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Oh yes   just fine my boy
"You sure"
Oh yes    nothing to worry yourself about Now be a good lad and fetch
me my gun"
"Uhh, sure doc Whatever you say"
Yes very good You do that
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it is discourse, or dat course, or any of the other courses we might have taken, right
honey? right dear? right my little cabbage, my sweet aren't I right here with with, haven't I been
here with you all these years, from that afternoon when we met in Paddington Station and
rode past our stop (snogging in the back of the car - oh - ), haven't we held on to 
each other, close as two commas, two peas in a pod, there in that cafe in Russel Square and 
in the long stumble up Blackboy Hill, all the ups on the Downs, together too much, 
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it is discourse, or dat course, but we had another course we could have had, when we
came to America, we could have stayed in Bristol but then you wouldn't be here and
I wouldn't be here and perhaps I would't have digressed back there and would have 
missed all that I have seen once upon a time there was a king who decided to search for Douglas Davis but his messengers kept returning with too many news about that item for the king to understand where to turn, the king then decided to gallop away on his black horse and search by himself; he scrolled through endless mountains and valleys and crossed innumerable rivers and oceans, he encountered so many sage men and women that he lost track of the eternal truth he had previously been the holder of; it was at the corner of a street, where a child was playing with a stick and a pebble, that the king fell from his horse and with his face in the gutter saw in the flow of rainwater dirtied by the poverty of the neighborhood -- he saw a glitter in which a universe of games and mirrors and theatrical events suspended between laughter and sorrow hopped around circling upon themselves; the king then wondered whether he had changed and found that instead he was still the same; this sameness irked him and intrigued he decided to return to his mansion; there he found nothing had changed bu  a letter from Mr Davis was attending him in his mailbox; opened, the missive stated that George Maciunas had been looking for an image of real simple stuff and had not been able to detect it in this world of ours; the king contributed a yawn and Lucio Pozzi appeared in a globe of TV screens rotating near the ceiling of the king's halls -- that's when silence fell upon this episode of the great forlorn stream of living, that's when memories and forecasts collapsed into one another stopping time for just a fragment of an instant inside the world's longest sentence,  Diana My second bid for immortality, as my first one (circa Jan-Feb '95) has apparently failed (long live the phuknutts!!!); i am the skywalker Monday's child is right on time, Tuesday's child is in the rhyme,
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*****    Exile In Guyville
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Produced by Brad Wood and Liz Phair
Matador Records, 1993
Length: 55:49
6' 1"
     I bet you fall in bed too easily
     With the beautiful girls who are shyly brave
     And you sell yourself as a man to save
     But all the money in the world is not enough
     I bet you've long since passed understanding 
     What it takes to be satisfied
     You're like a vine that keeps climbing higher
     But all the money in the world is not enough
     And all the bridges blown away keep floating up
     Its cold
     And rough
     And I kept standing 6'1" 
     Instead of 5'2"
     And I loved my life
     And I hated you
     Its cold, out there
     And rough
     And I kept standing 6'1" 
     Instead of 5'2"
     And I loved my life
     And I hated you
Help Me, Mary
     Help me Mary please 
     I've lost my home to your thieves
     They bully the stereo and drink
     They leave suspicious things in the sink
     They make rude remarks about me
     They wonder just how wild I would be
     As they egg me on and keep me mad
     They play me like a pit bull in a basement, and for that
     I lock my door at night
     I keep my mouth shut tight
     I practice all my moves
     I memorize their stupid rules
     I make myself their friend
     I show them just how far I can bend
     As they egg me on and keep me mad
     They play me like a pit bull in a basement, and for that
     I'm asking, will you, Mary, please
     Temper my hatred with peace
     Weave my disgust into fame
     And watch how fast they run to the flame
Glory
     He's got a really big tongue
     It rolls way out
     Snaking around in the club
     It slicks you down
     Scratching his face like a bum
     He pulls you back
     Circa nineteen eighty-one
     He pulls you back
     You are, you are, shining some glory 
     You are, you are, shining some glory 
     On me, on me
     You are, you are, shining some glory 
     You are, you are, shining some glory on me
Dance Of The Seven Veils
     Johhny my love, get out of the business
     It makes me wanna rough you up so badly
     Makes me wanna roll you up in plastic
     Toss you up and pump you full of lead
     Johhny my love, get out of the business
     The odds are getting fatter by the minute
     That I have got a bright and shiny platter
     And I am gonna get your heavy head
     I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring
     You can rent me by the hour
     I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing
     Entertainers bring May flowers
     So Johnny my love
     We got us a witness
     Now all we gotta do is get a preacher
     He can probably skip the "until death" part
     'Cause Johnny my love you're already dead
     I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring
