Mini Mansions LP Lyrics
VIGNETTE #1
Fetal marrow, din din arrow, wait and see you and I
Voodoo halo, haunted play-dough, turns to be your messiah
Sensai priestess, marble leeches, turn the key you devise
Nip tuck tazer, fun with neighbors, who will see your demise
Shut to fuck, canary luck, I don’t need me in your mind
THE ROOM OUTSIDE
Through all the circuitry we’ll find time
Symmetrical moments in mind
Those eyes begin to think
Styrofoam magic marker moons or tombs
Superglue all your pretty wounds
Though I begin to drink
Milk from a dead end star, astro-physically out of shape
Waking up the metal mercenary, suffocating in the room outside
Paper mache manawar-lords of course
Plastic champagne and sliding doors
Those eyes begin to think
Planetal Targets in my mind, sometimes
Losing perspective on my kind.
Milk from a dead end star, astro-physically out of shape
Have you met the jewel architect, he’s burning slowly in the room outside
CRIME OF THE SEASON
Gown down on a mister mold
Fried Eyed, who you think you are?
One’s man, one’s money
Gore tied to the centerfold
Show and tell me your omens (so many dogs)
Salmonella you’re golden (so many dogs)
So you better get it around
Vacant pageant, yo-yo gods
Caught in the moment
I pity on the underboss
To show me your name
Kerosene just for drinking (so many dogs)
Cut kaleidoscope blinking (so many dogs)
While you’re passing all my test tube dummies,
You knock around the guts on the front-page funnies
Croquet promenade
Gown down on a mister mold
Fried Eyed, who you think you are?
One’s man, one’s money
Gore tied to the centerfold
Asleep in the deep end (so many dogs)
Little garden of Eden (so many dogs)
Pagan, raven, no one’s ark
Petty addendum
Our pity is beyond desire, to suck on the rain
Sucker punch if you let us (so many dogs)
Sayonara vendettas (so many dogs)
Cause it’s Polly to Paulie, you’re fickle and floating away
But now she feels so scared.
Croquet promenade, they know what they are
I pity on the underboss to give me a reason, they know what they are
Our pity is beyond desire, it’s the crime of the season, they know what they are
MONK
If I promise that I’ll be real good you wanna take me out
No touching or feeling anything
If I promise that my hands don’t move, you wanna tuck me in
No touching or feeling anything
If I promise that my legs stand still, you wanna run your mouth
No touching or feeling anything
If I promise that my head don’t spin, you want a piece of my mind
No touch or feeling
Whatchu two timing for? (Avatar) I’m on my way, I’m alive.
I think you started in my head, but I’d stop anything for you.
If I promise that my nose don’t bleed, you wanna cut my chase
If I promise our eyes don’t lock, you wanna steal my soul
Fall asleep at the door committing a statutory folklore, you let yourself
Faking out the mall lines, sucking up your cosigns, poster prima-don’t minds
WUNDERBARS
All I was your Gemini
Touché, counting down the only way we know
Cosign, kissing up to use and make it right
If it takes us all night, nemesis’ I don’t wanna fight
Because half the battle is in the bite
All I was your parasite
Reflex, pornographic double hex
Low light, kissing up your secondhand device
If it takes us all night, nemesis’ I don’t want to fight
Brother Shot the alms,
Christen up the noose and make it tight
Brother Shot the alms
SEVEN SONS
Seven Sons in seven years,
Bake them all a cake to end careers
She knows everybody’s girl
You complicated clown,
Frown turned upside-down
But that red nose ain’t real
Then you start to feel
But I’ll wait on you.
Commie-cub with a crooked crown.
Coming up a lot to come back down
She knows everybody’s girl.
She’s the beggar’s choice
With her father’s voice.
VIGNETTE #2
Salt from the false, synagogues and all that you had
Ghost stains in your neck
Dots from cops, teeter tots and all that you had
Ghost stones in your head
Pause through the gauze, Lincoln laws and all that you had
Ghost sticks in you back
To turn the faces, you retract
To burn the races, to relax
To learn the gazes you can fax
To turn the faces you relax
KIDDIE HYPNOGOGIA
Two nights of venting
Three days of lending
Morning’s all broken
Evening’s a token
On……
Two nights of stealing
Three days of healing
Mornings for choking
Evenings for croaking
On…..
MAJIK MARKER
Waking up from an aerial dream, did I lock up all the doors, did I make the team.
All the guys at my gym put their pockets away, fucking lucky if they live through today
Cocaine magnet, crazy kazoo, dinky-diabetic’s hanging up on you
Liquidate everything and let’s go for a ride, don’t even tell your mother.
I’d do it all again, I do it all the time
Going over the edge Evil Knievel divine, I can’t trip to get over you
Got a spider underneath my bed, I got a paper centipede eating up my head,
All the girls at my school are ventriloquists, tricky dicky hippopotamus,
Monkey vampires, mini shampoos, paranormal peaches hanging over you,
Put your face on the dash and let’s go for a ride, don’t even tell your mother.
I’d do it all again, I do it all the time
Going over the edge Evil Knievel divine, I can’t wait to wake up from you.
Who’d of thought that the man in the wall, is he pink, does he bleed, does he move at all?
Their demise is deadbeat dynamo door, listen up so you can’t hear me no more.
Fascist magic, poisonous teeth, purple dioramas in a cavity.
Put your face on the dash and let’s go for a ride, don’t even tell your mother
I’d do it all again, I do it all the time
Going over the edge Evil Knievel divine, I can’t wait to wake up from you
Evil Knievel
Majik Marker
Don’t tell your mother
GIRLS
Girl can’t you see that I’m fond of you
Knowing to be but to be in you
But girl I’ve just found a deep longing to fondle with you
Fond of fondling you, while you fondle me too
Choked up, envisions of faux fur mopping up my front pours
She’s a crapshoot waving in the middle
IN the mansion miniature, she’s the macadamia whore
So bow down
I’ll put you on the line
THRILLER ESCAPADE
Hey man, I fell in love with your clan, and yeah I’m having the greatest time
My friend would you tend to tease them, jovial Jill
To feed them, lie me still
To credence, wind up
Fair enough to fake, leave them standing on a thriller escapade
Keep those bumpers kickin’
Con-men of the wake, seek those viper vessels
Breathe the embassy
Wait and see them take
