1. |
Chores Intro
00:20
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"Funky Rock n Roll Music."
"How many members are in your band?"
"5"
"We have two guitar players, a bass player, and we have two drummers"
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2. |
Maps
03:24
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Sometimes you're out walking
and you pass by a building
you remember you'd been in
that somebody lived in
but now they're long gone
(maybe not even so long);
regardless, it's no long-
no longer important
that you'd seen that apartment-
just a bland bit of trivia,
knowing who used to live here.
It's on just such occasions,
when occurs information
of a worthless persuasion
that my doubts find expression
and my thoughts start to question:
How much of my mind is made up of maps?
And while on the subject
of data I'd reject,
I think of how rarely,
how rarely I go down
to visit my hometown,
twice a year just to slow down,
though I still can remember
that the medical center
is across from the paper
and the family-owned druggist
is near the family-owned baker,
but this knowledge is dormant.
To know, or to know not?
Since I don't need a doughnut
from a place I don't live now.
If i DID need a doughnut
from that spot inn my hometown,
I could download the low-down
to my cellular phone now.
She'd say where to go now,
and I won't need to wander,
and I honestly wonder
what kind of person would want to?
So again do I ponder:
How much of my mind is made up of maps?
Now, these maps at their essence
have become obsolescent
and would that they weren't
or, rather, not even present;
mind-map memos replaced
with empty space to be rented
like the rest of my being
like anonymous buildings
I remember I'd been in
that somebody lived in.
Excuse me-can you direct me?
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3. |
Flaubert
02:16
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Devin you know I'm in love with moments
I found the world was full of omens
A little bit of stompin' rock 'n' roll
Tropicalia, samba and classical
A little bit of love makin
and a little bit of autumn blues
"To write history is to drink the ocean
and piss a cupful for you"
Flaubert Flaubert
where is your repression
your mother and your mistress
Flaubert Flaubert
your dirty mind you
I saw the letters you wrote to her
My verité is documentary
veritable irritable
"To write history is to drink the ocean
and piss a cupful for you"
Flaubert Flaubert
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4. |
Cosmic Onslaught
01:57
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Another claw-mark in my hand,
again inflicted by this COSMIC ONSLAUGHT.
It’s just a scratch, you understand.
Nothing hurts when things just hurt a lot.
Another sixty people dead,
bringing the body count to 1-0-2.
I’m trying not to get depressed.
There’s no “news” when all you see is “news”.
I’m not upset about my band,
though I’ll admit the scratch is bleeding *slightly*.
See, to me it makes no sense
lamenting darkness when there’s darkness nightly,
and that computer’s not your friend!
Force-fed the fear with every feed I follow.
I’m trying not to get depressed.
You’re not a pig, and it’s the pigs who should wallow.
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5. |
Lady Byron Katy
03:05
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“Grow up the day you can laugh about yourself.”
“There ain’t nothing stronger in the world than gentleness.”
“All you have is all you need and all you need you have.”
“Be like everybody who don’t care they treat you bad.”
And “focus your attention on the task at hand.”
Know you need me, don’t think you do.
Know I need you, is that true?
Sleep with my rival ‘cause that would be interesting.
(focus your attention on the task at hand)
Not your job to like me; it’s mine.
Focus your attention on the task at hand.
(and)
Focus your attention on the task at hand.
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6. |
I Love My Work
01:10
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"I love my work with a love that is frenzied and perverted, like the ascetic who loves the hair shirt that scratches his belly."
-Gustave Flaubert
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7. |
Tom Song
02:58
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You said the words you thought I wanted to hear,
and Dansed Macabre but somehow insincere.
Saint-Saëns,
your words are bored and tame.
Now you beseech to practice practical views,
as though convention could be radical too,
but no.
Those two are not the same.
Enthusiastically Malthusian!
The only thing I feel is terror, and holy dread!
Ten dollar words when a nickel would do-
You think that makes me want to boogie with you?
Well no.
We two are not the same.
This KGB comprised of condo-crats
compiling complimentary kompromat.
Oh no.
I guess we’re all to blame.
Enthusiastically Malthusian!
The only thing I feel is terror!
This physical culture’s cultural feat
is: find it in the streets and the sheets.
When times are tough, and words are minimal,
and leering glances decidedly criminal.
Feel the space between the measures.