     You can rent me by the hour
     I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing
     Entertainers bring May flowers
     May flowers, May flowers, (To You)
Never Said
     (yeah)
     I never said nothing
     I never said nothing
     I never said nothing
     I never said nothing
     I don't know where you heard it
     Don't know who's spreadin' it 'round
     All I know is I'm clean as a whistle baby
     I didn't utter a sound
     I never said nothing
     I never said nothing
     I never said nothing
     I never said nothing
     I don't know what they told you
     Don't even care what about
     All I know is I'm clean as a whistle baby
     I didn't let the cat out
     So don't look at me sideways
     Don't even look me straight on
     And don't worry I've got my hands in my pockets, baby
     I ain't done anything wrong
     I never said nothing
     No baby, I never said nothing
     I never said nothing
     I never said nothing
     I never said nothing
     No, not to anyone
     I never said nothing
     I never said nothing
     I never said nothing
Soap Star Joe
     He's just a hero
     In a long line of heroes
     Looking for something attractive to save
     They say he rode in
     On the back of a pickup
     And he won't leave town 
     'til you remember his name
     He's just a hero
     In a long line of heroes
     Looking for some lonely billboard to grace
     They say he sprung from the skull of Athena
     Think about your own head
     And the headache he gave
     He's just a hero
     In a long line of heroes
     Looking for action at a price he can pay
     They say he's famous
     But no one can prove it
     Make him an offer just to see what he'll say
     Check out the dashboard lights
     Glowing all green and white
     He feels safe in the dark
     He wears his bluejeans tight
     He's just a hero
     In a long line of heroes
     Looking for something attractive to save
     They say he rode in
     On the back of a pickup
     And he won't leave town 
     'Til you remember his name
     Check out the thinning hair
     Check out the aftershave
     Check out America
     You're looking at it babe
Explain It To Me
     Head underwater
     Keeps getting hotter
     Give 'em your medicine
     Fame injection
     Tell them to jump higher
     Tell 'em to run farther
     Make 'em measure up
     Decades longer than you
     Piece it together
     It's like weather
     Watch him travel
     Kiss the gravel
     Tell him to jump higher
     Tell him to run farther
     Make him measure up
     Ten times longer than you
     Ever should, you never could 
     Explain them to me, explain them to me
Canary
     I learn my name
     I write with a number two pencil
     I work up to my potential
     I earn my meat
     I come when called
     I jump when you circle the cherry
     I sing like a good canary
     I come when called
     I come, that's all
     Send it up on fire
     Death before dawn
     Send it up on fire
     Death before dawn
     I clean the house
     I put all your books in an order
     I make up a colorful border
     I clean my mouth
     'Cause froth comes out
     Send it up on fire
     Death before dawn
     Send it up on fire
     Death before dawn
Mesmerizing
     You said things I wouldn't say
     Straight to my face, boy
     You tossed the egg up 
     And I found my hands in place, boy
     After backing up as far as you could get
     Don't you know nobody parts two rivers met
     Don't you know I'm very happy
     You know me well
     I'm even happier 
     I like it
     I like it
     With all of the time in the world to spend it
     Wild and unwise
     I wanna be mesmerizing too
     Mesmerizing too
     Mesmerizing to you
     With all of the time in the world to spend it
     Wild and unwise
     I wanna be mesmerizing too
     Mesmerizing too
     Mesmerizing to you
Fuck and Run
     I woke up alarmed
     I didn't know where I was at first
     Just that I woke up in your arms
     And almost immediately I felt sorry
     'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
     No matter what I could do or say
     Just that I didn't think this would happen again
     With or without my best intentions, and
     What ever happened to a boyfriend
     The kind of guy who tries to win you over, and
     What ever happened to a boyfriend
     The kind of guy who makes love cause he's in it, and
     I want a boyfriend
     I want a boyfriend
     I want all that stupid old shit
     Like letters and sodas
     Letters and sodas
     You got up out of bed
     You said you had a lot of work to do
     But I heard the rest in your head
     And almost immediately I felt sorry
     'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
     No matter what I could do or say
     Just that I didn't think this would happen again
     With or without my best intentions, and
     I want a boyfriend
     I want a boyfriend
     I want all that stupid old shit
     Like letters and sodas
     Letters and sodas
     I can feel it in my bones
     I'm gonna spend another year alone
     It's fuck and run
     Fuck and run
     Even when I was seventeen
     Fuck and run
     Fuck and run
     Even when I was twelve
     You almost felt bad
     You said that I should call you up but
     I knew much better than that
     And almost immediately I felt sorry
     'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
     No matter what I could do or say
     Just that I didn't think this would happen again
     With or without my best intentions
     And I can feel it in my bones
     I'm gonna spend my whole life alone
     It's fuck and run
     Fuck and run
     Even when I was seventeen
     Fuck and run
     Fuck and run
     Even when I was twelve
Girls! Girls! Girls!
