Modern Art - The Lyrics
French Lesson, number 1. number 1. number 1.02. The Ballad of Siegfried and Roy
I met him on a cruise ship I knew he shot from the hip And when his hand touched me I knew it was real But I never imagined the Things I would feel Some people say it's not natural But the animals know it's factual Oh how I miss The Secret Garden with him I don't care if You think it's a sin Roy Roy oh Roy I love what you have inside But that night our dreams were lost When the tighter you once kissed tossed Your bleeding body Around the stage While all the housewives Wept and waved Roy Roy Oh Roy I love what you have inside Tiger tiger burning bright Tearing out Roy's throat tonight03. Chris' 115th Recurring Dream of Bob Dylan
I was drifting off to sleep again when I heard that cackling laugh Into my bedroom came Bob Dylan riding a giant green giraffe He jumped on down and said, ‘Hi there Chris we meet again just like I said we would’ And he proceeded to take out a meat cleaver and then a block of wood I cried ‘What are you doing you freak, you get the hell away from me!’ But he walked toward me, winked and he smiled maliciously So I leapt up from my bed and began to wonder where to go When I realized I was on the set of the I Love Lucy TV show Then out came Bob Dylan shaking his hips in a Ricky Ricardo suit And he grinned and exclaimed eerily ‘Chris, you got some 'splainin to do’ So while he played Babalu I screamed and began to run away And then I found myself on the set of an Oscar Wilde play So Bob stood up in formal wear and began to give a speech ‘Chris with me you should come in a most gracious manner I beseech, I’ve chased you through countless dreams and your various vicissitudes vary, For fortune often finds an act of false self-same pursuit as quarry, Therefore I contend that as your persistent pursuant I would you to me submit,’ I just stared at him, fell weeping to the ground and said, ‘Oh shit’ And then my eyes opened and I awoke from my nightly fight Against the dreams of Bob Dylan that for months had ruined my life He’d poked and stabbed and prodded and done things to me that I can’t describe Until I’d seriously questioned whether or not I wanted to be alive But now I was awake and for 20 hours I would be free Until I looked in the mirror and saw Bob Dylan staring back at me04. Goodbye Cigarettes
Goodbye cigarettes I’ll never forget the joy you brought Even though my lungs are black Still my darling I want you back You lit up my life with your cancerous goo You were always there to be true But I had to let you go Before my throat has a hole So I'll sit waiting here My skin is crawling, it's crawling with fear Your icy hooks won’t let me go I’m losing my mind, I think you know I hate my life and I hate you all The slightest sound is like a wall Of pure undiluted stabbing pain In my skull driving me insane Goodbye cigarettes I hope you burn in hell I threw you away in the trash But still I feel your call Some tell me things will Always feel this way And if that’s the truth Then I’ll blow my head away Gonna blow my head away05. Lyraphilia Nervosa
You love instrumentals don't you?06. Hush Now, Baby Child (Darling Sean)
Hush now baby child Your mama’s gonna make it alright You’re 21 years old now But you haven’t aged a day since 5 If something’s wrong just beat it up One day it’ll be your wife Sit in the ruins of your own faults And blame everyone for your life Hush now baby child Your momma’s gonna make it alright You’ve been a naughty little boy You expect a reprimand But no one cares what you may do So keep crying in the palm of your hand You might as well be a dead Blaming it all on somebody else Come on He-Man if you’re so strong Just give growing up a little a chance Hush now baby child Your momma’s gonna make it alright07a. Modernism, Part 1
I am very charming.07b. Modernism, Part 2
I am still very charming.08. Katie I
Ah Katie I remember it as if it were yesterday I met you at the social ball You had a nice pink dress And these, oh those enormous boots With fur You looked like an Eskimo So I invited you to my igloo And in the morning You left me Because you said our love Could never be true As long as your parents Wanted you to be a nun I said that’s no fun baby I need you My dove My little troll My little chocolate wafer With vanilla You will be mine Katie oh Katie Nanook Katie Oh nannynannynook Katie Oh Katie Come back home to me Katie09. Katie II
When I look into your eyes I see blue like the skies When I put my hand on your skin The softest clouds seem hard as tin You looked so beautiful when I strangled you You cried and didn’t know what to do But now you’re here by my side And our love we no longer have to hide Why oh why did it start so wrong Why did you let it go on so long I really had no choice you see I loved you and now you’ll love me Your eyes are locked and will forever stay In them I see my own loving gaze And on your lips so ruby red I kiss the memory of things you’ve said I know in death you’ll never change Even though it’s kind of strange On your breast I’ll always keep my head The warmth of your body cold as lead Katie Katie I want to love you10. Katie III
Your eyes They drive me away They drive me crazy And I don’t know what to do Just to hold you I'd roam the earth I'd crawl through the depths But I strangled you anyway I thought I loved you But Katie but I don’t It was those boots They brought out the Eskimo in me What kind of magic you put on me I will never know And what I will do with your body When your brother comes knocking at my door It fills me Well it fills me With fear How could I know That I'm a fool For love? Spoiling everything That I touch I know murder is wrong But I couldn't Help myself11. Going Down South
I'm going to move To Mexico I'm going to speak Espanol I'm going to go Drink beer in the sun I'm going to go On the run I've had enough Of politics And bullshit From idiots Just me and cigars A girl in my clutch To be left alone Is that asking too much? I'm going to move to Mexico...12. Postmodernism
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