1. |
Mighty is Me
02:26
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Back to watching tv
The primate substrate
Monkey in me
Ain't got nothing to say
Been working all day
In bed got my hand on your hipbone
Breathing in your pheromones
Following your muscle tone
Warm skin--worn out nightgown you wear
Wanna wake you to love you
My baby don't care
Take me anywhere
Peacocking zebra buttons for flair
Baby beware
Left my toys on your stairs
Did I say you could get out of that chair?
Mighty is me
Mighty is me
Mighty is me
Walking through crowds
Talking too loud
At home in these strange pink clouds
There's a God in me
I'm talking hands free with my back on a bodhi tree
In a manic panic, long in my teeth
With romantic messianic songs in me
Under them eaves
In long sleeves and track weaves
Volcanic botanics, and then falling asleep
Mighty is me
Mighty is me
Mighty is me
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2. |
Half of a Moon
02:29
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Through three billion miles of vacuum
Sent out squads to attack you
Forward streams, plasma beams
Spies and frauds to distract you
Had ears in Czar's Balls, beers in the back room
Spied your black shiny locks, silk socks, satin costume
Watched you dance under half of a moon
Gung fu's in tea rooms, rose oil perfume
Drove fifty miles in a Subaru
Just to stare at the back of you
Well come find me, you know where I'll be
Heart broke and bluer than Vishnu
Baby why so firm?
Why you act so stern?
I don't learn
And I'm fragile in battle
And I don't want no hassle
I'm giving up my castle
(x2)
You only hear what I say
And I'm not really that way
All shadows in caves anyway
Till we looming those waves
When we bones in graves
Baby why so firm?
Why you act so stern?
I don't learn
And I'm fragile in battle
And I don't want no hassle
I'm giving up my castle
(X2)
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3. |
Till the Town Go Dry
02:03
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Ambling by, not walking right
Feet glide, legs slide on my left side
Hard drinking, staring at the sky
Cross-eyed in the grass curbside
Let me stay high till the town go dry
Stay home, no phone, no light
Got no fight
Low and sideways
Things done my way
I still miss your easy laugh, your perfume
The way you slide through a room
The patio at night when the moon was bright
Mid career captain in the hobby shack
Riding rocket packs, having panic attacks
Forgetting where I put things at
All I can tell is I cast a spell
Inhale and then hear them old old temple bells
In clouds you disappear through
I still miss your easy laugh, your perfume
The way you slide through a room
The patio at night when the moon was bright
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4. |
Indiscreet Deadbeats
02:58
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Love your long toes, pug nose
Rainbow cloth robe
Smoking on your patio
Stars in your ear lobes
Follow your curves
Whether they swing or swerve
Not a bit disturbed
By them demons you serve
Or them indiscreet deadbeats
Wrapped in your silk sheets
Hidden in your backseat
Morning comes bittersweet
We ain't so young
But that ultra sheer plunge
With the blouse undone
Make my stomach lunge
Here in old Pyongyang, nursing old guilt pangs
Old girlfriends up for any old thing
Bumbling, stumbling, overcame
So sweet when you say my name
Where them people you know
From the cabaret show
At that shitty disco
Where the glitter boots glow
And leave tracks in snow
Rabbit twitch your nose
Think you're going to hell
Figured you should know
You creeping through a blue fog
Flexing your new claws
Coiled in a box stall
Making long shady calls
Buddy's on the chop block
Drawing in white chalk
Pep talks in pink socks
Watching them clocks
Here in old Pyongyang, nursing old guilt pangs
Old girls still up for any old thing
Bumbling, stumbling, overcame
So sweet when you say my name
Now the days all done
And the sun be dropping like a spirit bomb
And the night's so long
Reaching for you in a dream with my hands asleep
While the phantoms creep
Whisper, dance, and weep
Here in old Pyongyang nursing waves of shame
And I'm still the same, just slower and tamed
Bumbling, stumbling, overcame
So sweet when you say my name
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5. |
Peacock Punks
02:58
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You walk so snotty down the hall
You know you hot in your camisole
Making a telephone call
with your black slip on
And your legs so long
Drifting on the couch at night
Catching glimpses as you cross the light
Love to watch you groom
Love the smell of your room
When I'm laying with you
Always tripping on the toddler gate
In a room that you decorate
By the fireplace log
Sits your old black dog
Here in the house of god
Unscrewing jars of skunk like a Shaolin monk
Wearing swimming trunks with them peacock punks
I'm in my underwear, got blitz kiddy hair
Baby I don't care
So close to you in a cold dark room
No costume or nom de plume
Wanna chat you up, rub your baby bump
To the humidifier hum
Wanna hear you cum
You walk so snotty down the hall
You know you hot in your camisole
Making a telephone call
with your black slip on
And your legs so long
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6. |
Testify
02:47
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You used to be crazy, mean and lazy
Hair so jet black down your white back
Scarf was paisley, dog was Daisy
The memory's hazy
Was always gazing
You always looked amazing
No I don't mind waiting
You know those girls, you know how they lie
Some of them girls still call, say hi
Remember me fondly, I can't say why
Still cause me trouble when they testify
You never talked much, I guess you shy
Can't imagine why
It don't feel right when you're out of sight
Making you sigh
Is my old standby
When the moons up high
From the liquor store
To my living room floor
Need to love you some more
Now how many years I have stared
At your skinny legs in pairs of cotton underwear
asking polite, not asking at all
Humbling goals, exchanging control
Look through a keyhole, you standing with people
Hand in your jacket, ready and lethal
They're costumes I see through
Would love to see on you
In shimmering fields
We spending our years
It don't feel right when you out of sight
And making you sigh
Is my old standby
When the moons up high
From the liquor store
To my living room floor
Let me love you some more
Making you sigh
Is my old standby
When the moons up high
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Gogo Luck North Carolina
I make music for pleasure under the pseudonym Gogo Luck. I hope folks come across a song they enjoy.
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