     You been around enough to know
     That if I want to leave you better let me go
     Because I take full advantage
     Of every man I meet
     I get away almost every day
     With what the girls call
     What the girls call
     What the girls call
     The girls call murder
     You been around enough to see
     That if you think you're it 
     You better check with me
     Because I take full advantage
     Of every man I meet
     I get away almost every day
     With what the girls call
     What the girls call
     What the girls call       the girls call murder
Divorce Song
     And when I asked for a separate room
     It was late at night
     And we'd been driving since noon
     But if I'd known
     How that would sound to you
     I would have stayed in your bed
     For the rest of my life
     Just to prove I was right
     That it's harder to be friends than lovers
     And you shouldn't try to mix the two
     Cause if you do it and you're still unhappy
     Then you know that the problem is you
     And it's true that I stole your lighter
     And it's also true that I lost the map
     But when you said that I wasn't worth talking to
     I had to take your word on that
     But if you'd known
     How that would sound to me
     You would have taken it back
     And boxed it up and buried it in the ground
     Boxed it up and buried it in the ground
     Boxed it up and buried it in the ground
     Burned it up and thrown it away
     You put in my hands a loaded gun
     And then told me not to fire it
     When you did the things you said were up to me
     And then accused me of trying to fuck it up
     But you've never been a waste of my time
     It's never been a drag
     So take a deep breath and count back from ten
     And maybe you'll be alright
     And the license said
     You had to stick around until I was dead
     But if you're tired of looking at my face I guess I already am
     But you've never been a waste of my time
     It's never been a drag
     So take a deep breath and count back from ten
     And maybe you'll be alright
Shatter
     I know that I don't always realize 
     How sleazy it is
     Messing with these guys
     But something about just being with you
     Slapped me right in the face
     Nearly broke me in two
     It's a mark
     I've taken hard
     And I know I will carry with me for a long long time
     I don't know if I could drive a car
     Fast enough to get to where you are
     or wild enough not to miss the boat completely
     Honey, I'm thinking maybe
     You know just maybe
     I don't know if I could fly a plane
     Well enough to tail spin out your name
     Or high enough to lose control completely
     Honey, I'm thinking maybe
     You know just maybe, maybe
Flower
     [high part:]
     Every time I see your face
     I get all wet between my legs
     Every time you pass me by
     I heave a sigh of pain
     [low part:]
     Every time I see your face
     I think of things unpure unchaste
     I want to fuck you like a dog
     I'll take you home and make you like it
     Everything you ever wanted  
     Everything you ever thought of is
     Everything I'll do to you
     I'll fuck you and your minions too
     Your face reminds me of a flower
     Kind of like you're underwater
     Hair's too long and in your eyes
     Your lips a perfect suck me size
     You act like you're fourteen years old
     Everything you say is so
     Obnoxious, funny, true and mean
     I want to be your blowjob queen
     You're probably shy and introspective
     That's not part of my objective
     I just want your fresh young jimmy
     Cramming slamming ramming in me
     Every time I see your face
     I think of things unpure unchaste
     I want to fuck you like a dog
     I'll take you home and make you like it
     Everything you ever wanted
     Everything you ever thought of is
     Everything I'll do to you
     I'll fuck you 'til your dick is blue
Johnny Sunshine
     You took the car
     It was my favorite one
     Little white Dart
     And drove it to Idaho
     You took the horse
     It was a thoroughbred
     Saddled it up
     Out on the interstate
     You killed the cat
     Put it in antifreeze
     Dumped in the trunk
     With the rest of the cattlefeed
     You took the house
     You went and changed the locks
     Now I am stuck
     Living out of a box
     I think I've been taken
     For everything I own
     I've been hurt so badly
     I'm alone, baby, I'm alone
     You left me nothing
     You left me nothing
     Johnny Sunshine
     You left me nothing
     You left me nothing
     Johnny Sunshine
     You left me nothing
     You left me nothing
     Johnny Sunshine
     You left me nothing
     You left me nothing
Gunshy
     Rifle in hand and two in the bush
     Three count delay, I may need a little push
     Take out the garbage on Tuesday nights
     Seems like the small things
     Are the only things I'll fight
     Seems like the small things
     Are the only things I'll fight
     Gunshy, Gunshy, Gunshy, Gunshy
     Sea monkeys, do monkey's
     Story of my life
     Send three bucks to a comic book
     Get a house, car and wife
     Send three bucks to a comic book
     Get a house, car and wife
     (wife) Gunshy repeated 14 times
Stratford-On-Guy
     I was flying into Chicago at night
     Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke
     The sun was setting to the left of the plane
     And the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow
     In 27-D I was behind the wing
     Watching landscape roll out
     Like credits on a screen
     The earth looked like it was lit from within
     Like a poorly assembled electrical ball as we moved
     Out of the farmlands into the grid
     The plan of the city was all that you saw
     And all of these people sitting totally still
     As the ground raced beneath them thirty thousand feet down
     It took an hour, maybe a day
     But once I really listened, the noise
     Just went away
     And I was pretending that I was in a Galaxie 500 video
     The stewardess came back and checked on my drink
     In the last strings of sunlight, a Bridgette Bardot
     There's a hat on my headphones
     Along with those eyes that you get
     When your circumstance is movie size
     It took an hour, maybe a day
     But once I really listened, the noise
     Just went away
     It took an hour, maybe a day
     But once I really listened, the noise
     Just went away
Strange Loop
     The fire you like so much in me
     Is the mark of someone adamantly free
     But you can't stop yourself from wanting worse
     'Cause nothing feeds a hunger like a thirst
     Baby I'm tired of fighting
     I always wanted you
     I broke up at the roadhouse
     I wouldn't know you were alive
     You haven't seen me for weeks now
     It wouldn't shock you if
     I drove right out through the back of your eyes
     I can't be trusted 
     They're saying I can't be true
     But I only wanted more than I knew
     Baby I'm tired of fighting
     I always wanted you
     I only wanted more than I knew
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*****    Whip Smart
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All songs written and directed by Liz Phair
Matador Records, 1994
Length: 42:00
Chopsticks
     I met him at a party and he 
     Told me how to drive him home  
     He said he liked to do it backwards  
     I said that's just fine with me  
     That way we can fuck and watch TV  
     It was four a m  and the light was gray 
     Like it always is in paperbacks  
     He asked if I liked playing jacks  
     I told him that I was good to sixes, 
     But all hell broke loose after that  
     I told him that I knew Julia Roberts 
     When I was twelve at summer camp  
     We didn't say anything after that  
     I dropped him off and I drove on home 
     'Cause secretly, I'm timid 
Supernova
     I have looked all over the place, 
     But you have got my favorite face 
     Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass 
     and your lips are sweet and slippery
     Like a cherub's bare wet ass    
     'Cause you're a human supernova,
     A solar superman 
     You're an angel with wings of fire,
     A flying, giant friction blast 
     You walk in clouds of glitter 
     and the sun reflects your eyes 
     And every time the wind blows, 
     I can smell you in the sky 
     Your kisses are as wicked as an F-16
     And you fuck like a volcano 
     and you're everything to me   
     'Cause you're a human supernova,
     A solar superman
     You're an angel with wings of fire,
     A flying, giant friction blast
     You're a giant, flying friction blast
     'Cause you're a human supernova,
     A solar superman,
     You're an angel with wings of fire,
     A flying, giant friction blast    
Support System
     I don't need a support system
     Lifting me into prop-position
     What I need is a man of action, I need my attraction to you
     Driving me down all those dangerous avenues
     Lions and tigers tearing at their food 
     (whistle break)
     I know the gossip
     Flies around at breakfast
     One of them rings in your hand
     Where the fuck do you get off thinking
     I was there at the party 'cause
     All of my friends feed me evil reasons
     Why you and I should not be friends   
     Let's think this whole thing through,
     Tell me, just what the hell is a lover supposed to do?
