We’re gonna flip this birdcage upside down. Do-Do-Do you think you can swallow the sun? Do you think that the water is warm? Jump right in. CLUCK CLUCK. Do a one-and-a-half. Hold your breath for as long as you can. A café in Bombay, so don’t delay. All the trash is on the shore. All our friends are here in the hemisphere. All our worries are inside the cellar door. [“well i have told you what i think. diving, swimming, air-floats, planks. we are on the wave of an invention of navigation. along with so many others, I held the story for a fable.” - Marcel Mauss] Do-Do-Do you wanna float out to the place where the reef is crystal clear? Back stroke, don’t choke. It’s a practical joke when I dunk yr head and disappear. I’ve gotta heart so weak for Martinique, where the black sand meets the surf. Float on, float right, are you alright with the tides of Planet Earf? [“we have demonstrated the plagiarism they believe is grossly inaccurate. riding cavalcades of green sea turtles. in the same way, the pieces of wool on which people swim among the Ashanti.” - Marcel Mauss] Oh! Do you feel alive? Do you feel alive? A cherry-cola sea if you wanna survive. Gimme a high-five, it ain’t no jive. Come on and feel the death drive. [“our generation has witnessed a complete change in technique. we have seen the the breast-stroke with the head out of the water replaced by different sorts of crawl. the habit of swallowing water and spitting it out again is gone. in my day, swimmers thought of themselves as a kind of steamboat. it was stupid. but, in fact, I still do this.” - Marcel Mauss] Oh! Do you feel alive? Do you feel alive? A cherry-cola sea if you wanna survive. Gimme a high-five, it ain’t no jive. Come on and feel the death drive. DEATH DRIVE. DEATH DRIVE. DEATH DRIVE. DEATH DRIVE. DEATH DRIVE. loorooroorooroolooroolooloorooloorooloorooloorooooooooo. We’re gonna flip this birdcage upside down.

“shame is coming back to the redneck people. top-ten redneck moments: there aren’t any.” -DB the ice age is comin’ and i don’t care. so reach on down in that collar and get me a bear. conquered every hill and every holler. brinksmanship, a gentleman, and a scholar. watch me, watch me, say that you’ll watch me. love me, love me, say that you love me. i’m the big, bad phallic bull. i’m a camouflage priest, hot-rod mechanic. a truck-stop saint, methedrine-amphetamine addict. found on road dead. found on road dead. drinkin’ natty lite out in the garage. so come and pick me up in that fucked-over rebuilt dodge. sex and death and, ooooo, self-sabotage. there’s a bluebird in my throat you gotta dislodge. watch me, watch me, say that you’ll watch me. love me, love me, say that you love me. i’m the big, bad phallic bull. i’m a camouflage priest, hot-rod mechanic. a truck-stop saint, methedrine-amphetamine addict. found on road dead. found on road dead. “the joblessness and the punctured windpipes. what is love on the minimum wage? how are you expected to date a woman on the minimum wage? everyone wants it, redneck. but you’re willing to fuck over your brothers. and so, it’s time for shame to come back. you’re too proud. i’ve had it with you. Number 10: goodbye forever.” - DB i’m a camouflage priest, hot-rod mechanic. a truck-stop saint, methedrine-amphetamine addict. found on road dead. found on road dead.

i remember you beggin’ me every saturday night. to watch a little tv and turn down the lights. well i guess i’m a let-down to the best woman that i’ve loved. i never made the time to put a little wine in yr iron cup. i made all the promises, said, “i would never break us up.” invested in psychoanalysis, but even that could not wake me up. baby, i’ve switched my phone off of aero-plane mode. and i’ve found myself a closer postal code. i’m here and i brought something new, something blue, and something old. well i guess i’m a let-down to the best woman that i’ve loved. i never made the time to put a little wine in yr iron cup. i made all the promises, said, “i would never break us up.” invested in psychoanalysis, but even that could not wake me up.

a screen memory of her baby’s smile all along and all the while she tires with desires her garden’s seen better days oral-phases and dumb clichés like grandma and grandpa calls me up on the first of spring the creaky-crack of her porch swing i’m breastfed. and cornfed. hey ma, don’t worry, i’m alright gotta spare case of philco’s dynamite got my baby and she’s a bird of night bird of night a bird of night hey, listen! ev-er-y-one knows who you are: yr a spirit, a two-heart, a roller, a shaker, a widow, a daughter, a sister, an anchor. keep yr heart in the future tense. [am i comin’ through, am i makin’ sense?"] hey ma, don’t worry, i’m alright gotta spare case of philco’s dynamite got my baby and she’s a bird of night bird of night a bird of night

