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Motorman

by Venus Bogardus

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Motorman 02:23
Dry shit in the fire Off to find my doctor Find Cock in the pollen I'm approaching human Remoter and distant The motor insistentThis trip never stops this door never opens the jellyhead outside my room repeating scene that signals doomThree suns have come up Government ballgames In a real month I lost electrical power And consecutive Sundays froze me overnever pick up the same jellyhead twice I did and the features Fell off the lobes I opened the jellies In an ether grove
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Birds 04:18
Torn curtain of birds, and poster stain An actor's voice like porcelain She trades him for death wax and pirouettes Spotlights skulls and silhouettes Birds, birds, birds, birds.Silk sockets of dress, cochineal Hot line to bloodbank, oh, god you kneel Cruel moons and elision, stuttered line Make up for the lesions, switchblade spine I brought you souls Like a bird brings worms. They never listened to me When I said: Don't let me out Cut theatre of doll parts, anodyne Automatic deportment, lantern time Wings hiding the revolt, wings crowded with noise Preparing the ghost girls, preparing the boys
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Autoclave 04:12
In motor cars we were émigrés We write from a broken needle gun They want to take our memories The text on you and meMemories won't get you out of gaol But they might fetch you a cigarette Autoclave, autoclaveThe poet and the ingénue The run with a stolen tattoo gun They're poisoning the shopping mall The waste of you and meYou cannot bring us back again We're feral girls and rocket boys We're gonna strike the different trains Erasing you and mehow much like a child this machine
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Ten thousand leagues, a sea of dead signal They killed the transformers, we put up our own One town, a thousand - the digital blanket A cathode ray tube trying not to drownBlack and white/underground/analog/all around Black and white/underground/under waves/all aroundPounding the pavement, plumbing the junkyards Stop when they're all safe: every last screen There's no government performance - let's say we forgot that Screaming with white noise, time to play meanWhat's in there? I only want my analog My glowing catalog, my bygone days New pirates braving the seas of forgetting They're bringing me home now in the good old fashioned way
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Venice Vince 04:54
He slingshots over the sand Tight shirt and PCP Like a fraction of a magazine An athlete tying offVenice Vince, do you remember?Native pickups telephones Coffee shops and personal ads Burns a hole in your horoscope Bars shine in mercuryOn leather boots like diamond dust On your raunchy father's horse On leather boots like your mother's ash On your father's raunchy horseDo you remember Vietnam? Do you remember K D Lang? Venice Beach beneath a grey sheet Silver kids twisting in the windHanging from grey rings Venice Vince and his Better Sling through targets of last night, Last year or never
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Sinking, but singing from the radio This is raw meat this is a crystal set This is a pistol this is a death egg, nowIn the age of Sinatra, things were good - but no one remembersSignals a new riot in a winter skull Eating the sirens eating the necronauts Eating the remedies eating the Kennedys, nowThe age of Sinatra is sickening in first class furs The age of Sinatra is shivering inside syrettes The age of Sinatra rides a ship inside a curse The age of Sinatra will not share its cigarettesNo one, no one but the radio You, you in your hair-smoke high
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Quien Es? 05:12
Who is that spitball shadow? Who is he who rides the gallows? Who is that harelip buckshot bastard? I took them downNail me a pitbull picture Nail me a lacquered future Nail me to something like a childhood Then tear it downJaw crack the jackdaw crypt Let me pretend it's Egypt Scream my soul against the stars Just like a shell A cannonballWrite me a poison letter Write me and I'll be better Write me the poster boy of zeros You sold me outJaw crack the jackdaw crypt Let me pretend it's Egypt Scream my soul against the stars I will not die I took them down
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The G-Boys 01:46

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released November 1, 2007

Reich / Levbarg / Evuarherhe

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