     I got the wrong reaction
     A slap in the face from you 
     (whistle break: 
     This is such a stupid picture, 
     Wrap me in a steak Why don't you 
     Throw it in the panther cage and 
     Maybe then I'll like you better (No Way))
     I don't need a support system
     Lifting me into prop-position
     What they make is a separation of beauty from attitude
     What satisfaction is left when all you do tells everyone
     You're acting untrue
     (whistle break: 
     This is such a stupid picture, 
     Light a cigarette why don't you 
     Stub it in a carburator, 
     Maybe then you'll sell me something 
     (No Way))
     I don't need a support system
     Put your hand on my heart and listen
     What I need is a dedication to last me all the way through
     Pointing the finger, I'm counting on loving you
     Over and above the passion
     I'm connected to you 
X-Ray Man
     As far as I know, baby,
     You can see
     As far as I go, funky baby,
     Digging deep inside of me   
     (uh uh uh uh uh uh x 4)
     As far as I know, sister,
     I'm alright
     As far as I know, funky lady,
     I'm coming home tonight   
     (you can see    through the smoke   )
     You're an X-ray man
     You got X-ray eyes
     [L] This is no reflection on you which is what I see inside
     [R] Why don't you put on your two-way sombrero and leave
     (uh uh uh uh uh uh x 4)
     You're an X-ray man
     You got white wall tires
     Iodine tan
     Cheap unpleasant desires
     You're an X-ray man
     Got an X-rated mind
     You're not satisfied looking at me, you're always
     Checking out the girl behind
     You're an X-ray man
     You got secret plans
     For me 
Shane
     I know that it was the night
     The war broke out because
     You and I were driving around
     You were doing a story
     About if people understood
     What had happened to their world
     Tonight
     In bed
     Sleeping
     The world tonight
     In bed
     Asleep
     You said that you were in touch
     With the draft resistors
     In case the big boys called you up
     You're gonna have to let 'em
     Dick you around
     But don't let 'em make
     You do
     What you can't live with
     Tonight
     In bed
     With me
     Sleeping
     You looked like you were just a little kid
     Shane, I said, you've got to watch your ass
     You've gotta have fear in your heart (x 8)
     Fear in your heart 
Nashville
     They don't know
     What they like so much about it
     They just go
     For any shiny old bauble
     And nobody sparkles like you   
     But I can't imagine it in better terms
     Than naked, half awake, about to shave and go to work   
     And I'm starting to think it could happen to me like it did to you
     And I'm starting to actually feel it seep through the
     Slick divide now
     I don't crack the door too far for anyone who's pushing too hard on me
     They don't know
     What they like so much about it
     Maybe it goes on the other side of the hallway,
     The writing's so small from here   
     But I can't imagine it in better terms
     Than naked, half awake, about to shave and go to work    
     I won't decorate my love (x 6)
Go West
     Safe on
     The interstate
     New York
     Is three thousand miles away
     And I'm not looking forward to following through
     But it's better than always running back into you
     I've closed my eyes and my bank account
     And gone west, young man
     Take off
     The parking brake
     Go coasting
     Into a different state
     And I'm not looking forward to missing you
     But I must have something better to do
     I've got to tear my life apart
     And go west, young man
     And it feels like I've got something to prove,
     But in some ways it's just something to do
     My friend's turn me around and say
     You go west, young man
     Stepping
     Down off my platform shoes
     Sixty-
     Nine in the afternoon
     And I'm waiting for someone in the know
     Like Pirnir tells me on the radio ed  note: this is the way it's spelled 
     on the lyrics sheet  It may be "Pirner," as in Dave
     Says take it from someone who's been there before
     You go west, young man
     And I'm looking for somebody to do
     My thinking for me 'till I come through
     The state-line highway sign says
     You have gone west, young man
     And it feels like I've got something to prove
     But in some ways it's just something to do
     The state-line highway sign says
     You have gone west, young man
Cinco De Mayo
     Cinco de Mayo  
     Blow out, denial  
     It wasn't fun this time, letting you go 
     What if I never, a bullet forever, 
     Held out my hand to you, we wouldn't have known 
     Beautiful flow, 
     Absolute measure, I ain't no pleasure hound
     Bus' out of control, plowing the road  
     Out on a bender, just Alice falling down 
     A deepening hole 
     I'd never been to Rome until you smiled 
     You're about as old and piled 
     I used to pray for snow   
     Now I just wonder what spell I was under, 
     Thinking you thought of me as 
     Something to hold 
     I'd never been to Rome until you smiled 
     You're about as old and piled 
     Cinco de Mayo  
     Burn-out, Ohio  
     It wasn't me this time, letting you go 
Dogs of L A 
     The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L A 
     I was a Star Trek crew member
     With my Beatle boots and my Super-8
     And I raced you to the top,
     The camera gets a stuttered shot of
     Me approaching the painted shrine 
     I kissed the Buddha and made him cry
     I kissed the Buddha and made him cry,
     Georgie, I'm your friend!
