El Oso

El Oso - Lyrics
All lyrics received directly from the band and are by M. Doughty unless otherwise noted. Publishedby Our Pal Dolores/WB unless otherwise noted


Rolling

I'm rolling. I've got to get a new balm. I've got to get a tight tension on. I've got to slip it up before the rush gets gone. I've got to feel it with the hot mind on. I'm rolling. Hey Norman, was it thrown with a broken arm? Bottle it up, to keep it warm. I'm rolling. I know you got it but you got to go; I'm gonna get into the batter so the mix might glow. I hate to do it, but I did it though; I'm gonna bite into the body like the risk is no risk. I got the souped-up car and what you call tripping on the boom-bap etymological. I ride the fader and I ride it low; I'm gonna slip into the field like Han Solo. I'm rolling. One, two, into the amplifier, the electrified two, into the amplifier, and you got to get to, into the amplifier, one-two into the amplifier. I'm rolling.


Misinformed

His eyes go funny, you can't place why. All dolled up in bellhop drag.

It is like a burden to the beat, to the long gone.

I was once misinformed about your intentions.

Were you right to burn the rock star? Were you right to drop the roster?

One dollar bill, one dollar bill. Nah nah nah.


Circles

When you were languishing in rooms I built to foul you in. And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in.

I don't need to walk around in circles.

And when the ghostly dust of violence traces everything. And when the gas is drained, just wreck it, you insured the thing.

But I can't sigh now that you made the move; it has gone and gone to dogs; lay down on the floor. For the right price I can get everything; slip into the car; go driving to the farthest star.


Blame

Blame
Is the cure
Cure anything
Throw the rudder down
Throw the rudder down
Broad
Latitude
Broad latitude
Throw the rudder down
Throw the rudder down


St. Louise is Listening

ST. LOUISE IS LISTENING.

I stopped the thought before its drip became insistent. I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it was missing. She's widely known, the only maquereau that pays her taxes. I got to box her for the money.

You don't use words like that--St. Louise is listening.

You rang the Eskimo to meet you at the station. Oh he's like milk to you, half-Swedish and half-Asian. And your aphasia strikes a bargain with the barter yardie. I got to box you for the money.

I could be your baby-doll. I could be your doll, baby. I could be the thing you want. I could do it all for you.

Let me get up on it. Let me. Let me.


Maybe I'll Come Down

Dumb dumb dumb bah did uh dumb.

I need time to scrounge the rent. Need time to contemplate the accident. I got to drag my ass to Now. How did I come to stop here? And oh I knew the gas was gone, but I had to rev the motor. Pull back the hand you might get it cut off in the rotor.

Maybe I'll come down.

She's on Loretta's turf. She's on Loretta's side. She's in a better state. She feels a better fire. And oh I dreamed a great parade, shooting all the guns in Brooklyn. The man who had a spare held out two and then you took one.

Freeze or burn; all else is only icing. Pack your bags, assman!


Houston

I met a girl on rollerskates. She had a spare bag. She had lost some weight. Where I used to work, she was a waitress. She proposed a trade. It was generous.

She's gone to Houston, feel like I'm floating in a warm sea. And if she finds out when she comes back, I know that she will leave me.

Oh I heard a sign--it was a dull crack. It was a clock hand. It was a snapping back. Oh it wasn't hers--it was the dope's kiss. I'll take the blame upon my shoulder; I just love to feel like this.

Roller boogie, motherfucker.


$300

Lifting me up like a garage door; I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on. I know you Lord are a jealous lord. I know the tablet is your competition.

And I need for you to be reasonable.

How much? She said, For three hundred dollars, I'll do it.

Beating me down just like a rain storm. I need to feel it when the rain starts coming on. I know the skin is a jealous skin. I know the sky it is its competition.


Fully Retractable

Shooed out like a house fly
This house was half my mind
I don't dispute the doubts you've outlined
But it's my right to waste your time

These things
May come to be
and these things
won't kill me
and these things
it stands to reason
these things
please tell me

throw out the la-la by the busload
Match the photo to the description
I do indeed and shall continue
Dispatch the shiftless man to points beyond

and spieling
so ceaselessly
is my grief
please spare me
your feelings
the spattering
it bores me
don't test me

and half-masted
bass boosted
sling-backed
fully retractable

Burned in on the 8th of May
She was spectacular
I walk the halfmoon by the busstop
sliding cross the street to her


Monster Man

Stop hitching with the monster man, it was a bad plan, but I had to get to town. Unbitten, but the way I found it was a hand came down and pow! I got illuminated.

That's why I have got my mind in my own.

Hand over the wave. Hand over the water. The realest of the real.

It's like the burnout said: phenomenon.

To the ruder bar in a Buddha-plump van. It was a stamped can. It was a clamor understanding, and all you people jumping but we raised the bar. You're dumber than a box of rocks. Give up, star.

The inscrutable. The irrefutable. The undisputed.

Makes me go on a dig.


Pensacola

Oh pride is not a sin, and that's why I have gone on down to Wal-Mart with my checkbook just to get you some.

Like waves in which you drown me, shouting.

I know you must've realized by now.

And by the lawnchairs there, next to the racks of guns, your self-esteem is waiting, canned up in aluminum.


I Miss The Girl

Daughter to the pop veneer. Shining like a new mint quarter. Shining like the Franklin Mint. Seedy like the lampshade quarter. Rolling with the dopes you know. Rolling with the wrong gun on you. Going down to Baltimore. Going in an off-white Honda. Oh I miss the girl, miss the girl, miss the girl, I want to give myself to water. Speeding to the rupture line. Rat-a-tatting boombox moocher. Darling with the boop shuh-nai. Rat-a-tatting lose your future.

I dream that she aims to be the bloom upon my misery.

She rocks mop style, she needs the rest.

And I know it's not the same thing


So Far I Have Not Found The Science

I don't mind worry following me like a dinosaur. I don't fear I am descending into the molten core. So far, I have not found the science, but the numbers keep on circling me.

I'm gonna give you most of mine--I'm gonna give it if I don't slip you.


The Incubent

New York, New York, I won't go back--indelible reminder of the steel I lack. I gave you seven years, what did you give me back? A jaw-grind, disposition to a panic attack.

On this side, the incumbent. And who quoth: There's only one everything. Red sucker mouth.

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