Lyrics From Trouble at the Henhouse


Giftshop

The beautiful lull,
the dangerous tug
from high up above
and after a glimpse
over the top
the rest of the world
becomes a gifthop
The pendulum swings
for the horse like a man
out over the rim
is ice cream to him
the beautiful lull,
the dangerous tug
we get to feel small
but not out of place at all
We're forced to bed,
but we're free to dream
all us human extras,
all us herded beings
and after a glimpse
over the top
the rest of the world
becomes a giftshop
I don't know what to believe,
sometimes I even forget
and if it's a lie,
terrorists made say it
the beautiful lull,
the dangerous tug
we get to feel small
from high up above
from high up above


Spring Time in Vienna

Instructions from a manual
could not have been much more plain
the blues are still required
the blues are still required again
past territorial piss-posts
past whispers in the closets
past screamin from the rooftops
we live to survive our paradoxes
Men here of the secret
they pass in upholstered silence
they only exist in crisis
they only exist in silence
past territorial piss-posts
past whispers in the closets
past screamin from the rooftops
we live to survive our paradoxes
we'll live to survive our paradoxes


Ahead by a Century

First we'd climb a tree
and maybe then we'd talk
or sit silently
and listen to our thoughts
with illusions of someday
casting a golden light
no dress rehearsal,
this is our life
that's where the hornet stung me
and I had a feverish dream
with revenge and doubt
tonight, we smoke them out
You are ahead by a century
Stare in the morning shroud
and then the day began
I tilted your cloud,
you tilted my hand
rain falls in real time
and rain fell through the night
no dress rehearsal, this is our life
That's when the hornet stung me
and I had a serious dream
with revenge and doubt
tonight, we smoked them out
You are ahead by a century
but this is our life
and disappointing you's gettin'
me down


Don't Wake Daddy

Sled dogs after dinner
close their eyes on
the howlin' wastes
kurt cobain, reincarnated,
sighs and licks his face
then they drift past strips
of Serengeti and the gates
of Sleepy Hollow too
you can pause in wonder,
they paused in wonder and
yea, I paused in wonder too
just don't wake daddy
They can lay their heads
on their futon-beds
so many miles from home
you teach your children
some fashion sense and they
fashion some of their own
for when the policy-weary
commune on the untamed land
through white-sheers
whispers in their ears,
you're damned
and don't wake daddy
You can stuff yer void
with the asteroid
that's hurlin' toward the earth
you can drop the bomb
that restores some calm
then promises rebirth
just don't wake daddy
It's the perfect time now
for an eclectic choice
they're all asleep but us now
it's time to hear you voice
Sing to end all songs
to end all songs


Flamenco

Does it diminish your
super-capacity to love
Walk like a matador
don't be chicken-shit
and turn breezes into rivulets
flamenco-sweep the air
and weave the sun
and stamp your feet for everyone
Does it exhibit your
natural tendency to hate
Maybe a prostitute
could teach you
how to take a compliment
maybe I'll go to New York
I'll drag you there
you said, "no one drags me
anywhere"
Does it diminish you
super-capacity to love


700 ft. Ceiling

Lets go to the park,
lets go watch'em floodin'
out there after dark,
don't have to think of nothin'
and I love that for,
for the way I'm feeling
700 foot, 700 foot ceiling
Lets take it to the top
of the tobacco nation
we can aim the dish
for hardcore invitations
and I hate that for,
for the things I'm thinking
when the clouds are low,
700 and sinking
It's part hard, hard to remember
it's part hard to say
parts unknown, unknown forever
and those parts fade away
but leanings towards,
toward a full-stop's
all I hear you say
One foot on the stump,
the other's on the pulpit
700 foot, 700 foot pulpit
and I love that for,
for the way I'm feeling
700 foot, 700 foot ceiling
in our own backyard, we can do
some floodin'
when it's cold and dark, don't
have to think or nothin'


