1. Samson

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go
I have to go

Your hair was long
When we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonderbread
And went right back to bed

And history books forgot about us
And the Bible didn't mention us
And the Bible didn't mention us
Not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light
They're just old light

Your hair was long
When we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
He told me I was beautiful
And came into my bed

Oh, I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me till the morning light, the morning light
And he kissed me till the morning light...

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonderbread
And went right back to bed

Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah, we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the Bible didn't mention us
Not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first

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2. Oedipus

Dun, t-t-dun, t-dun, t-dun-dun
T-t-dun-dun
Dun, t-t-dun, t-dun, t-dun-dun
T-t-dun-dun
Dun, t-t-dun, t-dun, t-dun-dun
T-t-dun
T-t-dun, t-dun, t-dun

I'm the king's thirty-second son
Born to him a thirty-second time
Born to him with my hair still on
Born to him with two eyebrows on
And that's all I was wearing
When I woke up staring at the world

My mom had been a rather crazy queen
But not at all like a sex machine
She liked to keep her body clean, clean
Thought the world to be quite obscene
But she'd retire to her chambers
And we remain quite strangers

And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful

Mm-hmm...

I'm the king's thirty-second son
Man, all it took was thirty second's time
But a spoiled little prince I was not
Had a chamber maid and a chamber pot
And there's thirty-one others just like me
There's thirty-one others I can be

Sometimes I'd stand by the royal walls
The sky'd be so big that it broke my soul
And I'd stand on my toes to catch a glimpse
Of my mother's eyes and my mother's skin
But she'd retire to her chamber
And we'd remain quite strangers

And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful

And one morning I woke up
And I thought, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Then one morning and I woke up
And I thought, Rex, Rex, Rex
Then one morning I woke up
And I thought, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
'Cause thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna, uh, oh
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna, uh, uh, oh

Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the

I'm the king's thirty-second son
There's thirty-one others just like me
There's thirty-one others on the way
There's thirty-one others after that

Sometimes I stand by the royal gate
People screaming love and hate
And they scream, and they scream, and they scream, and they scream
Long live the king, long live the queen!

And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful

And then one morning I woke up
And I thought, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Then one morning, and I woke up
And I thought, Rex, Rex, Rex
Then one morning, I woke up
And I thought, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
'Cause thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two's still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna, uh, uh, uh
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Thirty-two

Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king

3. Prisoners

All of the prisoners serving life sentences
Wait for the earth to suddenly shake
For the walls to somehow suddenly come crumbling, tumbling, and
For the bars to somehow magically break

Aw, there's nothing wrong with them
That a thousand bucks can't fix
That a thousand arms can't hold down
In the ground, they're tattooing the stones with
Cusses like cavemen, yo' momma was here

But they want to run through the air with no barriers or obstacles
Gunmen or guard dogs or priests
And to rise from the mud and start over and over
With the people all dead

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
If Hans Christian Andersen could've had his way with me
Then none of this shit would have ever gone down
In my cell, I'm tattooing myself with
Mermaids and swallows, and though I do swallow
My mama thinks I'm grown, but I'm really just little
And someday I will remember
Someday I will remember
Someday I will remember

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4. Reading Time With Pickle

Walking home from work
Stop at the supermarket
The condiment aisle
A jar of pickles catches the eye
Made eye contact with a solitary pickle—ah!
Bought the jar, took it home

Then made it up the stairs
And made it through the doorway
And waded through the floor
Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom
The truest room
In the whole damn
House

Sayin' love
Is the answer
To a question that I
have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
So the answer has got to be
Love
Yeah

So feeding time with TV
Then sleeping time, not sleepy
So reading time with pickle
But where the bedside lamp had been
Is now emanating soft, soft green

Has it always been this way?
Is it possible that all this magic went unnoticed?
Maybe now things'll start to change
And life will turn a better page
No more rage

Sayin' love
Is the answer
To a question that I
Have forgotten
But I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be love
La-love, la-la-la, la-la-love

Tomorrow, back to work again
But run to the supermarket
Running hopeful through the aisles
Haven't been this happy in a long time
But not a single jar was smiling
After all

Man, pickle jars are just
Pickle jars
And pickles are just pickles
Ingredients:
Water, salt, cucumbers
Garlic and pickling spices

But love
Is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be
Lo... love
Is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be
Love
And the answer's got to be love
And the answer's got to be love
And the answer's got to be love

5. Consequence of Sound

My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
And they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
And tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories
Nutrition values
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering
Inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds

Got a soundtrack in my mind
All the time
Kids screamin' from too much beat up
And they don't even rhyme
They just stand there, on a street corner
Skin tucked in and meat side out and shouting
I'd like to turn 'em down
But there ain't no knob
Born into picket fences
Not into picket lines
All this hippie shit's for the '60s
and a cliché in our times, but
What if one of these days your heart
Will just stop ticking
And they sort of just don't find you
Till your cubicle is reeking?

