Trigger Cut
lies and betrayals
fruit-covered nails
electricity and lust
won't break the door

i've got a heavy coat
it's filled with rocks and sand
and if i lose it
i'll be coming back today
(i got a message for you)
i'll be coming back today
(i keep it in my hand)
ya know i'm coming back one day
(i've got a sister or two)
and i'll be coming back today

ex-magician
still knows the tricks
tricks are everything to me
until it's free

i've got a trigger cut
and i can't pull it back
but if i learn how i'll be
coming back today
(i got a message for you)
you know i'm coming back today
(i keep it in my hand)
and you will look at me and say
(i've got a sister to you?)
that you just wish i went away.

sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

i learned the truth,
the truth of the words,
truth i made for you
because it's just as good

and if i spit it out
before i chew the
ring i'll rearrange it
till it looks just right today
(i got a message for you)
and i'll be coming my way
(i keep it in my hand)
and you will look at me and say
(i've got a sister or two)
that you just wish i went away...today.
 

No Life Singed Her
take me down from the ridge where
the summer ends, we'll watch the city
spread out just like a jet's flame.
i've got a secret for you, i cut your
angel in two, i left her bleeding
and soaked it with a dry sponge
        no life has singed her now
        (i can see it fade)
we've got a license to live, it's our only one,
if it expires we float up to the dust haze.
i've got a secret for you, i cut your
angel in two, i saw her spinning and dripping
on your new dress...
        no life has singed her now
        (i can see it fade)
 

In the Mouth a Desert
can you treat it like an oil well
when it's underground out of sight?
and if the sight is just a whore sign
can it make enough sense to me?
pretend the table is a trust knot
we'll put our labels down faith is down
and watch the yards of twine unravel
and you'll never get it back

it's what i want (it's what i want)
it's what i want (twine comes down)
it's what i want (it's what i want)
don't you know
I could make a try

well i've been crowned, the king of it
and it is all we have so wait
to hear my words and
they're diamond sharp
i could open it up and it's up and down

it's what i want (it's what i want)
I see you beg like a little dog (ball and twine)
don't ya know that it's what i want (it's what i want)
I'll see ya beg and
it makes a try, make me try, make me try, make me try
i've been down, the king of it
'Cause all we have I've been down
And I could wait to hear my words and
they're diamond sharp today
 

Conduit for Sale!
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'....

Imagine if you will Herr Proctor,
alias a nobleman, son of son of scion of scion.
Part of his rich inheritance,
parcel in generous divorced sentence forthwith being
Certain plots of land and living quarters
deemed by all gentlemen, and wives thereof,
to be grossly humane and frankly, quite undirty.

I'm tryin', I'm tryin'....

Herr Proctor, in his enviable good taste,
tries quick escape gambit via local
periodicals, but no takers.
The land unenviably stationed in a conduit
between two cells, a veritable no-man's-land,  rain, the flophouse, cog-bone terrors
and carbon monoxide wallpaper.
All his brig-deck trina boys ask: is it livable?

I'm tryin', I'm tryin'....

(No one's gonna save me, no one's gonna make me rearrange)

Unable to bear the scandal, Ray, philanthropist,
rents low-down scab house in conduit,
Herr Proctor offers said land for a song,
but no one wants to sing.
In an attempt to retain social privileges,
yet mask it as goodwill, he says to the conduit members, 'Take this rotten old tree and make it bear fruit."
Cheers erupted throughout the thing settlement.
An Italian male was heard to say,
"Between here and there
is better than either here or there!"

I'm tryin', I'm tryin'...
 

Zurich is Stained
i can't sing it strong enough:
that kind of strength i just don't have.
if you watch the lights change please
don't hold them hanging
        you think it's easy, but you're wrong
        i'm not one half of the problem
        zurich is stained and it's not my fault
        just hold me back or let me run
what does it mean, a mistake or two
if it's the kind of mistake no one can trace
to the fountain where we sold it
and held them hanging.
        you think it's easy, but you're wrong
        i'm not one half of the problem
        zurich is stained and it's not my fault
        just hold me back or let me run
 

Chesley's Little Wrists
I'm bogged down
etc.

Loretta's Scars
how can i make my body shed for you?
how can i make my body shed
around your metal scars
        loretta's scars

from now on i can see the sun
makes me anxious, makes me run
from now on i can see the sun
makes me nervous, makes me run
 

Here
i was dressed for success
but success it never comes
and i'm the only one who laughs
at your jokes when they are so bad
and your jokes are always bad
but they're not as bad as this.
        come join us in a prayer
        we'll be waiting, waiting where
        everything's ending here
and all the sterile striking it
defends an empty dock you cast away
and rain upon you forehead
where the mist's for hire if it's
just too clear
        let's spend our last
        quarter stance randomly
        go down to the outlet once again.
painted portrait of minions and slaves
crotch mavens and one night plays
are they the only ones who laugh?
at the jokes when they are so bad
and the jokes are always bad
but they're not as bad as this.
and all the spanish candles
unsold have gone away to this
and a "run-on piece of mount on"
trembles, shivers runs down the freeway
i guess she spent her last quarter
randomly
i guess a guess is the best i'll do...
i'll do...last guess
last time, last time is the best time
 

Two states
two states!
we want two states
north and south
two, two states
        forty million daggers
two states
we want two states
there's no culture
there's no spies
        forty million daggers
 

Perfume-v
fun for an hour when the hour's gone
can one trick nights feed 40 days?
in my bed at the break of dawn she
shivered like a vein slashed bright and new
        she's got the radio active,
        it makes me feel ok
        (i don't feel ok)
grip-force the vial, strip the locks smash
the set and slash the beds and when it
looks like a wife's ex-plot we'll cover
all the rugs with cheap perfume
        like a docent's lisp
        like a damsel's spit
        like a dry gin's twist (of lime)
        like a poor droll sir
        like a poke's dull spurs
        like a pastor's flock (no church)
 

Fame Throwa
fame throwa pass out the gold, the diamond
watch, the last reward, all the things we had
before you sold us out and took it all.
head-borne cries from zenith sluts, astral
rites from dead-end ruts
these ends are sick-end wars
        one of our nation's spies
        one of our first recruits.
        click with her leather thighs
        one of our first recruits.
how can you know? in the distance lies
a grower, nee roudolph king of fame throwa
son of groupie, red-worn sexan: spent his
cash convincing us that the desert was
a starscape and sold our lives for a
satellite so we could cry:
        "naked, naked foul"(sic)
 

Jackals, False Grails: The Lonesome Era
i've got
one holy life to live
i've got
one holy life to give
 

Our Singer
I've been waiting
anticipating
sun comes up
the skies wont sink my soul
i've dreamt of this
but it never comes
but it never comes

The horizon
the natures dry
faux!

I've been dreaming
traced out but dreamin
sun comes up
blisters burn my soul
i'm dreamin
of something now
of something now

on the horizon
the natures dry
and all the gritty ones