Desperate times call for desperate pleasures!
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8. |
Spiritualized
01:14
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Don't investigate the spiritual,
you've got a rational mind
disposed to rationalizing.
I'd hate to see that side of you go-
you've followed it thus far,
it's foolish to trust in
a thing you're only meeting half-way
...but I guess that's good for everything else.
Can you really be said to be committed, yourself,
when you're compulsive and stuck in your ways?
There's many other people on the same page...
...and that makes you feel like less of a ghost
to find a peerage in fluxus
on a planet of garbage.
It seems you're handling it better than most...
...but there's things that you just can't compartmentalize!
Can't you fathom the phantoms
betraying your eyes?
Cling to the mast,
are you spiritualized?
Cling to the mast.
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9. |
Kim Basinger
03:29
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Did you see that sandal-footed centaur at your barbecue last Thursday?
She cut her finger off, and bled on the bed, and it disturbed me.
I was so embarrassed, I couldn’t bear the thought of even facing her.
The Blue Fairy, the ever-present gaze of KIM BASINGER.
Sedentary locomotion,
sixteen frames (travelling slow!) caught in slow-motion,
cement shoes on at the bottom of the ocean.
Let’s twist again, I feel sick again.
“Prove it!” she said, inspecting his legs with a light.
Mewing and taunting like a mutant feline, she snuggled in and said to him,
“Did you get that when you visited home?”
He smugly smiled,
“It’s poison ivy, babe. I grow my own.”
Madame Epanchin is always anxious because she never had “the patience.”
All around she sees conspiracies and concatenations.
“I can’t detect the devils, Lizaveta, am I just naïve?”
She answered gently, “it’s a wonder Prince-y still knows how to breathe.”
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10. |
Duras
07:00
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11. |
Glass of Water Begins
06:36
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A glass of water, she's at it again.
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12. |
Glass of Water Ends
06:36
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.niaga ti ta s'ehs, retaw fo ssalg A
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13. |
How, Sway?
02:52
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Dispense with rationale and render incontestable-
dissuade dissent when you debate at higher decibels.
I guess it's clear that your opinion is infallible,
I guess it's clear that your opinion is infallible!
At table tennis of the tongue, you're a professional-
you're out-of-bounds but still de facto un-returnable.
A rhythmic volley can be "nice," but it's preferable
to crank the volume up so high, it's indiscernible!
<Again>
Now our negotiations have made a sordid turn;
accordant harmonies ain't never heard 'round here no more.
It seems we fall on the extreme ends of the curvature.
I guess I never learned the benefits of hurting her.
It seems we fall on the extreme ends of the curvature...
""
I'll get upholstered, you can argue with the furniture.
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14. |
Nu Duras
04:49
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Her name is Marguerite
She likes to take walks
Marguerite, she likes to take walks in her
Solitude
Marguerite, she likes to take walks in her
Solitude
Marguerite, she likes to fill
pages and pages and pages
with the letter M
She likes the letter M
M is for Margarita
M is for Marguerite
Marguerite, she likes to go for a walk.
Marguerite, she likes to take walks down by the beach
She likes to trace waves with her fingers-do it with your fingers, and you’ll notice,
that it makes the letter M
She thinks the letter M
Is more feminine than any other letter,
Because when you capitalize an M, the tops are sharp,
But when you quietly,
Lower-case them,
The lower-case M,
They’re round.
Marguerite, she likes to go for a walk
Marguerite, she has a lover, Delphine.
Delphine doesn’t have the letter M,
But she has the letter N, and
She likes that
An N is close to an M,
But it’s harsher.
She likes the fact that her lover is
Harsher
Marguerite she puts words in
my mouth Marguerite she puts words In My mouth
Marguerite she puts words in my mouth marguerite she puts words in my mouth.
Marguerite she likes how monotonous her walks can be, because
When the world is monotonous monotonous
Her own voices in her head they get loud in her mind, her voices in her head get loud in my mind
Marguerite she puts words in my mouth Marguerite she puts words in my mouth
Marguerite she puts words in my mouth
Marguerite she puts words in my mouth
She has no last name.
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15. |
Classical Music
00:24
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"What do you play?"
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16. |
Don't Be Rude To Mother
02:31
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J:
My mother’s better than yours,
she’s touched with motherly grace,
gilded with charms galore,
this multifarious dame!
