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New Age Woman
02:35
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Anorexia
03:17
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Overweight Lover
02:58
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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...
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Alcohol
03:15
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Herpes of The Mind
07:46
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Jews from Outer Space
02:53
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Beirut
02:53
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Third World Bummer
05:35
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What Love is
05:38
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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...
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I'm Rich
02:53
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