Butts Wigglin'

The sweet sound of patent approval
comin' down in a not quite fog
The sweet sound of patent approval
comin' down in powdery sparks
The sweet sound of patent approval
comin' down with holiday concern
The sweet sound of patent approval comin'
down in a world of hurt
In my opinion the drug is ready
The warm hand of abject approval
comin' down with its ropey veins
The warm hand of abject approval
comin' down to the fingerbowl
In my opinion the drug is ready
The cold eye of constant approval
comin' down to freeze the blood
The cold eye of constant approval
comin' down to look real close
In my opinion the drug is ready


Apartment Song

Illuminate the obvious
it's standing right here in
front of us
what our apartment does
when we're not around
does not concern us
Simulate the obvious
and it's standing, standing
right here in front of us
just what our apartment does
when we're not around
does not concern us
She's the horrible esthete
and she hates her ugly feet
at a place where her friends
all meet
she takes her shoes off and
invites everyone to see
Eliminate the obvious
and it's right here, right here
in front of us
just what our apartment does
when we're not around
does not concern us
She's the horrible esthete
at the place where her friends
all meet
while her clock reinforces its'
conceit
and her mirror checks out
other things
the walls stand a little more
at ease
and her books they chat so expertly
and her cups and saucers get
some sleep
and things get all together neat
and at the clicking of the key
returns the horrible esthete


Coconut Cream

There's a cannon shooting
coconut cream
40 gallons in a steady stream
there's a cannon shooting
coconut cream
40 gallons in a steady stream
It's wing music to a happy cat
he likes his butterflies
slow and fat
and wing music to a happy cat
he likes his butterflies
slow and fat
Us little christians in a circle
jerk
til our daddy gets home from
work
all us good christians in a circle
jerk
til our daddy gets home from
work
There's a cannon shooting
coconut cream
40 gallons in a steady stream
there's a cannon shoots
coconut cream
40 gallons in a steady stream


Let's Stay Engaged

It might be late
but it won't be early
you go me to the gate
with time for a coffee
it's getting late
sounds like a departure
it's getting close
sounds to me like a departure
Until we meet again
lets stay engaged
until then
lets stay engaged
Lies over time
float to the surface
lies over time
they equal surface
lives over time
though the reasons desert us
lies over time
with no apparent purpose
until we meet again
lets stay engaged
until then
lets stay engaged
See the dead art
and you see your reflection
fear no art
and you fear no reflection
but don't look at me
I'm not the artist in question
sounds good to me
but I'm not the artist in question
Until we meet again
lets stay engaged
until then
lets stay engaged


Sherpa

Me and the vivid girl
in our hammock to the stars
staring into the fire before TV,
the remote-control's on Mars
In the dope of the pigment,
in a poetic state of mind
in a flood of country
we lay down to kill some time
And we spoke languidly
of the Northern Bee
and collecting dewdrops for tea
underneath the cannonball tree
We were high,
we were sherpa-high,
we conspired against old friends
we said we must be friends or die
and we've died a thousand times
since then
And we spoke long, at length
of the fight or flee
and of nothing in particularly
underneath the cannonball tree
We spoke off-handedly
of the new extremes
and of nothing in particularly
underneath the cannonball tree
We're at the point
where we love or hate it
we can write it down
and obliterate it
when we're at the point
when we neither love nor hate it
we can lay down
and obliterate it


Put it Off

I wrote unfriendly things,
truly cruel,
on the day that you were born
to prove that words
cannot touch beauty
but I was torn
I put it off, I put it off,
I put it off again
I made degenerate art
for the religious right
on the day that you were born
I had a passion to experiment
but I was torn
I put it off, I put if off,
I put it off again
I play Love Tara
by Eric's Trip
on the day that you were born
I had to find the cuteness
in the unadorned
but I was torn
I put it off, I put it off,
I put it off again
I put it off, I put it off,
I put it off again

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