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silentbob "why iím lonely"

st. leonard touched a philistine--a sacred tongue, a perfect rhyme--but even he was "not much nourished by modern love." so i told her that everything she does is divine and she replied with a blank expression (an object lesson in making me feel benign) then whispered, "independence and indifference are the wings which allow the heart to fly." feelings iíve had too often, still no plan in place to soften the inevitable blow (the rituals we know). and with the right revolting piety of tone, the word "freedom" can make you want to lock yourself in a deep dark dungeon. but i know everybody follows pleasure, everybody gets somewhere. i swear, i wish i could be less aware... now itís absolutely clear to me that solitude is not the same as singularity, but thatís not why iím lonely.



"you miss the point completely i get the point exactly"

one awkward conversation can ruin my whole day in the company of strangers with some vulgar shit to say. cocktail hour social like an obsolete machine spitting anecdotes and boring jokes from someone elseís spleen. and i always seem to miss the point completely (and here i am again). culture baron trainwreck and itís hard to look away but iím yawning like a kid in a carpet store. refusing to be interesting is a funny way to go but i guess you know your business--youíre the one who makes the windstorm blow. and i always say i miss the point completely (and here i am again, here i am again). and i always wish youíd behave more discreetly; itís kind of puzzling, but youíre falling into place (itís what you do best). youíre a popular opinion, youíre an easy thing to foster, youíre an ostentatious tourist, youíre a predictable posture, you are a record left on the dashboard, youíre a nasty little hang. you miss the point completely i get the point exactly you miss the point completely i get the point exactly you miss the point completely i get the point exactly no you miss the point completely no i get the point exactly no you miss the point completely no you miss the point-a! (interlude franÁais)



"the same as being in love"

when you base your whole identity on reaction against somebody itís the same as being in--i tend to forget when i drink. iím doing it again i think--a hand to hold, an ego to flatter, Ďcause you were the wineskin, i was the bladder. time passes, events fall away (i donít think theyíll hurry). hurry up, iím blacking out, high on the vapor, Ďcause i was the typo, you were the liquid paper. talk it over, talk it, overtalk it. the answerís still the same: itís discontent, humiliation, Ďcause you were the theme and i was the variation. try to take a less dramatic course of action; this attraction-introspection-diction predilection is breaking my heart again, breaking my heart again



woolly muffler


all i ever wanted to be was a woolly muffler on your naked neck
double-wrap me when it's cold
but you pulled a little tight just now
and i'm afraid i feel a choke hold coming on


all i ever thought we might come to was second dates
and flirting eyebrows
or maybe even psychic friends
and we could share a secret language
and almost definitely make more of it
than it was
but everyone around us would know
everyone watching would know


this is not a walk with walking wounded
here's the ball, here's the pole, now where's the tether
where's the tether?
hands can grow together
if you're not careful or grateful or whatever
and i never much cared much too much to begin with


i will not take your possibilities under my care
i will not see you on the bus
you want me to hold your hand
it's a courtship i can't stand
and here i thought you were crying because you were happy
but no no no


friends will turn against you
people disappoint you every time
so if you've got greatness in you would you do us all a favor
and keep it to yourself?
keep it
keep it to yourself


a labored expat fantasy:
quit your job and move away with me
oh what bliss it would be
to pretend we never met


i'm elated now
i'm elated now
i'm elated now
i'm elated now


private helicopter


i'm on a private helicopter with my favorite ex-girlfriend
tiny little cabin in the sky
now we're alone and we can remember how we felt before we were angry:


we were guilty and we were bitter
(I must admit I said a few things, but...)


i'm still attracted to you
sorry we've been so cold, so
eight miles high and three hours to landing,
god, your hair smells really great


i'm on a hovercraft to Paris with my former best friend
we have to get to the cinematheque
we're not alone but no one speaks english, so we're free
to look into each other's minds
and see what we're thinking like we always used to


i miss talking to you
but you never draw me out so
cast off the ego scars and let's go hit the bars


i reserve the right to hold my grudges
friends like you, you know the rest
but all told, i hold on to my anger far too long
until it's a joke
the night is cold
the joke is old
(and poorly told, i told you once)


i'm on a private helicopter with my favorite ex-girlfriend,
no one to keep up appearances for
now we're alone and we can remember how we felt at first;
the desperate need to be together
must've been good for something, sugar


i'm still attracted to you
no one's making us do what we're supposed to
so lie here in my arms
lie here in my arms...


