and do you know how much I thought I loved you?
And do you know, and do you know.
I wrote this song for you originally,
But now it´s my song.
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8. |
When You're Gone
04:35
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When you´re gone
I floss my teeth
When you´re gone
I don´t eat much red meat
I run a lot
I make a lot of lists
I lie awake
And wonder if you miss me
Like I do you
And if you´re
A little hungover too
Cause I drink a lot
And watch terrible TV
Call all my friends
To come around and entertain me
But no one says the right things, and no one sings the right songs
And the toilet´s stuck, and the coffee sucks, and the weather's wrong
And the nights are much too long
When you're gone.
When you're gone
I brush my hair
When you're gone
I try to take good care of my person
But who cares if that person's
Just a shadow of myself when I´m with you
When you're gone I lose my head
And though I may regain my cool
Each day seems like a foolish escapade
Without the logic of you
Sleeping and waking
In my bed
When you're gone
I dry my tears
When you're gone
I count the days,
And months, and years
And I laugh a lot
And I blush just like a kid
And I think of all the things we did and haven´t done yet
Cause you know all the right words and you sing all the right songs
And the milk can turn, and the food can burn
And the sky can rain all its hurricanes
And the roof can leak and the trains can shriek and the city can shut down for a week
And the doors can slam and the traffic jam, oh, but I won´t give a damn
Cause when you're gone
You come back
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Ornithology
05:28
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I used to like you because you liked birds.
I used to like you because you liked birds!
And you knew all their names:
Red-finch, blue-tit, black-backed woodpecker,
Catbird, killdeer, rock dove, turkey vulture,
Waxwing, chickadee, yellow-bellied sapsucker..
But do you know where you can shove your ornithology my love?
I used to like you because you liked trees.
I used to like you because you liked trees!
And you knew all their species,
And you knew all their sub-species
But do you know where you can shove your botany my love?
Everyone thinks they're so special
Everyone thinks they're so wonderful
Everyone thinks they're the first person who thinks that trains are romantic
Everyone cries when they first stick their noses into the Atlantic
Everyone, everyone
Thinks they're the only one
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Meaghan Burke New York, New York
Meaghan Burke is a Brooklyn-based cellist, singer, and songwriter of many hats. She can be found playing with The Rhythm Method string quartet, Forever House, Loose Lips Sink Ships, The Gene, Dead Language, and various other outfits.
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