     And the shit brown reservoir
     Is a testament to the dogs of L A 
     They hold the place like the Mafia and say,
     Run me round again 
     The sawed off tree-trunks stand among the living palms
     You were beaming as I focused in and I panned along 
     And I raced you to the top
     Kicking snakes up from dusty rocks
     Young Abe Vigoda plays Frankenstein 
     I kissed the Buddha and made him cry
     I kissed the Buddha and made him cry,
     Georgie, I'm your friend!
     And the shit brown reservoir
     Is a testament to the dogs of L A , they
     Hold the place like the Mafia and say,
     Run me round again 
     I wanna go again 
     And the shit brown reservoir
     Is a testament to the dogs of L A 
     They hold the place like the Mafia and say, 
     Run me round again 
Whip-Smart
     I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green and
     Whip-smart as the English Channel's wide 
     And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money in his mattress 
     And his watch on any hand between his thighs 
     And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower 'til I write my whole life story
     On the back of his big brown eyes 
     When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing  (x 4)
     And I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is cheap and
     Games are just another way of life 
     And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes because for
     Every truth, there are half a million lies 
     And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower 
     'Til he learns to let his hair down far enough to climb outside 
     When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing  (x 4)
Jealousy
     He's got a million dollar car
     He's got a thirty-seven year old guitar
     He's got a family who deals heroin, 
     you're on the edge of your chair and then
     You feel it
     He's looking at you
     He's laughing at you
     It's happening 
     I can't, I can't believe it 
     But it's here on the pages I'm reading
     It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy    jealousy   
     I know it's just a drawer of photographs
     They're ex-girlfriends, I try to remember that
     I don't wanna look, but I'm already hooked on jealousy    jealousy   
     I can't believe you had a life before me
     I can't believe they let you run around free
     Just putting your body wherever it seemed like a good idea
     What a good idea:
     Standing
     On the corner
     Watching
     The ladies
     Pass by
     Imagining me behind your eyes
     And then what did I see? 
     I saw hips, I saw thighs
     I saw secret positions that we never try
     I saw jealousy
     I saw jealousy
     I can't, I can't believe it
     But it's here in this place and I see it
     It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy    jealousy   
     Standing
     On the mud flats
     Watching
     The salmon
     Fly
     Wonder if I'll ever bury the hatchet inside 
     Imagining me behind your eyes
     And then what did I see? 
     I saw hips, I saw thighs
     I saw secret positions that we never try
     I saw jealousy
     I saw jealousy
     I can't believe you had a life before me
     I can't believe they let you run around free
     Just putting your body wherever it seemed like a good idea
     What a good idea:
Crater Lake
     Once you've left a lonely rage on its own, it grows 
     And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn't smoke until it blows   
     And oh, all the tears
     In four tiny years
     Well look at me, I'm frightening my friends   
     You better roll me   
     I bought a map of the moon 
     There's a crater with my name on it and a really good view
     There I was, getting drunk in your room
     Because I wanted to throw my weight around
     And oh, all the tears
     In four tiny years
     Oh look at me, I'm frightening my friends   
     You better roll me home (x 3)
Alice Springs
     See the sun rise 
     So loud,
     This whole town
     Gets drowned out 
     Sky writing with the sweep of a flashlight
     I'm driving over that way
  The following belongs to Amanda,indicating thus that she was here,being carefull to watch for periods,Makadisa@aol.com,oops that couldn't be helped
i would just like to remark but no won will listen as usual,but like old news is new news or something she saiD and pulled out her national enquirer but even then well she still didn't know
AND AS SHE WALKED SLOWLY ACROSS THE CRACKLING FOREST AND NEARER TO THE VAST STREACH OF PARCHED GRASSES DRIED AND WITHERED BY THE SUN SHE REMEMBERED HER HOME
AND HER DOG ROVER AND THE ANTFARM SHE LEFT BEHIND AND A SMALL TEAR FORMED IN HER EYE BUT THE PARCHING WIND OF THE PLAINS DRIED IT BEFORE IT EVER HAD A CHANCE TO EXPRESS HER LOSSES FOR HER
SHE WOULD NEVER SEE AUNT BETTY OR EAT BACON UNLESS SHE COULD FIND A WILD PIG, THEN A THOUGHT OCCURED TO HER, AND SHE WENT ON A HUNT TIRELESSLY DAY AFTER DAY SHE HUNTED THE ELUSIVE WHITE SWINE
UNTILL ONE DAY SHE SPOTTED IT ROOTING AND RUNTING ON THE GROUND AND SHE CLIMBED UP IN A TREE ABOVE THE SWINE AND POUNCED ON IT FROM ABOVE BITING INTO IT'S NECK AS IT SQUEELED FURIOUSLY,
HER TEETH DOVE DEEPER UNTILL SHE FOUND THE NECK WHICH SHE CLASPED IN HER MOUTH
AND WITH GREAT FORCE RIPPED FROM THE SWINES BODY, THIS MAY SEEM A BIT GREUSOM, BUT IT WAS THE WAY NATURE INTENDED IT MAN AND BEAST FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL, AND SHE LICKED HIS INNERDS CLEAN
AND WAS SATIFIED, SHE WAS OFF TO HER  NEXT ADVENTURE, HER NEXT HUNT AND ANOTHER DAY IN THIS WILD PLACE SHE HAD YET TO FULLY DISCOVER Children, what are you doing in there?  Who are these non-artists and What are their names and Where do they live and Where do they come from and where do they go at night and Can they explain the value of living quiet lives of resigned desperation and why are they so adamant about advancing such an early death on the rest of us because...
