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Jews from Outer Space

by Visible and The Critical List

Anorexia 03:17
You're the girl of my dreams You're the one in my heart But there's so much of you to love I don't know where to start I've seen whales in the ocean I've seen cows on the plain (mooooo...) But the sheer size of you Is the only memory that remains You're my overweight lover Overweight lover yeah My overweight lover You're my overweight lover Overweight lover.... When we go to bed babe I never count sheep (Baaaaaaaaaaaa) Cause the thing that scares me the most Is you might roll over in your sleep Sometimes when we make love I'm so glad you're not thin I'm moving and I'm groovin But tell me darling and I in??? CHORUS She sounds like a diesel When she comes in the night And squeals like a trailer full of pigs Locking up the brakes at 80 miles an hour I love you so much You're the best that I've found If we could sell your love by weight You'd be the most expensive piece around CHORUS and ad-libbing...
Alcohol 03:15
Beirut 02:53
What Love is 05:38
Love Is a wheelchair Going downhill at ninety miles an hour But you’re too scared to jump Love Is a sheet With a hump rounded by nearly invisible curves That exists most profoundly in the imagination Reality is a state of continuous decay- Seen through time-lapse photography. But... Is this Love? A one-act play Where felatio rhymes with Horatio. Where small children tumble slowly in space Through the goalposts of a ruined building One more field goal attempt from an eight-inch canon shot, “He’s up... it’s... good!!! Scoring a direct hit Three more points in a game that never ends Diamonds are not forever And if they are a girl's best friend Then where do you plug it in? I’ve never seen a diamond long or hard enough To satisfy any woman I’ve ever met Is it true, that it is Love which manifested you? Is it true, That Love is always true? Or is it something uncertain? I have been watching and I am not sure Too many people get warts on their lips from kissing frogs, Duck walking through unbelievably small corridors- To please- And impress- Someone with their devotion toward, “Look what I’ve done for you!” You just know they would crawl a mile over broken glass- To osculate your ass Love...love...love... Just exactly what is it- What you feel Or me...? Is it furious, sweaty and satiated to sleep? Or pure as a rose white flame- In the heart of some dude in a sheet who has forgotten his name? Is it a bullet blown from the hand as the souls last kiss? Is it a kiss that kills like a bullet, Or, Is it something I missed? Is it...? Is it...? Words stumble from the tongue like concrete blocks. The hands grow cold with sweat. The blood rushes And the flagpole rises And the flag waves aloft on it’s own Fourth of July And fireworks fill the sky!!! Is that love? When the purple-headed dragon rears And spits into the swollen darkness... From which springs both madness And escape? Is it Love that loses one life to save another, Or many, Or none? Is it Love that cares And yet does not care, For anyone? Is it Love that violently force-feeds innocence- Into a state of shocked and shaken disbelief? Is Love a rose through which your hand passes- When you reach out for it, Or is it a piece of meat? Is it that slow and certain surge of satisfaction... Or two months in traction? Is it the hairy well- Of some noxious back door into Hell, Or a young girl with a penny at a wishing well? And, Will it sell? Is it some lonely guy mending a sparrow’s wing, Or a ravaged squab with its blood on the grass? Or any one of us quiet for once... Or none of these things...? Love... It seems... Is the total of it all And love is what survives No matter what occurs. It is somewhere I once was- But the recollection blurs... Did we go to my place, Or hers? It is somehow interwoven with life. Perhaps the interweaving consciousness despite, Our attempts... To have a personal effect... On anyone who hasn’t met us yet... For me... Love is over the border- Beyond which we think “Hey shweetheart, how about a drink?” Ah love...
I'm Rich 02:53


"This was introduced as evidence when I was on trial for my life in 1984."


released September 1, 1984

Les Visible, Franklin Russell and Bud Clifton


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