our troubled youth




two songs so far:

  • Jupiter Re-entry

    according to sandi


    It was your duty
    That summer of cruelty
    To do what you did to me
    I guess I was a baby
    Winner over was:
    Hurt me.
    Sunburn was the least of it
    Sunburn was a benefit
    I had a taste in my eyes
    For things I couldn't see
    Close off,
    Over miles and miles
    A happy ending sounded silly
    You did what was right


    "Blow Dry

    according to sandi too


    Seems I had my way across you
    Dig my heels into snowstorm's dick
    I'm not your little cutie cat
    I'm not your sweet
    jelly smooth wreck (?your guess is as good as mine?)
    I'm the lady with the bouffant hair
    Shiny, shiny bouffant hair
    Yes that's right Don't you look at it
    When I walk into the post office
    Drop downtown cat
    Cause I'm none of this
    My hips, they'll be swingin
    You got yours to kill
    You're singin
    STOP YOURSELF!
    don't ask how
    I'm the lady with the bouffant hair
    Spreadin some secrets (?or "silver sequins"?)
    Anvil droppers can roll
    Rubyfruit clumpin lipstick
    I'm the lady with the bouffant hair,
    with the shinin knowin bouffant hair
    I'm the lady with the helthy bouffant hair
    Stay clear fruity!
    Cause i'm no rudy tooty(?)
    I'll blow you off the face of this earth
    You'll be as bloody as you were at birth
    Come sit right here (?don't spit wad her?)
    Just shimmy!
    Cause you're gonna soon be pity, pity, pity
    Oh, baby blue!
    Blow dry him away