Mini Mansions

Dear Internet,
So nice of you to make space for Mini Mansions. We are starting our blog in Canada, which inherently makes our blog a basterd Canadian child. Thank you for having us.

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Mini Mansions

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

Shabbat Shalom (Taken with Instagram at Oyster House Saloon)

Shabbat Shalom (Taken with Instagram at Oyster House Saloon)

God don’t cut em like this anymore (Taken with Instagram at Oyster House Saloon)

God don’t cut em like this anymore (Taken with Instagram at Oyster House Saloon)

Dodgers take St. Louis (Taken with Instagram at Dodger Stadium)

Dodgers take St. Louis (Taken with Instagram at Dodger Stadium)

@jewsqueeze Matthew the narcoleptic tour manager (Taken with Instagram at Weddington Golf And Tennis)

@jewsqueeze Matthew the narcoleptic tour manager (Taken with Instagram at Weddington Golf And Tennis)

Home sweet. Thanks for a great hop skip and jump @fosterthepeople (Taken with Instagram at Oyster House Saloon)

Home sweet. Thanks for a great hop skip and jump @fosterthepeople (Taken with Instagram at Oyster House Saloon)

Waffle van in Belgium! (Taken with instagram)

Waffle van in Belgium! (Taken with instagram)