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A Dozen Jackalopes

"You will come home and find me so stoned that I can't speak"

 A dozen jackalopes followed me home and they told me what you had said
They were an omen, a sign of good hope, that we could be friends again
Mother superior, leather interior of the corvette car you drive
When I imagine the good times, you're usually taking me for a ride
My heart moves like a pitch clock thumping, throbbing in my head
I've been having to sleep around your imprint in my bed
This town makes me imagine the old days, let's go out and dance
I have long since longed for the sensation of you swimming through my hands

You will come home and find me so stoned that I can't speak
You come home and I'm looking at pictures of you
When you come home, I'm opening a new self-help book
When you come home, I'll be waiting for you

A dozen devils came around last night and crowded at the foot of my bed
They said everyone in this town is waiting for me to drop dead

You will come home and find me face down in the bathtub
This is my idea of how to relax
I am your servant and I simply cannot function
From when you leave in the morning til you get back
Annie

"I've been spending nights out on the lawn/Our bedroom's been cold with no love to thaw"

 Annie, I want you to marry me
I want you so bad it does me wrong
Annie, well don't you give up on me You know I won't leave you waiting long
You've been passing me by every day
I don't know how to make my Annie stay
You turn on the telephone, and I'll turn on my God

Annie, come on and lay waste to me
When's the last time you turned me on?
Annie, you know something's wrong with me
And in the morning I'll be gone
I've been spending nights out on the lawn
Our bedroom's been cold with no love to thaw
You turn to the simpler ways, and I'll turn to my God
Antitois, Do You Still Love Me?

"Everyone loves me and I don't want to die"

 Let's get so lonely that it's practically love
You were sent to me by the heavens above
Oh baby
Oh girl
I said nah, nah, tell me babe
What's been wrong with you?

Let's take the politic and boil it in brine
Let's break bread and then drown it in wine
Antitois, do you still love me?
Antitois, are you above me?
Let's take the passe and turn it into love
You were sent to me by the heavens above
Antitois, do you still love me?
Antitois, are you above me?

Everyone loves me and I don't want to die
I've Got A Woman in Berlin

"Things were eschatonic at your birthday party"

 I could be your grass and you could graze above me
I would always be there and you'd always have me
But no matter what, I would still be beneath your feet
It's too hot in this goddamn valley
Thought you might be joking when you said you loved me
Jumping through the mirror and aiming for your arms

Shutting down against you, yeah, do you get me?
Things were eschatonic at your birthday party
I promise that I'll answer if you promise that you'll call my phone
We can both say that we did our bests
But we can't fight against the elements
I took your advice, I take my pills under my tongue

I've got a woman in Berlin
Who teases me so rough
I've got half a mind to leave her
But half a mind isn't enough
I woke up in the Rhineland
I woke up in her car
I tried to use a little tenderness
But it didn't get me very far
I Am Therefore Windswept

"Canaan, Judah, I've finally found you"

 Hear you crawling in the walls
Wicked ways in which you call
Long and thin and harshly flawed
Lust, I call to you, oh god

I'll read to you when we get home
You'll voice the signal, the neverending drone
I swear I've never been so cold
Let's move to Pedro, a place to call our own

Sarah, and Isaac, I'm gonna be with you
David, Solomon, I'm gonna be with you
Yahweh, Jehovah, I'm gonna be with you
Canaan, Judah, I've finally found you
Moses Mendelssohn

"Good morning, my captain, you have the disease"

 On the phone and leaking through it
I become the new subhuman
And you whisper back at me
Good morning, my captain, you have the disease
All the kids are sneaking out at night
Dancing wildly in the pale moonlight
Everybody's breaking up somebody else's home
Before somebody else starts breaking up their own

Through the cellar and through the sewage
I become the new subhuman
I've been praying to an unkind god
Who finds the children and picks them off
Stuck in bed with an aching sickness
Pressed upon me by the cruelest vixen
Always waking up in a cold sweat
Contort myself into a twin size bed
Mornings/Logic is my Style