Youth is king, and no matter how "old" they are, make no mistake, they are old, and have settled into the process of dying and Itās easy for them because they learned to trade their hopes for security and To paraphrase Jefferson, God help the man that sacrifices freedom for security, for in the end he will have neither and Surely, the most fundamental aspect of a person, perhaps what makes us human, is the drive for benevolent progress, exploration, creation and These are the fundamental building blocks of the life well lived, and the uncompromising dividing line between living and existing and I further submit that the person incapable of understanding these concepts is inherently flawed, and thus the cruelest of ironies that they should be in the majority and In addition, the person who understands these truths and ignores them is worse then flawed;  he is perverse so then 
How are these people to be treated....Nod when they speak, use courtesy (when youāre in a mood to do so), ask them advice, and even try to cajole them to think for once in their lives but Do not take them seriously and Learn to ignore their trivial little mindsets, and dismiss their banal language as pure and utter garbage and When appropriate make them the targets of scorn and derision, but choose your battles because They are still in 
 i'm you'r we're forever mmmmmmpppppppppp 
1) Out of clutter, find simplicity
2) From discord, find harmony
3) In the middle of difficulty lies
opportunity
ALBERT EINSTEIN WAS HERE,
three rules of work
submitted by me
 Littlegeekygoobergogglefromthecorrnerofmycreeningcloset of all the turths stated so far, it is imperitive to remember we are a community and we are obligated to educate each other and our progeny to the darker truths of our history so that we may progress beyond our past and never experience another shoah again; animal sex I wish to add my two bits to this sentence, although I have nothing of any real consequence to say, I feel it is my duty, after having read part of this to become a part of the artwork- and not just an observer- In any case I will try to entertain some thoughts on MIERNOTA JEST GORSZA OD NICOSCI 
 alas, I know nothing golden pissing
 how does the hammer speak softly  in the text that:rummages the machine all for now thanks for the invitation Ouch! i have cramps today, i still don't know anything and now i can't 
think, Ouchh!! ouch...okay, so i took some aspirin and maybe now i can think, well it 
feels to me like the trouble with the senthence is not that its corroboratoes 
aren't listening to anything, but rather that they aren't writing anything
   is it whattis a bizarre request whats happening i'll pull in here going 
to be late two kinds of crazy people Hey, I am sitting here at this computer and wondering what life is realy about I mean you try to be good and helpful and keep a great body and learn new things, but what is it all really for?  All you try to do is improve and be the best that you can be, but you're going to die anyway so why does any of it matter? And there are always problems in life, thuff that will never go away but if you have only one life, don't you want it to tbe the best it could be? And people always say that life is so short, but truly, life isn't short, its just that you're dead for so long  I am Tina in New Jersey and it is windy in this tiny town where there are no thrills, no excitement will ever come everything is boring 'really' is spelled with 2 'l's, dear When you believe in life after death do you really believe that your physical body remains useful to you? You should logically believe that that is ridiculous!  Therfore - - Why do so many people think that their organs would do them any good?  When you believe in life after death do you really believe that your physical body remains useful to you? You should logically believe that that is ridiculous!  Therfore - - Why do so many people think that their organs would do them any good?       The  following  is  a  list  of  annoyances:  People  that  yell  at  
minimum  wage  earners  employed  by  public  service  organizations,  
those  small,  cardboard  business  reply  cards  in  magazines,  sticky  
fingers,  roommates  who  give  their  telephone  numbers  to  every 
panting,  tongue-dragging Tom,  Dick  and  Harry,  sensationalized  news
bulletins  like:  "Stormwatch '97!",  junk  mail,   cold  fast  food,  
arrogant  ignorants,  roaches,  people  who  sue  after  carelessly  