Now the rain’s a fallin’. Hear the train a-callin’: OOOOOWEEEEEEEEEE. My mama done told me. My mama done told me. Hear that lonesome whistle. Blowin’ cross the trestle: OOOOOWEEEEEEEEEE. My mama done told me. My mama done told me. The blues in the night. O worrisome thing, who will lead you to sing the blues?

well, i stopped to tell you that i am alright, but you said “goodnight” and i terrorized down to my last lucky strike. whatever i said it was lies. whatever i did you can do to me. i am unhappy with you out of my life. if i could look deep into your eyes when you were smiling at that other guy, i’d say (oh, I’d say): “if you feel unloved, my love, we all feel unloved.” Really? Alright! OK! well, i was standing on my front porch when you flashed on your brights and the tail-lights disappeared into the night. whatever you wanted to say (SAY IT!) whatever you wanted to do to me (DO IT!) well, i am happy with you out of my life if i could look deep into your eyes when you were smiling at that other guy, i’d say (oh, I’d say): “if you feel unloved, my love, we all feel unloved.” Baby, I’m the RAT MAN. I’m not a rat, man. And if you wait and see, something good’s comin’ up for you in spite of me. Baby, I’m the RAT MAN. I’m not a rat, man. Mischief equals currency, and there’s a rat crawlin’ up and down inside of me. Baby, I’m the RAT MAN. I’m not a rat, man. So stay away. So stay away. So stay away.

Buri nazar wala, tera muh kala. Your eyes are fixed upon my prize. OK TATA! Ya left me for nada. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Auf Wiedersehn, Aloha Baby. Auf Wiedersehn, Aloha Baby. Hasta Mañana. Hasta Luego. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Hello, darlin’. Nice to see ya. It’s been a long time. It’s been a long time. Where do we begin? This conversation’s comin’ to an end. Hey, darlin’. [It was] nice to see ya. Con te partirò. O dios mio! I’ll be seein’ you all in hell. Adieu, passez une bonne journée. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Drink a cup of wine for Auld Lang Syne, and you’ll buy yours and I’ll buy mine. There ain’t gonna be another time. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Hello, darlin’. Nice to see ya. It’s been a long time. It’s been a long time. Where do we begin? This conversation’s comin’ to an end. Hey, darlin’. [It was] nice to see ya.

once upon a time there were a lot of lions out in the cornfields once upon a time there were a lot of lions out in the oilfields yeah, i’m a hungry ghost. once upon a time i was madly in love. now i’m just a work of modern art. what can i say? it’s a total circumcision of the heart. hysterical mass of flesh and bone, i sold my soul to be alone. hysterical mass of flesh and bone, i am the ocean foam. yeah, surrender everything. and hold the world to its word. once upon a time i was madly in love. now i’m just a work of modern art. what can i say? it’s a total circumcision of the heart. Hayya as-salah La ilaha illa Allah once upon a time i was madly in love. now i’m just a work of modern art. what can i say? it’s a total circumcision of the heart.

WHEN I GET HOME WHEN I GET HOME IT MIGHT BE EARLY, EARLY IN THE MORNING WHEN I GET HOME WHEN I GET HOME WHEN I GET HOME BY AND BY THAT DAY SHOULD COME IT MIGHT BE EARLY, EARLY IN THE MORNING WHEN I GET HOME

when waking up just don’t come easy getting up, getting down, getting tired shut the door ‘cuz i think i’m catching cold. oh. shaky head, shaky hands, and shaky feet. getting up, getting wood for the fire. shut the door ‘cuz i feel i’m getting old. Laocoön, a sun comes up with a golden glow. Heave Ho. Laocoön, a sun caught up in the undertow, but hey Heave Ho. I heard myself on the radio. Heave Ho. Laocoön, no one knows if we’re ever gonna blow, but hey breaking in, breaking up, and breaking beats breaking rules just to start up a fire letting loose and i think i’m letting go. oh. saying yes, saying yes, and saying no. first i do then i don’t i’m a liar make it stop ‘cuz i think it’s getting old Laocoön, a son comes up with a golden glow. Heave Ho. Laocoön, a son caught up in the undertow, but hey Heave Ho. I hurt myself on the radio. Heave Ho. Laocoön, no one knows if we’re ever gonna glow, but hey Remember that you are here for the rest of your life. Laocoön and his two sons. Gifts make slaves as whips make dogs. Gifts make slaves as whips make dogs.