The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah
Dan, t-t-dan, t-t-dan-dan-dan
Dan, t-t-dan, t-t-dan-dan-dan

Did you know that the gravedigger's still gettin' stuck in the machine
Even though it's a whole other daydream?
It's another town
It's another world
Where the kid's asleep
And the loans are paid
And the lawns are mowed
What'd ya think
All the gravediggers were gone
Just 'cause one song is done?
There's always another one
Waiting right around the bend
Till this one ends
Then it begins
Sqeaky clean
And it starts all over again

The weather report keeps on
Tossing and turning
Predicting and warning
And warning and warning of
Possible leakage from news publications, and
Possible leakage from news TV stations; that
Very same morning, right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing
The National Geographic was being too graphic
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic
The world's got a nosebleed, it said
And we're flooding, but we keep on cutting the trees and the forests!
And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV
Who claim they will save us, but want to enslave us, and
Sweating like demons, they scream through our speakers
But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder, and
No one's the killer and no one's the martyr
The world that has made us can no longer contain us
And prophets are silent and rotting away, 'cause

The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah
Dan, t-t-dan, t-t-dan-dan-dan-dan
Dan, dan, t-t-dan, t-dan-dan

My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
And they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
And tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories
Nutrition values
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds

6. Daniel Cowman

On the day that Daniel Cowman stopped existing
The world should have ended right then and there
Precisely 4:15, when he stopped existing
The world should have ended
How could it go on?
How could it go on?
How could it go on?

Well, I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist

So now that we've got that straight
Does it mean that I can fly?
Does it mean I that I can go do whatever I want?
Now that we've got that clear
And you know that I'm not here
Does it mean that I can go do whatever I please?

The premature ejaculation of his death sentence
Hit Daniel in the face like a big round spitball, hwk-pfff
And everything got hazy in the courtroom
And then he stood up and then he sat back down
Another two times in a row
And everything got real slow
Like a gunshot in the movies
And he remembered
Heroin Boy walking through the door
Bouncing off the walls and the floor
Taking off his belt
Taking off his pants
Filling up the bathtub
Getting ready to go in for a swim

Singing, I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist

So now that we've got that straight
Does it mean that I can fly?
Does it mean that I can go do whatever I want?
Now that we've got that clear
And you know that I'm not here
Does it mean that I can go do whatever I please?
And he start remembering and remembering and remembering and remembering and remembering...

The Heroin Boy
He walked through the door
And he was screaming
And everybody was like, what's you screaming as if it's the end of the world?
And he was like, well it is.
And I was sittin' in the corner with my pants down
And I was sure someone next door was blowin' up balloons
And they was red and orange

And there was this one lady at the bar
And she was trying to buy gin
And there was this other lady at the bar
And she was trying to sell gin
And it worked out good for the boths of them

And Heroin Boy
Started takin' off his belt
Started takin' off his pants
Started takin' off his shoes
Filling up the bathtub
Gettin' ready to go in for a swim
And I says nooo
You're gonna drooown
He says nooo
I can't drown
Simply because...
Shhhh..

A man destined to hang
Can never drown
A man destined to hang
Can never drown
A man destined to hang
Can never, ever drown
A man destined to drown
Can never burn
A man destined to drown
Can never burn
A man destined to drown
Can never, ever burn
A man destined to fry
Can never, ever, ever
A man destined to fry
Can never, ever, ever
A man destined to fry
Can never, ever, ever die
In any other way
But frying
Lucky that I'm dying
By hanging
And not drowning

So now that we've got that straight
Can't I just be left alone?
I want to take a fuckin' bath.

7. Bon Idée

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love

Don't tell your secrets to anyone
Because ideas are vulnerable
As soon as you say your idea out loud
Then it can go and live on its own
And you will miss it oh so much
And you will wait for it's return
And you will wish it were your own
But ideas that left never come back home

Don't tell your mother that you are afraid
Don't tell your lover that your heart might break
Don't tell your gods that you no longer believe
Because as soon as you say it out loud they will leave you
And you will miss them oh so bad
And you will wait for their return
And you will wish they were your own
But gods that have left you will never grace your home

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love

Don't tell your secrets to anyone
Because ideas are vulnerable
As soon as you say your ideas out loud
Then they can go and live on their own without you
And you will miss them oh so bad
And you will wait for their return
And you will wish they were your own
But ideas that left will never come back home

8. Aching To Pupate

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Pu-pupate, pu pate,
Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate...

I should peddle butterflies
There's a shortage in the city,
I'll stand on the street corner
All mysterious and giddy,
When the passers by pass by
I will open up my trench coat,
They will see the butterflies
Dangling like fake rolexes...