scalding  their  own  genitals,  systems  crashing,  the English poet WH Auden, living among the flower children in the 60's in New York's East Village, wrote a poem in which he described his seduction of a young Polish-American neighborhood boy, a naughty work which has Auden going down on the boy and uttering "His circumcised head was a work of mastercraft", all of this leading to a big question of why is circumcision of males such a fundamental human ritual in diverse cultures and places for diverse reasons and why it is seen as an aesthetic improvement on the penis by so many including myself who has always admired its aspect in comparison to those of my uncircumcised adolescent school chums which seemed sausage-like and infantile and animal, yet it remains an unnatural act, a form of male-wounding that some cultures and religions demand, or a ritual that makes young boys look revealed and sex-ready before they ought to, all of this remains for me one of life's imponderables, a small matter among others that is a big matter after all  He said "Behold I stand at the door (of your heart)and knock, if any man hears my voice and opens the door I will come into him" is the invitation of Jesus who died for our sins on the cross and gives eternal life to all that believe in him Rev 3:14 so when I'm finally divorced, the world and southern Ontario will be a better place, because she will be out of my life and I will be able to continue, after all what is life if you can't live it to the fullest, and with the yoke of Jane around my neck it was virually impossible, so you see there is hope for us all and if you can maintain your sanity while your former is losing hers, then you too will be a better person, because                        if I had a nickel for every time I think of you I'd have three hundred and sixty four dollars and twenty cents smak firesup dees days ohhs 
spack wiredup dees days ows m(c) hey, can you see this? i dig the madness, my friend e-mail
me, you know, just because i am lydia
at pkw2@mindspring  com okokok hello i am lydia and i am 13 and it is march 13th, 1997 trent reznor e-mail me if you read this sometimes i think i am carzy, but then i know i am only insane and that reassures me to keep going on living my insanely sane life within the midst of my madness ogodgogdodogoddog  GO VEGAN!!!!!!!!! i did my birthday is may 4th 
and i will be 14 oh crap i almost used a period there and if i did you all would have killed me and  as i sit and dream in my unconcious awake slumber i dream of not dreaming and scream through my scilence i spelt that incorrectly read the hitchhiker's guide everyone c'mon you will thouroly enjoy it I HATE THE USA even though i mustlike here this is quite odd i will post a poem here someday someway never forget me in your absentmindedness
pkw2@mindspring  com         if you are looking for a buddy  inmymadnessitroudgethroughlifehateingallthemomentsofyourlifeasthetimesinksintomypaleskinemailmeifyoulikedthatpkw2a@mindspring com  why is a nickel better than paper money? Hello   My nickname is Mandy    I am 16 and I really like what yo have done on this page!!!!
Also I would love to meet you!!! Hello   My nickname is Mandy    I am 16 and I really like what yo have done on this page!!!!
Also I would love to meet you!!!      I HATE LIVING AT HOME
 Hello   My nickname is Mandy    I am 16 and I really like what yo have done on this page!!!!
Also I would love to meet you!!!      I HATE LIVING AT HOME      I love fucking big hard cock
 Hello   My nickname is Mandy    I am 16 and I really like what yo have done on this page!!!!
Also I would love to meet you!!!      I HATE LIVING AT HOME      I love fucking big hard cock
 
 The Perils of Rock 'N Roll Decadence The Perils of Rock 'N Roll Decadence , 11jarige kinder phornographie
 I looked at the first part of the sentence, and I wanted to read it all, but it was just too much; it was a little like the time in the Holocaust Museum when you see all of the hair and the scissors and the shoes and the toothbrushes, the fucking toothbrushes!, and it's just too much, too much to take in and absorb because it's so much bigger than you are 
But at the same time, it's like the part where they talk about the Danish village where they smuggled out all the Jewish kids, because it's a bunch of people contributing to something, trying to make something happen, something big and something you hope is good,
and it's also like some of the more narcissistic home pages I see, where it's just some guy (Zaphod Beeblebrox? He's just zis guy, you know?) where somebody's not doing anything, not adding anything, not giving anything to the Web, not even anything interesting about themselves, and you think (imagine an ellipsis here)
"Is this worth it? Does my homepage have any meaning, or am I just one of those vain, boring, useless people who is deluded into thinking I've done something useful,
and then you write something that perfectly captures a moment, and it's beautiful, and it's right, and you know it, and you sigh and yoiu're happy
so maybe this is art, you think?
