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Bad Streets
03:36
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Bad Streets 12/30/79
Bad streets full of anger and sin
From those bad streets
Come many bad, bad men
The professional people sit behind a desk
Or stare at a vile
And they tell us how to cure a tortured soul
Change a sneer to a smile
There’s quick treatment, slow treatment
Statistics by the mile
That lie to you for a little while
But soon give way to the truth
It’s hard for me to think
Of the wisdom of the shrink
When mom’s at the bar and my brother’s starving
So you charged up my head
Learned well from what you said
But values seem so small when you’re pushed out a window
Bad streets make it hard to even dream of a penthouse
On those bad streets so easy to be mean
When you’re a faceless person
When I do wrong I’m alive
I feel my heart beating
When I do wrong I get hurt
Well it’s me that’s is bleeding
The fight for survival’s tough
Morals are a luxury
I’d never cheat a man if I had a choice of action
The money that they spend
To help or put us away
Would do better on those bad streets
Well hello there little girl
How about a little passion
You remind me of my ma
She takes a twenty
Oh lord, I feel
What a lovely place
Stick with me honey
We’ll climb that screwing mountain
Give me a face on those bad streets
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Voyeurs
02:33
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Voyeurs 5/23/80
To the city at an early age
Came a man who would remain back of the scenes
From a town where he was always viewed
In the din he felt serene for he could be
Voyeurs, voyeurs
Got a job on the telephone
Selling siding for one’s home
Good, but not content
Even though he liked much music
From TV he got his kicks
Watch but not be seen
Voyeurs, voyeurs
Found a job as a cameraman behind a one way mirror
Such a rush for him to doubly disappear
Love to see people with guilt on their faces
Then arrested by his anonymous look
Voyeurs, voyeurs
Took his camera to TV
Never felt so complete
Got his lucky break
Now he’s going to a war zone
Bullets flying everywhere
Bodies falling in the square
His camera whirring like his mind
He’s no longer there
Feels the power of life and death
This invisible god this astralete
Feels so strong and able
His goals been reached
A little later on that week
Apollo decides his time has peaked
Takes a gun to help him do
Only what a god must do
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Life In The Shadows
03:04
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Life In The Shadows 7/4/79
I’ve had sex and drugs and cigarettes since I was young
I made money since I could count
All the excitement that was there to be had
Has been grabbed since I partied about
Maybe I can live in the shadows
Instead of the light surrounding me and you
Starkness may be an unexpected blessing
For excitement is nothing when it’s thru
I now work and I now play
Been an adult since I was ten
But if I sit and turn around
I feel empty till I run about
Maybe I can live in the shadows
Instead of the light surrounding me and you
Starkness may be an unexpected blessing
For excitement in nothing when it’s thru
I have plenty of things
Nothing of my own
I see with the eyes of the world
The line has been drawn
Piecemeal excitement
I sense a cavity deep inside
My shudder speed misses the spectacle
Right before my eyes
Life in the shadows
Life in the shadows
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Our Times Now
02:43
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Our Times Now 3/1/79
Walking thru the life in the street
Nothing is much harder than to keep
Your head from bowing low from the strain
Your faith, hope and love from getting stained
Down to far down
Running ‘round
Not too proud
Lazy, feeling eighty
Much too hasty
And let down
Waiting to see someone make it go
Cutting thru the muck much to slow
Give me another dime says a man
Who says this every morning
Since I was a lad
Shrouds bring them down
Going now, I will plow
Many of us angry
We will not stand it
Out times now
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Mock Turtle Dreams
03:30
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Mock Turtle Dreams 6/5/79
Pass the pretty princess
Lying in the sand
Looking at the inkblots
A Freudian demand
Stands a huddled mass of
Laboratory rats
Who sit there nodding
Wires up the ass
In a vault of goblins and werewolves
Sits a box of horrid destruction
Plethora of symbols
All tied in some way
Act out a secret life
Another dimension
Somewhere hidden
On the perimeter of desire
Lurks the impulse behind one’s reason
Under his dialectical schemes
All those mock turtle dreams
Under his objective gaze
All of his mock turtle dreams
Diabolical queen
You’re drooling on my hand
Yes it gives you power
This statistical sham
Hiding from a childhood
Picked on in your youth
Now you really got them
With subconscious truth
Since the Fall
The terrible fall of man
We’ve seeked the ultimate contamination
The evil from the outside comes from within
Tidy little tidbits for necromancy
I do say that my id is bleeding
I do love you and your funky heart
If you do please excuse me
My libido just wet its pants
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Psittacism Criticism
04:14
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Psittacism Criticism 7/16/80
Coughing up those bricks
Glorified shibboleths
I’d give you the back of my hand
If I could endorse a cliché
She talks with all the class of escaping gas
To sad little void heads
Glazed eyes and gaping jaw (perpetual sneeze)
Come to my room to play adult parchesee
Unshuffle me with your card shark hands
Let me be your detour if you desire reconstruction
I’m sad yet hopeful, this blue blood’s not green
Parched man desires refreshment
But even a man dehydrate will decline HCL
Where’s the party, where’s the party?