Every morning I wake up
With a purpose and a smirk
I'll put on my fake mustache,
I'll drink Heineken, eat cornflakes...

Then I'll call my mum and dad
Tell them that I'm doing fine,
Or I'll write a tipsy letter
To a real good friend of mine,
Or I'll jump upon the bed
Waltzing madly with the broomstick
But before I leave the house
I will fill my lips with lipstick...

But peddling is a dirty sport
There's competition in the city,
Everyone is on a street corner
All mysterious and giddy.
Some are selling bags and shoes,
Some are selling books and gold,
I've been standing here for days
Not one butterfly's been sold...

And how I'm
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Pu-pu-pate, pupate,
Pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate.

9. Lounge

I don't care that flowers grow for you,
And me, and me

You don't know what love is till you see,
Her standing there
A web of skin and nails and hair
A web of skin and nails and hair
And bones and bones,
And thoughts
Rush in, and out your head
You think you are alive, but you are dead

You keep, on driving in your car asleep
I'm driving in your car
I dont know why flowers grow in winter time
The sky turns gray the sun don't shine
And people rush to be on time for work,
they wrap them selves in woolen cloaks
And hats and scarves
Like larva in their incubators
Like larva in their cars
And drive and drive

*mouth trumpet*

And drive and drive and drive
Until they get away

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10. Lacrimrosa

We keep on burying our dead
We keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow
The sun doesn't help
The rain doesn't help

Aah..

If my garden would have a fence
Then the rabbits couldn't just come in
And sit on the grass
And eat all the flowers
And shit

Hi, I'm Icarus
I'm falling
Down
Man for judgement must prepare me
Spare, oh God, in mercy
Spare me

Man, I have a terrible feeling
That something's gone awful very wrong with the world
Is it something we made?
Is it something we ate?
Is it something
We drank?

Hi, I'm Icarus
I'm falling
From the dust of Earth returning
Man for judgement must prepare me
Spare, oh God, in mercy
Spare me

Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa

We keep on burying our dead
We keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow
The sun doesn't help
And all we've got
Is a giant crop
Of names
And dates

Hi, I'm Icarus
I'm falling
Down
On this day of tears and mourning
From the dust of Earth returning
Man for judgement must prepare me
Spare, oh God, in mercy
Spare me

Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus
Huic ergo parce, Deus

11. Lulliby

I know that you cannot be
Here
I know that you are not mine
Now
Looking out the window
At another window
I see toenails changing colors
Like the leaves of Fall

If you often smile
But often don't
Smile
Which do you do more often
Smile, or not?
I dreamt a hydrant
Was covered in snow
A white light glowing below...

I know that you cannot be
Here
I know that you are not mine
Now
Looking out the window
At another window
I see toenails changing colors
Like the leaves of Fall

12. Ne Me Quitte Pas

Down in Bowery
They lose their ball eyes and their lipped mouths in the night
And stumbling through the street
They say, Sir, do you got a light?
And if you do, then you're my friend
And if you don't, then you're my foe
And if you are a deity
Of any sort, then please don't go

Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas
Ah, ah, ah
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas

Down on Lexington
They walk in new shoes
Stuck to aging feet, and
Close their eyes and open
And not recognize the aging street, and
Think about the things were right
When they were young and veins were tight, and
If you are the Ghost of Christmas Past
Then won't you stay the night?

Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas
Ah, ah, ah
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas
Oh, ooh, ooh
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas
Ah, ah, ah
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas

Down in Bronxy Bronx
The kids go sledding
Down snow-covered slopes, and
Frozen noses, frozen toes
The frozen city starts to glow, and
Yes, they know that it will pass
And, yes, they know New York will thaw, but
If you're a friend of any sort
Then play along and catch a cold

Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas
Ah, ah, ah
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas
Ah, ah, ah
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas

I love Paris in the rain
I love Paris in the rain
I love
I love
I love
In the rain
I love Paris in the rain
I love Paris in the rain
And I love
I love
I love
In the rain
I love
I love
I love
In the rain

Down in Paris
They walk fast
That is, unless they're walking slow, and
In cafés they look away
That is, unless they look right in, and
In the corners I get lost
That is, unless I'm getting found, and
If you are the ghost of New York City
Won't you stick around

Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas
Ah, ah, ah
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas
Ah, ah, ah
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas

I love Paris in the rain
I love Paris in the rain
I love
I love
I love
In the rain
I love Paris in the rain
I love Paris in the rain
Man, I love
I love
I love in the rain
And I love
I love
I love in the rain...
I love
I love
In the rain
In the rain
Oh, I love
In the rain
In the rain
In the rain

Ne me quitte.. pas!
Ne me quitte.. pas!
Ne me quitte.. pas!

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