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Maxine
03:45
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Tempt Me, Maxine
A prophylactic sucka with a, Medical mind
Hail Me, Taxi
Got my boogie-board baby, & yr always on time
Wendy’s, Oh Jeez
You’re like a Young art teacher, giving “F”s to the blind
Francie, Fancy
You got a cool hand sweet thing and you’re treating me kind
Leslie, that’s he
Got a pony boy but face, with Tourette’s of the mind
Nomi, Know me
Well she’s singin’ me the blues babe, so I’m drawing you a line
Nermeen, my Queen
Well she’s so hygenic, exposing all my dirty Crimes
yea yea yea yea
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2. |
Spanish Restaurant Style
02:43
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Took me out once at the go
made a left and taught me
maiden down in the lake won’t show
she’s gonna skate right up to me
someone knows she’s gonna come for sure
to the show to me
and I know
she rolls up restaurant style
with her glasses to me
fetishists out holding bags
we’re gonna burn a couple of flags
it’s impossible to add
all the things I owe to Dad
someone knows
there is love for sure
between you and me
and you know that I know I roll through restaurant style
ready to serve you for free
I’m about to cut up all these fries
but I get lost in your eyes
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Mixing the Coffee and praying alot
try to forget forgive me not
I need someone to cut out my jive
someone to help me stay alive
Pissed all my money away at the dock
trying to drown the sound of the clock
too hot to handle a love this fine
someone to help me stay in line
No more coffee and no more pot, no more answers and no more clock no more noises and no more time, no more future and no more line, no more progress and no more halts, no more sound here and no more faults, I need someone to smash my clock, someone to help me churn out the rock, who is the pickle and who is the brine, who is the coffee and where is the line, where is the reason in forget me not, who is the me who loves you alot, where is my music and where is my time, someone to help me stay in line, I’m loving the circus I’m here at the dock, skipping the stones and throwing the rock oh yea
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Don't let the Madmen fall in Hell Because there's only one world Dream
Everything's gonna come back to them and they're gonna be real mean
& so it's time go out and fight, it's time to lead and cheer
Everything is gonna come back to them in a year
Everything's gonna come back to them
everything's gonna come back to them
everything's gonna come back to them in a year
Won't even vouch for a broken friend
you're fucked like a droned back porch
You ripped them from their homes with an animal silence
treated as a manner of course
You have no soul to speak
you have no good to fear but
Everything is gonna come back to you in a year
Everything is gonna come back to you
all people's have the right to america
Kali's gonna pull out a terror wail in your ear
We were lover's for a spell and you're still here in my dreams
Everything is gonna come back to me I'm not sure what that means
So it's time to raise that glass & maybe drink that beer
Everything is gonna come back to us in a year
Coterie will come to america
Open up to thinking about no laws
All people's have the right to America and no fear
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One Summer in Africa
03:34
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someone crashed the party like an orthopedic nurse
spent one summer in africa now and everything’s rehearsed
Lovers like a distance when there’s paranoiac mind
spent one summer in africa now your paradigm’s unkind
got it right the first time felt no need to write it down
spent one summer in africa now and everybody’s brown
everybody’s colored now with pink and purple too
spent one summer in africa now and everybody’s blue
america dissolved
you became the chairwoman of your own mind
you wrote a book on how to live
‘how should a person be?’
the state now under the control
of armed and limbless workers
as many vacations as possible
america dissolves
for every human under the sun
you spent one summer in africa yea
you spent one summer there
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Plastic Flowers
03:21
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2nd time you saw them with them
2nd time is coming again
Plastic flowers
sun filled the room
doesn’t matter
always in bloom
Aim with a bow like a crane with a crow when you sing while you sew while you say:
“Taming a doe to refrain while you flow and we’re pink with a bow and it’s gay”
2nd time it melted again
2nd time but you’re still my friend
illusion’s static
the wrinkles on my face
plastic flowers
always the case
we sink our boats
we poke our floats
we pop our pills
we rake up things
we clink our toasts
we snap up coats
we live like goats with plastic rings
we build up boats
we blow up floats
we pop up pills
we take down things
burn toast
take off coats
we laugh like goats
we live like kings
plastic Flowers
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7. |
Some Wanted Brothers
03:47
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Some wanted Brothers, Some wanted clothes
Some wanted others, and it shows and it shows
Some wanted highways touching their toes
Glanced at them sideways, when they left all alone
Another elephant moved in
to the room i found you in
Your attitude has always been
Treat all these animals like friends
Some wanted Mothers, some wanted clones
wrapped under covers, we were drenched to the bone
gaslighting lovers, can't find your own
Expired rubbers cuz you're still skipping stones
Another replicant moved in
You let old Cyborg Suzie win
that poker game and shot of gin
Another lost You're off again (get on down get on down the road)
Some wanted brothers not to get old
One closed the door cuz it was cold it was cold
Laughing with mothers, crying at shows
Sisters like smothers in the light on their own
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Isabelle
02:52
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I relate to you more than I used to
now that I lost my new love
I feel ready to take my abuse to
any and all who would shrug
And you were there to divert attention from me
and my silly facade Isabelle
Isabelle
Well I handled another without you
pulling down ropes on the boat
while I'm singing my small truth
I dreamed about you and our goats
a farm and a picnic
is all that I wanted with you
no alarms for no witness
dancing our way out of youth
Isabelle dry your eye one day you might see me fly
Isabelle shield your eye you need not watch as I die
tonight
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Don't Talk To Me
05:31
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Your voice is like my rosary it gives me hope that I don't need
for your love I'd cross the sea but it's not there don't talk to me
I recuse myself
It's not enough
Each sentence is a melody
Its timbre floods my memory
you've made yourself detach from me so I sing this song don't talk to me
Don't talk to me please talk to me I confuse myself Don't talk to me
it's not enough
why can't I let ourselves be free
why can't I let you talk to me
How's the weather shoot the breeze
A cold cloud front intimacy
Some promises were made to speak for fleeting moods momentary
Here I lie so sad and free and sing my song 'don't talk to me'
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General Strike
02:15
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General Strike! We need a General Strike!
So finally we could break them
So finally we could grow
I want the world split open
I want the assets frozen
I want the lovers found
To free all the options for breathing and don’t fume around
General Strike! We need a General Strike!
So finally we could save us
General Strike we need some salary hikes and
Industries wiped out cold (finally we could grow)
I want a world cut off from the Judge
For every spirit to Judge
The Judges found
Guilty of stifling options for walking around
(Ask Kurt)
Strike!
(Chairman says: “Build the worker’s party first”)
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Time Stalkers is a nine-piece ensemble based in New York.
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Art by Robert Calzone
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