A:
My mother’s better than yours,
she likes immaterial things,
she sinks her brain with noise,
she knows the joy it brings.
J:
My mother’s better than yours,
just count her positive traits.
Well, don’t you know the score?
It’s time we aggregate!
1. She don’t drink coffee.
2. She hasn’t many friends.
3. Does aquae-robics.
A:
Your mother’s worse than mine,
she pays no mind to landlines
can’t tell when milk is old,
my mom’s clearly better than yours.
J:
Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?
A:
When I recall my youth…
J:
Sister, I’m t-t-ta-ta-telling you
just a dose of the true, true, truth when I say:
My mother’s better than yours,
she keeps the cleanest floors,
she loves the great outdoors,
and her diamond progeny (of course.)
DON’T BE RUDE TO MOTHER
DON’T BE RUDE TO MOTHER
DON’T BE RUDE TO MOTHER
DON’T BE RUDE TO MOTHER
DON’T BE RUDE TO MOTHER
DON’T BE RUDE TO MOTHER
DON’T BE RUDE TO MOTHER
DON’T BE RUDE TO MOTHER
DON’T BE RUDE TO MOTHER
“I’ll always love my mother, she’s my favorite girl/I’ll always love my mother, she brought me in the world.” - The Intruders
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17. |
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A Glass of Water
She's at it again
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18. |
Does Anyone Sing?
00:10
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Three of us sing:
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19. |
I Love My Work, 2
01:07
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"I love my work with a love that is frenzied and perverted, like the ascetic who loves the hair shirt that scratches his belly"
-Gustave Flaubert
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20. |
Do The Laundry
02:42
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Put a coin in, do the laundry.
Put a coin in, do the laundry.
Put a coin in, do the laundry.
Put a coin in, do the laundry.
Put a coin in, do the laundry.
Put a coin in, do the laundry.
Put a coin in, do the laundry.
Put a coin in, do the laundry.
Put a coin in, do the laundry.
Put a coin in, do the laundry.
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21. |
Animal Man
04:29
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I went to grab her hand, she went to powder her nose.
I went to grab her hand, she went to hang with the band, and that’s just how that goes.
Who put these drinks in my hand?
Who put these drugs in my nose?
I swear it wasn’t my plan to be the ANIMAL MAN, but that’s just how that goes.
See, I’m a regular guy, and on occasion, “get high.”
But once in a while I get loud, stare at the moon and I howl, in a Lon Chaney disguise.
When did this blood spot my shirt?
When did the ledge get so high?
I understand you’re a fan, I’m not the “Animal Man,” I’m just a regular guy.
“When did I last see you?”
“Halloween.”
“What color were they?”
“Green.”
…
Who put these drinks in my hand?
Who put these drugs in my nose?
I swear it wasn’t my plan to be the ANIMAL MAN, but that’s just how that goes.
She went to hop in a cab, I went to blow up her phone.
Brother, I can’t tell you why she even deigned to reply;
Her two word missive: “Go Home.”
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22. |
Unisex Hair Salon
03:14
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We both employ the same HAIR SALON-
I’m sure we’ve got other things in common!
We’ve got a weave to work on, would you agree?
Now, I’m not known for perspicacity,
but I still caught the way you looked at me,
and now I’m burning, baby-third degree!
I know I’m probably projecting-
You tend to do that when you’ve lost it at the movies.
But, sometimes, looks can be objective!
I’ve seen your haircut and I think it’s pretty groovy.
I hope perhaps we share some qualities.
Even a flaw or two is good enough for me.
So please correct me if I’m reaching, but
you walked into my scissor spot and there’s one thing I know we’ve got!
We both employ the same HAIR SALON-
I’m sure we’ve got other things in common!
We’ve got a weave to work on, would you agree?
So unexcited by the modal ways
all too common in these hollow days.
Pre-fab-ri(kea) can’t communicate.
(A sporting gesture, but nothing to relate.)
The way you circumvent this tendency
suggests we have this commonality.
Too many Edies on the runway-
that look has been around the block, so where is Mary Woronov?
These Hairstyles are out of this world! I’ve got a cut-and-dry solution! You and I could color dye! Coagulate and make rainbow pollution!
*yeah*
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23. |
You Never Stop Learning
00:21
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"Right."
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