Put me on remote control
Oh hell, I used to be 21
There’s no time after alcohol
Put me in my time
Put me in my time
I used to be a friend of mine till
You put me in my time
Tell me if you care
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7. |
They Do It With Mirrors
03:06
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They Do It With Mirrors 12/20/80
I say being an adult is an acquired taste
You can tell what they are
By the look on their face
They do it with mirrors
The lunatics grin
We’ve seen it in the harrowed night
Slave man’s walk
We have got it so memorized
If you feel like touching then call it love
If you feel like leaving then call it lust
They do it with mirrors
Argue now, or tell me how you disagree
Be my friend and
Find the terms on which we agree
Let’s talk facts and
Test our aging memory
If you think then
There’s truth for us to see
Yet those mirrors
Reflecting off the other ones
They look so pure but
What they see is nothing more than the very way they
Choose to make the world
I use words to feel and
Not to ascribe
Yet, my meaning is there for
You to devise
They do it with mirrors
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They Got Me
03:44
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They Got Me 1/24/76
How I had you feel life
Laugh and cry and argue
God did they despise it
So they tried to silence – my mind
So they threatened my wife with their ugly letters
Tortured me with jailings, spreading vicious rumors
Ruining my life
Asked so many questions, they tried to make me trip
Constant pressure was hard for me to miss
Made me bend to their demands
Begged so for them to let me go
They made me lie, they made me cheat
They made me screw you
Crawling, hiding, will you believe me?
Unceasing lies plagued me thru the years
Torn between my convictions and my fears
I struggled to keep my dignity
My respect lost, gave in for sanity
They made me lie, they made me cheat,
They made me screw you
All my words they turned around
Made me feel so ashamed
Won’t you please give to me a little liberty
Won’t you please leave me alone
I’ll be good please don’t harm me
Beating, bleeding, I’ll get you someday
They tried hard to break up my mind
Reduced me to a heaving animal
Made my young face an aged bloody mess
They made me lie, they made me cheat,
They made me screw you
They got me, they’ll get you too
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9. |
Pander
02:56
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Pander 4/27/79
Hello there darling
Is there anything that you do need
For let me introduce myself
I’m known as the Pander
Go ahead and conjure up
Your most ecstatic dream
If it’s on this earth it’s here
Right at my finger tips
Do you want a color TV or a black limousine?
How about a visit to the country,
Courtesy of the life machine?
Do you want some pills or some dust,
Or someone to share some lust,
A hit TV show or a song to climb the charts?
Well I’m the one who brought Harlequins to the screen
When it comes to selling baby, I am supreme
I’ll take a fallen hero, put him back on his feet
Give me Quaker Oats and I’ll give you the voguest meal
I’ve nothing but the best to excite or to rest
What do you fancy, delicious or nasty?
Where do you want to go?
Who do you want to be?
Comfortable fantasia awaits your request
A gift from the Pander
A sampling of his exotic cuisine
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10. |
Denouement
03:14
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Denouement 12/2/79
Icy steps
Frozen paths
Are left by aging facts
Despotic real
Sign meets sign
Truth unmined
Dapper thoughts
Seen from outside
Those shimmering seas
Lurid underside
Talk seen not absorbed
Moot point defined
By math’s design
She goes back to him
Lover of torsion
Bound by fate
Mania and reason
Fuse on converging planes
Faith is the only one
Comic god of perfection
The gift of free will
His perverse punch line
Man enters sight
Thru his decline
God/man uncoincide
She goes back to him
Faith is the only one
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11. |
Our Times Now
03:20
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Our Times Now
Walking thru the life in the street
Nothing is much harder than to keep
Your head from bowing low from the strain
Your faith and hope and love from getting stained
Down too far down, running ‘round, not too proud
Lazy feeling eighty, much too hasty and let down
Waiting to see someone make it go
Cutting thru the muck much too slow
Give me another dime says a man
Who says this every morning since I was a lad
Shrouds bring them down, going now I will plow
Many of us angry, we will not stand it, our times now
These are the hands which will carry you to safety
This is the time to make our statement
Our time, our time is now
This is my life this is my day
This is my life out of my way
This is my life, all done my way
This is my love, freedom today
Freedom, freedom today
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