Whose song is that remembered?
At random, surpenting
Throught fatty coils, emerging
some other thought it's thinking
this light
stands above the
houses
on the ground
this illumination
visited upon the whole land

unmarked helicopters
hovering
the lord is coming soon

here comes the super copter
here comes the noise it makes
the demon was an idea
the demon is awake
scratch mark traced across the
surface of your mind
this hour, now upon us
the hour, now arrived

unmarked helicopters
hovering
the lord is coming soon
unmarked helicopters
hovering
they said it was a weather balloon

but i know the truth
i know the whole shebang
i know the names of men they had to hang
i let her out the trunk
heard what she said at them
they've come to drag us through the double M

it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker

unmarked helicopters
hovering
the lord is coming soon
unmarked helicopters
hovering
they said it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon

(Note: These are not the lyrics of the recorded version, but of an ealier version the band once performed live. I do not have the lyrics to the recorded version)

A murder of lawyers in overcoats.
A murder of lawyers in overcoats.

A murder of lawyers in overcoats, shoulders up, heads slung low, looking like a swarm of M's swarming the crosswalk. Looking up at a window on the forty-fourth floor. Blueeyed Jew Mystic from a rhythm section, his hands cupped around the dignified hijiki of human speech. Muslim baritones idle with their hands down.

And the gat that fattens your jacket pocket
Plugs slugs in vain
Through the body of the immaterial witness.

And that which is Ugly and feeds on The Law comes into the conference room singing federal jargon. Their necks are covered in chocolatey growths. Spat up an eyeful of steam in the lumber yard parking lot.

Written in her own shit with a ground down fork.
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork.
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork.

[This Song's Background]

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[This Song's Background]

The trouble is
a single atom
shot at random
random fire
two particles
fused and coupled
once united
multiply
the waves run
underground
electric power
copper wire
some tiny evil
bursts the surface
lays quiet like
insecticide

Slanted, the eyes
and this bonds mind to mind
the risk is mine
and this bonds mind to mind

She says a word
across the ocean
I hear the spit
I hear the sigh
the wavelength
undivided
to drain the fruit
and leave the rind
the shot runs
through her wiring
through her curve
through her spine
to feel an impulse
rising rising
a mess of reason
and kissing eyes.

[This song's Background]

As for my single self I had as lief not be as live to be in awe of such a thing as I myself.

As for my own concern I had as think to think as keep on thinking not so hard as for the brain to burn.

And at the salad bar a man he stares into the croutons hypnotized by powers of the Bac-O-Bits.

And I expose myself to stimuli unfit for people outside the controls of an experiment.

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Rachel's on the phone
talking to her Mom
Just to wish her a happy Mother's Day

Rachel's on the couch
Suckin' on the bong
Just so she can call her Mom

Rachel's on the phone
talking to her Mom
"Hi, Mom, it's me, Rachel."

But I have not seen it now or ever
Women descending on escalators

Coupled with this but also the same thing
Dolled up and spat out
So many deminations

I remember what you tasted like
A gumdrop
Lemon lime

And the numbers
on the rotary dial
Rewinding

Cinnamon driver
Big sexy jerk

Down in the murk
Of your mystery
That's me, swimming

Down in the water at the corner of your eye
That's me, swimming

The young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun.

The young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun.

The young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun.

The young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun.

The young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun.

Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!


Long Island Teen
Shot the wife of her alleged former lover.
Long Island Teen
Shot the wife of her alleged former lover.
Long Island Teen
Shot the wife of her alleged former lover.
Long Island Teen
Shot the wife of her alleged former lover.

Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!

She's a liar! Everything she says is a lie! I'm livin' on baby food! I'm livin' on baby food!

Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!

Send me your muzzle
The one that you been biting on
Go buy some scissors
Cut your duct tape shakles off

Much better now
Much much better now

Max caps and I could blow
My only
On a payphone call to you

I'll pull the zippers down
I will yank the reigns
Long gone and lonesome
In the airport lounge

I must have more thoughts than this

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