Auto De Fe
I see heresy
I'll get you that up close
(and personal)
with my insides
that'll make an autowreck autopsy
look like a slow day at Supercuts
cut it
And I'll get you that
too close to tell
what's what
and which burning witch is which
but I guess you're too close
to tell me
exactly how it feels
feel it
out out out
kick that heretic
suffer your grand and inquisitive nature
Houndgod
A wishbone, horseshoe, four-leaf cloverYour dogmas backward can't be saved by His grace
Your dogs all backward can't be saved by disgrace
This dog backs his word and he remembers your face
Thats you, thats you, thats you
Thats your handle
Those goddamn punks better know that they owe what they owe
Those goddamn punks better know that they owe what they owe
their God took a punch on the nose and it flows and it flows
You're so high
so high, so high
so low
solo
You're so high and lonely
Smashy's Theme
Smash it up a bitIts on, its going on
Take yo blah blah
Judas(gibberish)Jesus kisser
blah blah
Where's your ear at
blah blah pick it up
(gibberish)she's lyin' blah
blah... on the floor
out the door
A whirling dervish
All fist and elbows
In a hurricane
Of fingernails and teeth
Car crash your ass
I follow the rule of Gandhi and King
Follow them to their non-violent end
violated and volitile
Smash it
(The Epic of Henri Cartier Bresson)
Part 1
I like cats (but these eyes don't like cats)
its all in the air its all up
and my sides were stripped from my hands
as she thumbed the pages of employment
"there's alot of work to be done, but not enough
to go round"
Yeah I know all about them
the vibrations the gravity
they just can't weight
(wait)
its all in the hips
straight to the hips
Feel the time and space
thats pretends to separate
grow thin like a
mexican mustache
There's not a lifeguard alive
that could smuggle grapes across those borders
its a mouth on tail kinda time
where forever keeps
happening
Whats between
when they're so close they're touching
so much more than your equations dictate
(all time
no space)
"We are the music-makers,
-Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy
dear And we are dreamers of dreams,
, Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
dreamer And sitting by desolate streams;
,, World-losers and world-forsakers,
dreaming Of whom the pale moon gleams;
,,,,,Yet we are the movers and shakers
dreamalittle Of the world for ever, it seems."