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Two Fools
04:05
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TWO FOOLS
Rode into town with
my little Deathjester.
We do the old mess-around!
A spawn of Satan, but He
must have just blessed her.
Now do the old mess-around!
Do the old mess-around!
You said it!
I let it slip, but
you said it!
666!
Some day I'm joker's backstroke,
but I'm dead man's float.
You are the world's worst shadow,
the light of my life.
But I'm a dead man.
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2. |
Bob Kaufman Bail Fund
01:29
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THE BOB KAUFMAN BAIL FUND
39 times in 1959,
some San Franciscian pigs
charged an angel for the crime
of understanding & never landing.
TRUTH!
Setting up shop
& screaming from the top
of his batshit bardic lungs
until the people called the cops for
a disturbance of peace with turbulent
TRUTH!
The Black Rimbaud!
Wherever he would go
to drink, they set up jars for him,
so the next he would go
back to jail, they had the bail.
TRUTH!
Behold! The Bop Apocalypse!
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3. |
Tiny Guidance
02:10
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TINY GUIDANCE
There's a bluemoon over Broadway Mart.
I quit yesterday. Tomorrow, I'll start
being good to you, myself included too.
There's a forest down in Olneyville
some go to pray, most go to kill
the mood, hopes & dreams intruded too.
There's a demon down on Angell Street.
He's upright on two vaudville feet,
but I'll capsize the blast in me for you.
There's a fountain of youth in Providence
I pissed & haven't been in since,
but I'll baptise in blasphemy for you.
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4. |
Dear Berrigan, Hello
02:26
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DEAR BERRIGAN, HELLO
Hello. My dream,
a drink with Ted Berrigan.
We're discussing the code
of the meaning within.
When, just at that moment,
the ceiling caved in
& destroyed everything
'cept the drugs & the gin.
Now, Ted's talking backwards
to underaged cops.
The lights & the law &
this feeling won't stop.
I look at my wristwatch.
It must have fell off.
Decided a good enough
time to get lost.
Now, me & the Learned
Astronomer got high
in some Grecian alley
as bombers flew by.
He looked at the stars
& he started to cry.
"I don't think there's room
up there for you & I."
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5. |
Bootlicker Blues
03:19
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BOOTLICKER BLUES
Well, I'm a bootlicker, baby,
bleeding red, white, & blue.
Shit's been shaking up lately.
It's what God wants us to do.
Well, I think that I'm a rebel,
but I'm a lapdog to the law.
Don't go starting that PC drivel.
That's how you get one in the jaw.
Well, you best support our troops
but keep both hands on your guns,
'cause when civility flees the coup,
I'm gonna kill Big Brother just for fun.
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6. |
Sure As Shit (Enuf Is)
03:32
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SURE AS SHIT (ENUF IS)
Sure as shit, she's
a real sharpshooter.
Sure as shit, she's
my Holy Ghost.
A mental fridge & a
frontal lobe freezer.
Sure as shit, I spread
her love on toast.
Enuf is enuf is enuf is enuf.
Sure as shit, it never
happened, remember?
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7. |
Skeleton Cat
01:23
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SKELETON CAT
Skeleton cat, skeleton cat!
I keep feeding him guts,
but he won't come back.
He's fighting with spiders,
& he's eating the rats.
Skeleton, skeleton cat!
Skeleton cat rattles and purrs.
He's licking his bones
because he's got no fur.
He might be a stray,
but I ain't too sure.
Skeleton, skeleton cat.
Skeleton cat, where did you go?
No lives left in the great unknown!
When it's late at night,
you won't leave me alone.
If this is Hell on Earth,
then you're right at home!
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