"Pull my head out of the tantrum, I wanna be your wife"

 (p.s. this one is lowk still in progress)
You get up most mornings just to cry and rest again
There must be a reason I still smell you in my bed
They always manage to make you worship
Someone that they just made up
I was stepping off the platform just dying to get fed
I had willingness to deform and to let disease be spread
I stick my arms out like a dancer and I sway from side to side
We don't have to talk about the websites where you watch people die
Pull my head out of the tantrum, I wanna be your wife
I'm aching for that dedication that will follow you for life

I can't take it at all
You get up in the morning just to fall
Just to fall
I can't take it anymore
Get yourself up off the floor
Off the floor

You get up most mornings just to cry and rest again
That's a lie I tell myself to help get me to bed

L-o-g-i-c, logic is my style
L-o-g-i-c, and logic is my style
Bucharest, love is coming home
Klausenberg, love is coming home
Auto-Chechnya, love is coming home
Since you've left me, love is coming home
Our Cause Won't Yield

"Girls like us get killed for knowing what we want"

 You take your women back to back
On the nights you even take them at all
Karma's a covert heart attack
Got home and slumped down against the wall
Oh, how I hate him, I desperately hate him,
I'll dedicate myself to being a victim
Girls like us get killed for knowing what we want

You get high
You get so obtuse
You get so obtuse
You get high
That's just what you do
That's what you always do

The morning after, once revolt is forming
Why can't god ever give us a warning
I'm cashing my check in, I move to the city
I'm falling in love with what is only a memory
Long since life has been so cold
Two years back, the drunk drive home
If only I knew, we don't have to be alone
Take What You Want

"I'm the man with the longest streak in the bullfighting ring"

 Married life ain't all what they told me
Never on my own, still I'm lonely
Staring at the rats crawling cross the floor
Maybe if I made a few concessions
Lowered some of my expectations
We could live the happy married life

You could be rough with me baby, it's okay, baby,
You don't have to hesitate to take what you want
You could be rough with me baby, I'm okay, baby,
I'm okay and I swear that I won't talk

I'm the man with the longest streak in the bullfighting ring
I've been fighting for so long
I've weighed down on you for so long

You could be rough with me baby, it's okay, baby,
You don't have to hesitate to take what you want
You could be rough with me baby, I'm okay, baby,
I'm okay and I swear that I won't talk
Untitled Transvestite Song

"I was bricky as hell in the summer of seventy"

 I was bricky as hell in the summer of seventy
With terror on my mind
Used to ingest substance to a pallid oneness
Just to pass the time
Martha my dear, it is abundantly clear
I cannot feel love anymore
Hope came and went on the foot of our daughter
When she walked out our backdoor

I was cruising the pier with academy queers
Who wanted to get a taste of the city life
They were asking me questions, they had naughty intentions,
So I offered them my kindly advice
"Gather your books and relinquish your hooks
Which you've dug into my skin
I'm not here to portray what you want me to display
A portrait of a woman in sin"

I was bricky as hell in the garment district
Feeling like a man in a dress
You've gotta tie me up, you've gotta wire me up
I think it would be for the best

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3/23/2026: news scary but hm question

11:07 pm. Watching Bowling for Columbine and there's a sequence where they make the point of maybe violence/paranoia is so much more common in America than Canada even though they also have plenty of gun ownership is that American news is always about violent or otherwise doom-inducing local events. You'd get better ratings covering one violent crime every night than you would reporting that violent crime has actually gone down by x%. And so Americans are kind of taught this fear of strangers and distrust of their neighbor that makes a disparity between how many homeowners lock their doors in Chicago versus Ontario. So, what does that say about the advent of shock/gore sites available across the world (if your country's censorship laws aren't too tough (and most aren't)), where you can see the worst of the worst of the violent crimes?

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