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Cave
04:23
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when I holed-up in the cave/it were not for the reprieve/it were to recalibrate- instinct
to coddle my pretty pride/to polish my pretty face/to coddle my pretty pride/to rattle ze DNA
not so healthy in the cave/decor masculine motif/that is where I fabricate- instinct/coddle my pretty pride/polish my pretty face/bone up on subtlety/rattle ze DNA
when I crawl out of the cave/soaking wet with primal sheen/I'll be set to demonstrate- instinct!/selling my pretty pride/selling my pretty face/selling my pretty pride/rattle ze DNA
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2. |
Yawn
03:50
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this polyamory fancy, my epicurean friend
you might mean it
you might mean it
you might not, it depends
but you'll yawn & you'll yawn in your panty & bra and you'll employ my jaw til you glow or turn to flickering light
you pump a vintage heartbeat
yet, pimp a modern trend
hospitable candy
it do be dubious when the flirt is trite..
and it was trite
and it was...
and there you go giving the clod a shake-
the right quiver
the right quake
you might mean it
you might mean it
you might not, it depends
but you'll yawn & you'll yawn in your panty & bra and you'll employ my jaw til you glow or turn to flickering light
a rotten plot kissing my nose
a rotten plot freckles & bows
there I go giving the plot a shake
I know I ought let it alone
a rotten plot typical twist
a rotten plot typical blend
there I go giving the plot away
I said it, roll credits, thee end..
that's how a self-appointed muse became a plot device
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3. |
Jillions
02:57
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uh-huh-
play it crass, sassafras, it's quite fine
uh-huh-
pack for incident, 'cause we are gonna get tight
tight as two loons come June
tight as a jailbird tune
tight as the grip of a skirt on the hips of a brute banging truth
uh-huh-
I ain't about to 'pologize to no moon
jillion-nuh-nuh
jillions of lovers left jilted
jillion-nuh-nuh
jillions of lovers got jacked
so you...
abstain
rub through the pain
build a filthy look
terrorize the lame
either/or- move along, expedite...but pack for incident 'cause we are gonna get:
tight as two ticks come June
tight as a hoosegow spoon
tight as a grip on the switch of a taskmaster
tight as two loons come June
tight as a jailbird tune
tight as a grip of a skirt on the hips of a brute banging truth
uh-huh-
I ain't about to cut a deal with the moon
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4. |
Supple
03:17
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glitter-dip the feeling- it's slightly more appealing
this little bit of history is more than a slick sing-song
First off: feelings.
I got
you got
we have
feelings
what say..let's not?
my mouth
your mouth
too long down south
thighs twitch
reeling
oh my!
(rorschachs in wet-spots since '73)
in the valley of analogies-
cliches for days
in the belly of ms. anthrope
cliches for days
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5. |
Tissues
02:07
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dishin' kink with the habitual divorcees
wading through the epithets and swill devotion
hiss away
hiss away
I slither through the motions
swapping logic out for crusty bits of passion
a pound of flesh- fresh tissue for the nightflies
buzz away
buzz away
ye connoisseurs of commotion
from traditional walk of shame
to the presence of coital strain
nothing says "impressive" like a phone-it-in lothario
often pleasure is measured by a glimpse at a lifeline
from the sensible walk-away
to the promise of coital stain
pheromones can generate the adulation one bestows
and I'm not above tempting hell-
I've buried the guidelines...
I'm sad to say this ain't the lowest point in my life
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6. |
Throb
03:03
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a pack of enablers
a cackling crew
drunken admissions
excusable fugues
a flattering posse
observable guile
an etiquette reject
a mannerless style
you don't propose moderation- no, no, no- never in the nation of throb
inauthentic come-ons
inauthentic smiles
inauthentic chit chat
fuck inauthentic you
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Wad
03:52
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grown men don't grunt when they thrust,
we're pioneers in the field
and should I blush when I cum,
that should not cheapen the deal
to ask reciprocal lust,
in this here clinical age
I'll let my dick go to rust,
before I'll lend it to rage
you'll come to realize- I'm not insane
I rep the gentleman bachelor
I keep my grudge in the cave
it is not pussy I'm after- though, I hear-tell it's "all the rage"
to ask for mutual respect,
in this here clinical age
I'll toss my soul at the dust-up,
and then I'll exit the stage
you'll come to realize- I'm not insane
nor am I thankless-
I simply will not pay for the luxury of tact
out of the cave- I adhere to the common belief- one mustn't charm new foes while baring their teeth...
but in the cave- I defer to the pull of desire (I lay no claim to shame where my conscience retires).
out of the cave- I adhere to the common belief- one does not woo no souls while gnashing their teeth...
but in the cave- I part ways with the pleasant refrains (it's where I pick my bones in a primitive way.
you'll come to realize, I'm not insane; nor am I thankless- I simply will not pay for the luxury of tact.
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