problems and bigger ones


cross through the border states to the wrong side
and look away, virginia


spend every day like the past is a bridge crossing twenty years
whispers away, not so much
get your poison tongue out of my ear


here's a fact you cannot rise above:
we'll have problems and then we'll have bigger ones


from damage to damned control
you wanted to go alone though
i never said no
i never said no


spiteful confrontations, trial separations,
it's just another present to get past
the man was very helpful but i knew he wouldn't stay
there used to be a baby but the baby went away


forswear what you undergo
you wanted to go alone though
i never said no
i never said no


it doesn't make me cry to hear dylan say
most likely you go your way
i'll go mine
i'll go mine
i'll go mine


forswear what you undergo
you wanted to go alone though
i never said no
i never said no


old hat


call me disruptive, say i break your concentration
familiar patterns, like waves that break too fast
what do you do when it's so brand new that it kills you?
came on too strong, couldn't stand it slow,
now i know
she can knock me back like a champ


disembodied ringlets from hair that look like yours
call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending


she barely fits inside my head, but i feel something
every element but one is in my thrall
stop traffic as i lie down in your footpath
like a similie i paint suggestive pictures


disembodied ringlets from hair that looked like yours
call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending
call me freaky
call me childish
call me ishmael
just call me back
call me back
call me back and i'll follow you around


i forget what my friends look like and they forget why they like me
but that's old hat.
i'm so happy.
how do you write about that?


disembodied ringlets...


(down at the) terminal annex


here's something beautiful
now smash it to bits
save your little wheelchair empowerment films
save your swoons, i'm spoken for
it isn't pretty to think so
but i can't feign interest now


dreaming of the fistfight i never got into
thinking of the mean shit i wish i'd said to you
such a fancy lady, call her secretina
she didn't get all the good stuff
but she looked like you


like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers
everything you say to me is dumb,
(at least it's stupid)


twenty heavy hammers smashing down
here's a doorstep you can never darken
you complain about an overflowing cup.
don't forget that i'm the one who filled that fucker up


like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers
i remain as ever intrigued but no more astounded
like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers
i think that i like you better when you just ignore me


so i sit and notice shadows growing
i think of how the clocks are slowing
hoping hope's eternal flowing springs will do their thing and save me from myself


like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers
i remain as ever intrigued but no more astounded
like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers
you want ego? i will show you ego
i'm jealous now
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caroline the rat goddess ballad of the tragic hero (pity and fear)

remember pericles? he democratized the city with his mind a little wisdom never hurt anyone tell that to socrates telling the citizens what they needed to hear but still the fed him hemlock
the greeks don't speak my language i don't get the relevance i am irreverent i have no reverence show me no deference, i'll do the same for you la la la la did you ever know you're my tragic hero? you'll be the pity, i'll be the fear and every subscriber will know what a truly great man you are in the conference room he said to me close "avoid your generation's proclivity for irony and negativity held so commonly, don't let me down, son" there was a car the wheels came off it and i know that nobody never made a profit "censor your gravity, boy, i'm counting on you to be my protege" ha ha ha ha ha ha ha cast it off with the rest, flip, your footsteps are filling up every time you turn around you can see the idols and you'll be knocking them down one two three four ha ha ha ha ha ha ha did you ever know you're my tragic hero? you be the pity, i'll be the fear, and every advertiser will know what a truly great man you truly are. some wear their politics like an aura some take it on like a mantle some can't hold a candle some touch some damn it.
010614
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burden "Radio Silence"

Let it sing
Let it die
And roll out the carpets
No such thing
Mustn't pry
All hail to another confession
And it's losing me

Where have all the merrymakers gone?

Some people will surprise you with a real depth of feeling
And others still may shock shock shock you with all that they're revealing
But one thing's sure
There's always more information than you ask for
Ask for this

Just enough knowledge to know
I don't know anything
Anything
Anything
I don't know, no
But if that's what I like
That's how I like it
Some things are personal
(At least they should be)
Or is it too much to ask you just to Maintain a little
Maintain a little
Maintain a little
Maintain a little
Maintain a little
Maintain a little
(Take the cynical saint to the stake and burn it)


It's radio
Radio
Silence
Silence




Mmmmm, so tasty.
010618
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silentbob Indeed. I finally am knowing the beauty of King James Version. i really want them to tour again or release a new cd.
When i posted those lyrics up there... i hadn't heard any of the King James songs. i don't even remember posting them.
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egger . 040108
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