Hey there boys, don’t make a noise, there is a pack of hyenas chasing after you. Hey little girl, give it a whirl, there is a pack of hyenas chasing after you. Hey my friend, comprehend, a deadly pack of hyenas is chasing after you. Doctor, doctor woke up dead. Doctor, doctor seein’ red. These hyenas are chasing after me. Run amok and cough and moan. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Run amok and coffin moan. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Run amok and cough and moan, can’t find the time to be alone. These hyenas are chasing after you. [I’m gonna] field you like a mouse. [Can I] build you a new house? [Can I] live inside yr dream? [Can I] be yr moonbeam? [Can I] wear all of yr clothes? [Can I] lick all of yr toes? Take away my happiness. fetish fetish fetish fetish lick, muzzle, dream, nuzzle fetish fetish fetish fetish Run amok and cough and moan. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Run amok and coffin moan. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Run amok and cough and moan, can’t find the time to be alone. These hyenas, these hyenas…. [Are gonna] field you like a mouse. [Can I] build you a new house? [Can I] live inside yr dream? [Can I] be yr moonbeam? [Can I] wear all of yr clothes? [Can I] lick all of yr toes? Take away my happiness. Field you like a mouse. [Can I] build you a new house? [Can I] live inside yr dream? [Can I] be yr moonbeam? [Can I] wear all of yr clothes? [Can I] lick all of yr toes? Take away my happiness.

there is no captain. all the men have drowned. there is only me, on the rocks by the sea. and some barkin’ dogs out in the harbor. me and the dogs on the rocks in the harbor. me and the dogs on the rocks in the harbor. i was almost done. then i felt the call of the setting sun. and i took a taste of the watery grave. oh-wee-oh i was almost done. almost done. drop the sails pints of ale drop the sails killer whales drop the sails hey! i was almost done. then i felt the call of the setting sun. and i took a taste of the watery grave. oh-wee-oh i was almost done. almost done. drop the sails pints of ale drop the sails killer whales drop the sails somewhere is a hero. he will find me on the rocks. 20,000 leagues in the drink beyond me. and some barkin’ dogs out in the harbor. me and the dogs on the rocks in the harbor. i am the dog on the rocks in the harbor.

i’m not. i’m not. i’m not a rat, man. i’m not. i’m not. i’m not a rat, man. Baby, I’m the rat man. I’m not a rat, man. If you run away, I’ll understand. But, baby, I’m not a rat, man. If you stay, I gotta game plan. ‘Cause I’m the rat man. Baby, I’m the rat man. I’m not a rat, man.

what are we gonna do when we’re forced to finally move back home? where the grass is dry and the bars are monochrome… do you want it? do-do you want it? do you want it? do-do you want it? Go back to sleep, it’s only a bad dream. I screamed, you screamed. My baby wants some ice cream. What are we afraid of baby, do you wanna go out? What are we afraid of baby? I don’t wanna go out. will you still desire me when we’ve run out of time? will you still desire me when i’m in the long decline? i don’t wanna be the one to tell you that we’re runnin’ out of time… [yes, i want it! yes, yes i want it! yes, i want it! yes, yes i want it!] it’s…not…gonna…be…alright Go back to sleep, it’s only a bad dream. I screamed, you screamed. My baby wants some ice cream. What are we afraid of baby, do you wanna go out? What are we afraid of baby? I don’t wanna go out. yes, i want it! yes, yes i want it! yes, i want it! yes, yes i want it! it’s…not…gonna…be…alright Go back to sleep, it’s only a bad dream. I screamed, you screamed. My baby wants some ice cream. What are we afraid of baby, do you wanna go out? What are we afraid of baby? I don’t wanna go out.

Exhaust pipes groan. Cannon shots ring. We bitch and moan. Circling around the county courthouse, [which] has all gone dark. And the girls have gone to the movies. Bill’s is washed in the sober light and shitty punk rock flows in and out, loud and soft down on skid row (OH!) We shout, shout, let it all out. But everyone is at the movies. Everyone is at the movies. Now we fight about the weather, bituminous weather, and whether the tornado will tear us apart. Now we fight about the weather. We used to talk about the weather, and whether the weather will tear us apart. Mister Twister, can you hear me? I’m underneath yr cyclone. With your Old-Testament morality, I’m a fucking disaster zone. Chemistry in the stoner night, boys are high-as-a-kite in Kincaid, and cuckolding at the crossroads in Clarksdale. (OH!) Elder brothers have gone to jail, but everyone else is at the movies. Everyone else is at the movies. Now we fight about the weather, bituminous weather, and whether the tornado will tear us apart. Now we fight about the weather. We used to talk about the weather, and whether the weather will tear us apart. Gotta get some good, good lovin’. Oooo, the good-weather lovin’! Gotta get some good, good love in. Oooooo, the good-weather love-in! Whether the weather will the tear us apart LOVE LOVE LOVE, LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE, LOVE LOVE LOVE Whether the weather will the tear us apart…