1. |
Egghead
02:29
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one morning you'll wake up
just like the baby in porgy and bess
you won't need my blessing
to greet the sunrise and offer your best
you cannot imagine
the fear you'll feel peering out of the nest
neither your elation
when you do not plunge to a terrible death
death, death
well it's a kind of death
isn't it?
your worst nights behind you
something to live on aglow in your chest
feel free to forget me
by then, after all, i will have a new egg
egg, egg
well you're a kind of egg
aren't you?
yes, you're a kind of egg
all this i wish for you
all this i wish for you
one of these mornings
you're gonna rise up singin'
you're gonna spread your wings
and take to the sky
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2. |
Flatbed Simulacrum
03:13
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a morning like all others
a phrase which must tempt nature
to set that morning apart
the glaze on that first doughnut
oh, its circlet of drips
not unlike tears of virgins
melts into your coffee
ave, ave maria
your mud flaps set to throbbing
by the idling engine
a forklift poised to proffer
one half-ton of diapers
a piece of second doughnut
falls into your coffee
as you stand, hand over heart
and see her for the first time
ave, ave maria
a dark robe wrapped around her
and her pious face
above her blessed girdle
could a sign be clearer
a morning like no other
a phrase which must tempt nature
to give that morning a mate
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3. |
Abélard
02:03
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A l’instant,
mon cher Abelard,
où l’univers
t’offre ton voeu le plus ardent
Mais son plumage
ne ressemble pas
à ce que tu
attendais
Par contre sa voix
est encore meilleure
que ton songe
le plus décadent
tes tendances hubristiques
t’empecheraient-ils
de céder au bord
de ce fleuve du prédit
jamais encore
écrirai-je ton nom
si tu ne veux pas
que je l’encercle de coeurs
eternellement,
ton heloïse
ton corps de merveilles
ton corps de fétishes
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4. |
Calla Lily
03:25
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however many snakes
grow from my head
however many frogs
have to share my bed before you can
take this thorn from my side
i will still be calla-lily-white
as the day i was made
for our first time
by then i won’t be shy
of the pale threads in my marble thigh
how many pairs of hands,
after all, will have polished them
this last thorn to be eased
from its home white as the rest of me
i’ll yeild as i was made
just in time
long
white
thorn inside
cleansed
in light
just in time
lover, the bed is made
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5. |
How Good, How Sweet
01:18
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well maybe i was born with an apron tied at my waist
but for all you know there could be butchery in my veins
if i hear you say one more time how good i am for you
i think we’ll both find out what i’m good for
a real bad girl don’t need to advertise her nature
she just sits in good light, her skin all wet with poison
if i hear you say one more time how sweet i am to you
maybe we’ll both find out what it tastes like
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