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Blusher
02:26
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Blusher
Virgin bride, nearly twenty-five
Spends her time manning the front line
Mary drove back in a Cadillac
Toward the enemy troops
Amassed on the border
Little red shack
They were about to attack
When they dozed off in alphabetical order
The whites of their eyes
The delicate way she mowed them down
Bathroom eyes
Shower curtain thighs
Ah you guys
Young naked and shy
Sally got smacked with a blue nap-sack
Just before she passed out
From blood loss and boredom
She had just packed and was about to go back
When she opened the boys bathroom door and saw them
Unbuttoning their flies
To piss into holes cut in the ground
Such sensitive guys
Too red faced and shy to turn around
Blusher
Mother Theresa dancing
On the head of a pushpin
Penetrating your moist skin
Caught you blushing
Blusher
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Kaleidoscope (Do You Recall?)
Did we just go south?
Don't feel like sleep
Did I go under?
Warm wind on skin
Here I have been
All so familiar
Under big yellow sun (see no shadow)
Instead of walking we run (see no shadow)
All the way to the sunday school bus
This is where I lived
This was my house
These were the colors
Orange, sky-blue, green
Smell of gasoline
And grass from a distance
Under big yellow sun (see no shadow)
Instead of walking we run (see no shadow)
All the way to the end of summer
Do you recall n
No fear at all?
Stained-glass windows
And puppet shows
Rows of houses
Mother's blouse
All the things that we've done
And everything we'll become
Present, future and past move as one
Do you recall
No fear at all?
Stained-glass windows
And puppet shows
Rows of houses
Mother's blouse
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Mussolini's First Crush
02:55
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It isn't anything in particular
She just has this way about her
On her bicycle ... in summer
She's from the better part of town for certain
Sometimes i dream this dream that she and me ...
That she and i
Are living off in some little villa
Sometimes i go to church just to watch her pray
She isn't overly pretty, just... there's something
Sometimes i go to church just to watch her
Kneeling there
All devoutly
Kneeling there
All devoutly
Gimme some of your attention
Before I loose all sense of proportion
There isn't anything I wouldn't do
Look at me!
When i'm thinking of you
And so things'd go on like this
Her passing by on cobblestone streets in summer
On hot days
Before there was air conditioning
Sometimes i'd go to church
Just to watch her pray
Kneeling there
All devoutly
Ah but i'm not convinced of your conviction
Give me more than just a genuflection
I'm waiting on your undivided attention
Look at me!
When i'm thinking of you
Oh mom
Oh mom
Oh my gra(ce)
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Deck Full Of Jokers
02:52
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In B For Backward
03:41
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A Thing For You
02:30
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King Kong
04:47
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You Might Be Right
03:59
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Clementine
04:09
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Are We There Yet?
04:44
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Are We There Yet?
Are We There Yet?
I've been in the back seat
Can't see for the sights
Blocking everything behind them
Things like my ship coming in
On the cluttered horizon
Girl in the boat baked me a fruit cake
"It's your favorite"
she'd say
Are We There Yet?
Are We There Yet?
I'm not feeling sad
It's just the wind in my eyes
We must be doing 50 easy
Is the Portugal?
We aimed for Spain
Close in every way
But still wrong
Where's the finale?
Thirty year intro
Are We There Yet?
Are We There Yet?
Been driving and driving
Been passing things twice
But I'm not worried cuz
In the end they arrived
Remember in the movie?
In the end they arrived
Remember in the movie?
In the end they arrived
Remember in the movie?
In the end we arrive
... somewhere
Are We There Yet?
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Mark Lesseraux New York
Mark’s mother is Irish Catholic. His father was a Russian Jew. In the 2nd grade, Mark veered “off course”… secretly. It is not clear how the "thread" was lost, but it had to do with a botched reading assignment; a chapter in a blue and yellow book left unread. Later, there were 2 nervous system glitches and at least 2 ecstatic dot connecting sessions. Finally, a Need… to sing. ... more
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