 Wooooooooooooooow I fell all special now that I've found this page and contributed and people all over the world did too but I should say something important and intelligent so here's a thought I thought I would just share with you real quick and that's live fast, die young and leave a good looking corpse cause that's whats really important in this world after all cause life is like a sexually transmitted disease and no one really wants it anyway, wow, what an amazing way to just vent all those depressing feelings I've been feeling all my life but then is this nuts or something, how can people actually read all this  oh well I guess I'll leave my mark here and die happy cause I left my mark on the World (wide web) and although I've done that a little, no ones going to read this far anyway, I don't know why I'm bothering to add in my own part except that this is TOO COOL TO PASS UP I mean, wow, look at all this and this whole thing is just so LONG and it could just keep going, does anyone know when it was started  I wrote this in 1997, so I just wanted to know, okay this is the one spot on the net where you can just blather on and on and nobody will ever notice because they probably all said the exact same thing and I like how it begins with sort of obscure arty statements but it says everything that ever really needed to be said but I digress because we all know how cool this is anyway, so there's no real point to ending this thing as it could just keep going as long as somebody can support the page so it will live in immortality and I thank the faeries they are the ones who give us everything and if you disagree you can just kiss my *ss cause I don't care what you think and the director the drama guy can just go *&%^ for all I care because he totaly screwed me over for the musical and he's a bastard anyway, and now the whole world knows it ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha now I feel a lot better this is almost as good as the couch of contemplation and it doesn't really matter any way because I'll just annoy him until he realizes that I'm not just going to go a way any time soon even though that seems to be what he really wants cause I know he doesn't like me he gave me a D in English and he's just stupid but everyone else is nice so its doesn't matter what he says cause they all like me anyway and I could go on forever you'd think that someone who's spent their entire life pretending to be someone else could be themselves for just one moment even if it is just for an audition or something stupid like that and I just cant get anything right any more, everything I do I screw up and my bastard little brother just gets everything he wants and everyone loves him saying he's such a sweet little boy when he's really just a pimp and I really hate him I'd like to bash his head against the wall several times then throw him out into the street so mandy can run him over a few times while her boyfriend laughs cause he really deserves it even though no one else seems to love him because he's just so smart and so wonderful and I'm just a stupid b*&^ who never does anything that she's supposed to do and just uses her time to write stories and finds comfort that no one on the net knows who she really is and she can just do what she's always done only in reverse because instead of being like everyone else I can be who I really am and It doesn't matter cause they don't even know who I am and this is all just a cherade anyway and I think I've gone on for long enough because I feel really stupid now for writing all this but it doesn't matter any way because if anyone does read this far it'll all flow together and they wont remember a word of it, I love this page it is my savior thank you all, a wild card in the trumped suit of brass astringency gfhj bvnm which was strad, guarneri, and one other one--what--what exactly was she trying to think of: dizzy jean-jacques kantorow puffing out his cheeks and bending the neck of his fiddle UP, of course, they said (i was listening today)we cannot possibly....it was then i knew the body without organs existed pufftoads be very afraid bbbbbbbbbbpppppppppp  Niedlugo napisze cos wiecej; na razie tyle so many things to read at once: who wrote this syllabus? (WE LOVE DUCKIE) I've played this game in high school as well -- oh yes, same thing exactly but
without the melodrama -- I remember it always being fun though; best of luck WHAT HAS THIS ACCOMPLISHED OTHER THAN COLLECTING COMMENTS FROM EVERY LUNATIC AND
PRETENTIOUS TWIT FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO HAVE INTERNET ACCESS?  FOR GOD'S SAKE, SCULPT
OR SOMETHING 
 
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The World's First Collaborative Sentence
Welcome to the World's First Collaborative Sentence:
I DID NOT FEEL SEPARATED I  FELT VERY CLOSE EVEN
THOUGH WE WERE THOUSANDS OF MILES APART AND I WAS SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE HERE I
FELT CLOSE HOW ARE YOU THIS IS DURBAN WE FEEL WE ARE A PART OF THE WORLD AT
LAST IN THE PALACE HERE I AM WAITING FOR THE PRESIDENT I SEND YOU GREETINGS
HERE I AM IN THE GALLERY LOOKING AT THIS BIG PENCIL I AM LAUGHING COGITO ERGO
SUM GO GO GO SENTENCE swing swing swing ring ring ring ring ring  let
herethereeverywhereGUMBOGUMBOhellholeI DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY A LITTLE
LEARNING IS A DANGEROUS THING FREEDOMFREEDOMFREEDOMGET OFF ME GET OFF
MY BACK
SCRATCH MY ASS DOUGLAS HOW ARE YOU?  FAR AWAY YET FREE DONT COME AFTER ME PHI
KAB NAUNG LANG PHAU PHI NAUNG SEX RELATIONS BETWEEN FIRST COUSINS ARE
FORBIDDEN THE MOON BRIGHTENS THE BATTLE CAMP SO YOU LIKE TO LOOK AT ME PAY
FOR IT YOU PAMPER ME SO MUCH YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A QUEEN I SEND GREETINGS
FROM FRANKFURT GOD BLESS AMERICA AMERICA NEEDS IT ANIMALS ARE GOOD TO THINK
AND GOOD TO PROHIBIT BE GOOD IT IS THE TIME TO BE GOOD I LOVE EVERYBODY I
HATE EVERYBODY THE SON IN LAW MUST NOT ENTER ENTER THE SLEEPING QUARTES
THROUGH THE DOORWAY OF THE PARENTS IN LAW CALL ME RIGHT NOW TO SAVE THE WORLD
I LOVE YOU WORLD WORLD WHEN WILL YOU SEE HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE STOP DYING
WORLD HERE IN THE BRONX WE HATE THE POLICE GIVE ME YOUR HAND I FEEL YOUR
FINGER HERE MANY MILES APART I THINK IN BASEL WE UNDERSTAND AND APPRECIATE
YOUR WORK KEEP GOING WE ARE BEHIND YOU NO BODY CAN SWEAT SO MUCH WE FIND YOU
NEAR EVEN WHEN FAR TO THE HEALTH OF DON CESARE'S WOMA N AU REVOIR MONS
ENFANTS RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED BLUE BLUE BLUE
BLUE I AM SO BLUE I SAW A MAN HE HELD A STICK OUT TO ME I HOLD THIS STICK OUT
TO YOU ACROSS THE WORLD I ASK YOU WHEN WILL YOU COME TO MOSCOW AGAIN DOUGLAS
er mirror miroir mirage THE BUSHES TWITCHED AGAIN THE STICK BEGAN TO GROW
SHORTER IN BOTH ENDS HERE IN KAUNAS WE HAVE SATAN MAKING LOVE TO AN ANGEL IS
THIS WHAT DROVE HIM INTO HELL WELL THis thing of of writing in all caps is getting a bit tiresome and why does this sentence have sound so disgusting and arty who do think we are
james joyce's greatgrandchildren
      or some kind of gertrude 
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