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Trust Me
Tried but could not
Failed to convince
The one without
To have must take
And not withstand
Must stand atop
The others tall
And cry aloud
A victory call
Unconvinced
The one without
Looks above
Seeing the blade
Lets it plunge
Into his mouth
And silence him
Willing Swirly
I’d gladly shove my head into the bowl
Let it go, let it go
Round and round
With a swirly sound
Oh give me my willing swirly please
Oh give me my willing swirly please
It is difficult to breathe this urine water
Porcelain plummet, mop and bucket
Bobbing flush
Bending at the knees push down the handle
Let cool liquid clean my hair
And take my cares right down the drain
Oh give me my willing swirly please
Oh give me my willing swirly please
Circle
(instrumental)
Sandra
Frolicking Sandra White
With her flowering hope turned bright
Her hair all done up with curls
She’s not like the other girls
Waiting for Mr. Right
Saving herself all her life
Everyday that she has saved
No man’s known this old maid
Shaky Tommy Right
Says that he has got to fight
Poker takes him out all night
He would rather party on
And leave her lonely in her gown
Her hair’s done up in curls
She’s not like the other girls
Sandra’s waiting up all night
Teapot boiling pacing fast
Restless lonely he’s not there
Once again turn out the light
Waiting for Mr. Right
Saving herself all her life
Everyday that she has saved
Takes her closer to the grave
Frolicking Sandra White
With her flowering hope turned bright
Her hair all done up with curls
She’s not like the other girls
Fight Song
What you gonna do when you find yourself all out of luck?
What you gonna do when you realize that you are totally fucked?
What you gonna do when I locate you when you’re all alone?
What you gonna do when I smash your fuckin face down to the bone?
Come on, let’s fight, fight, fight (repeat)
Tashkent
North towards Tashkent
The sunset is orange and blue
Blurry but intense
Resisting focus
But beyond awe
We turn slowly now
Into the night
Younger Days
In my younger days
I did whip-its
It went like this
My ears rang for a day and a half
A shelling, metallic, grinding sound
All I did was breathe in
And the music began
Don’t Take Control
Don’t take control
Just let me run
Just let me go
I want to run
Just let me run
Don’t hold me back
Just let me go
Don’t take control
Sheesha
Sheesha in the brain
Awaken
Waken old haunts that fear us brave
That fold our nightmares into caves
Cloth-like again, a crease inside
The only hollow in which to hide
Awaken
State of Disunion
Listen still, America
The sound of poor and discontents
The din of oily dollars spent
The change that empires fallen brings
And with that change the current quo
Stands silent listening still
To fallen hero’s high school child
And widow’s crying naked bride
In knee-deep shredded bloody flags
A costumed country now in rags
Soil
Drive the minset gauntlet down
With an acknowledged experienced (copper) crown
And bring up soil unearthed in pounds
That make the crows relent their ground
Change the earth (grab your spade), change the world
Dig up the soil, pile up the dirt
Make your mound (Plant yourself into the mound)
Bye Bye
Bye bye this life
Find me a plot to lay my head
But put me upright instead
Call my name when I am gone
I may not whisper from beyond
But I am there