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Self-Help (28.02.2006)
28.02.2006
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come join us pigs on th butcher's block
where our divisions are literal
admire our intellect and our absense of all things spiritual
the growth hormones serve as body armour
from the work ethic of the meat farmer
get strapped down and enjoy the ride
because natural selection is on their side
between arival and departure from point a to point b
the bright side of ambiguity is all we see
i ran into my brother at the troth today
he tasted good


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when this hypodermic life gets under your skin
and its anesthetic people make your blood thin
just breathe deep
let their ether put you to sleep
let your veins oxidize all the needles on the street
let your pupils constrict with this rhythm you keep
and float along side of helium balloons
where amnesia is the balance of a spinning room
you can't stay high in this black sky
with out the albino wings that make you fly
you're just one dead leaf held in the arms of the wind
it's a brave new world
escapism


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she gives me stilts to walk tall as jesus
and feathers to fly high as the sky
she takes me to where the sky scrapes my ego
where i float like driftwood in her oceanic eyes
well i'm life and limb for you baby
here in the lion's den for you baby
if the saddle breaks my spine
i'm paraplegic for you baby
here in a wheelchair
for you


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dear john
someday you're gonna be somebody
but not today
dear john
someday you're gonna have somebody
that day is not today
today you will hang your head
altruistically counting the cracks in the pavement ahead
flocking with our herd's behavior
adopting our pack's mentality
rubbing elbows with the chipped shoulders
are we the arms and legs of a vast inclusion
or the slings and crutches of a grand delusion
here we are anthills of neuron charges
there is no retention of self
no retention of self
there is only emotional detachment and human behavior


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i believe in the power of self-help
i believe in the charismatic preachers laying hands for feelings i've felt
i believe in infomercial catch phrases
and the warmth of a n.a. meeting's embraces
we're all friends here
let's make sure we're crystal clear
so speak your mind and repeat after me
i can believe in faith
i can believe in faith
when uniformity fits
i can believe in faith
when uniformity fits
i can fit in


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i will love you until the day you die
i will be the war-torn nurse clutching your lifeless body
at the hospital bedside
i look at you and see the face of god
shining sunburns from heaven above
and i feel alive
the uv rays have dried all the tears that i've cried
i feel alive
when i feel low and i get high
i feel my retinas burning
i feel my loins yearning
my skin leathers
for us to be together
your eyelids are the concrete curtains of your dreams
please wake me up
i'm so tired of sleeping


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sit back
relax
and enter the transient state of a scatterbrained minimalist
listen to the sounds of the great white noise
check the pulse of our hungry veins
throbbing in dull luminance
your absolute
your absolute void
your ultimate
your use of shadow and light
the transmission of dead signal
this is the absense of everything


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brothers and sisters
desperation is a faithful friend of mine
he walketh with me through shadowed valleys
he draineth my soul
hanging from the arms of mother ape
we pray the lord our souls to take
and all is well
here in our safe haven
we can feel rest
we can be still
at ease
asleep
in our soul's landfill
waiting waiting waiting
for the souded alarms and the sirens of ships wrecked
a lonely crew perching on the shoulders of the scarecrow he's met
only here we know peace
only here we feel complete


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you're so crazy
just blame it on a synapse that's lazy
just blame it on the cerebral activity
or the invertebrate's passivity
if we are each other's supporting vertebrae
then brother, get in line
if you're a genius, grow a spine
we both throb from the same arthritis
and flinch as a reflex


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to the kings of the food chain
who walk upright on two legs
petting, naming, and nurturing your eggs
to the big bang's royalty
we vegetate like plant like
just to bask in your ultraviolet glory
ten thousand years since our creator has showed
we are the termites of a concrete jungle
our second coming never came


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we bathe in the moonlight
when the tide is high and the light is low
we are becoming more beast-like every night
we teething vampires hunt in the name of co-dependency
if this is our horror flick, then you're my leading lady


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