7 deadly songs
by regular einstein> marry baker eddy
> i want mars
> finished
> in the ether
> terry cloth mother
> mom's on the roof
> statue of liberty
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _I'm all alone again.
I've got myself to blame
for everything.
But then again
I've got my fountain pen
and my eminent friend.And all these people they don't understand
the relationship between God and Man
but I say:I'm Mary Baker Eddy
I took a pill
I thought that I was ill
but it was just my will.
And now I see
What's come over me
It's called slaveryI tried to be like you;
it never got me anywhere.
I tried to be good.
I tried to be quiet
like you said I should.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _I've got those nightmare legs that don't move and
I'm running away from you.I've got those nightmare legs that don't move
I'm treading walk and I'm
running away from you.How many families
will I have to leave
before I find
the one that left me behind?Sitting at my desk
you were so statuesque.
You set the world free.
The statute of liberty.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _She wasn't there for me,
she was a working mom.
She was just trying to feed
a buncha stoopit children.And I don't blame her,
and I don't blame you
for wanting to leave.A Hare Krishna chant,
a dream of suicide,
a vodka on the rocks,
the comfort of your arms.I'm like a monkey,
clinging to a cloth-covered wire.Will you be my terry cloth mother?
It's never there for me,
it is a working world,
and so I watch TV and hold me in my arms.And maybe someday I will wake up
and really feel alive.Is it laziness or just a lack of will
or the need to escape from someone else's world?
And if I told you that I love you,
would you try to love yourself?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _finished
Under the ocean where the memory begins lives a
town of people who are missing all their limbsThey're the unfinished ones,
nursing fractured bones.
Sit on unfinished furniture
inside their broken homes.I've been missing for a year, I left them there and
found you here. With your legs and arms and ears
attached, where they belong.You're the able I rest on,
so perfectly shellacked,
and I'm like a bottle of Diet Coke
with all the fizz in tact.
I could explode on you
and ruin what you got,
but then you'd be unfinished, too,
you're everything I'm not.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _i want mars
Ask me what I want for my birthday, I'll try.
But the only thing that I ever wanted
is up in the sky.You were born on the sun,
no clouds to be found.
then you cam tumbling down,
madly in love with the ground.But that's not my story.
I want Mars and the stars to mingle.
Check the spectrum for
Doppler changes in hue,
and find I've drifted towards
a slower shade of blue.Stuck in this quandrant.
I want Mars and the stars to mingle.
Someday I'll rise above.
I'll send you my quasar love
Giving light like a million and one
suns.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _still in ether
I was still in the ether
when I signed a shaky form.
They carted him away
right after he was born.I hear emergencies down the corridor
I hear people talking.
and doctors knowing it all.The labor took forever,
hurt like a mother too.
Some skinny nurse said, "Be brave,"
and I just said, "Screw you."I was still in ether
when they took that boy away.
But I think for the rest
of my life,
I'm gonna be wide awake.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _mom's on the roof
I met yer Chinese gurlfriend.
She doesn't hold a candle up
To all the gurls you left behind in MassapequaYou got those horn-rim glasses,
the kind that Jimmy Reily wore
just before you beat him up
and took his sneakers.Bobby--what's become of my big brother?
There are no new worlds left to discover.
I hope that you'll come back when you recover,
Cuz mom's on the roof
and we can't get her down.You're drinking Vintage seltzer
As if the bubbles could erase all the traces of your
beer and breast milk diet.You used to look out for me,
but now you tell me look inside
cuz that's where all the answers are
but I don't buy it.Bobby--where's the world that we grew up in?
I dream, but reality keeps interrupting.
Sit down, cuz man I gotta tell you somethingMom's on the roof and we can't get her down.
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