The Singles - Season 5

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1.
Leave me a life on HDTV Live my life you can sit on my facebook Leave me some life while I deal with my fever Live my life while I drink myself silly Shirts and hair have left my head My life is one long golden thread I want my Bob inside my head I'm drinking with Bob in an antique bed Chocolate love sex chicken house I wait upon the mighty mouse Gristle missile bone in bone Wait eviscerate upon the throne Bob of my dreams, yeti of my life Sasquatch mozzarella, yeti get into my life Losing chunks of space ‘n time ‘n drinking even more It’s only matter till the time I wind up on the floor Bugs will come ‘n vultures soar to pick me very bones The only thing that will be left: chalk outlines, ash ’n loans Scrape me up in hefty bag, mix in lye ‘n herb Marinate for one half day ‘n leave me on the curb Scrape me up in hefty bag, mix in lye ‘n herb Marinate for one half day ‘n leave me on the curb Bob of my dreams, Yeti of my life Sasquatch mozzarella, Bob into Bob
2.
And so this cat he was from the GBI that’s the cracker FBI kept feeling up the chicks legs with the electric cattle prod making them wiggle and holler He couldn’t get enough of that stuff poking that hot thing under they dresses And I be dog if one of them cracker polices didn’t break down and cry like a baby just watching him but he didn’t try to stop him No, I guess that would be too much to expect of any cracker I disremember all the meanness that they did treating them Yankees like they was us dragging that 70 year old white lady down the courthouse steps with her head going bam on every step Her heart gave out and the ambulance came but when the driver saw she was one of them agitators he just took off again and left her laying in the street Finally one of us took her to the hospital propped up in the back seat of a car but wouldn’t no white doctor touch her when they got there Had to find one of ours and put her in the Jim Crow section Sure ain’t like no ofays I ever knowed coming down here and getting their heads beat for nothing trying to love these crackers into being Christian like crackers was human
3.
Green dreams and shiny things hand in hand down the garden path There was a knock upon the door, i failed to answer it, in case it was there It thinks it’s being honest but it’s just a nasty way of being nice Green dreams and crystal eyes lie buried in the sand from a simpler time Green dreams bleeding from my TV We screamed and screamed and then we went to bed. “No offense was meant, it’s what i do,” it would hiss I mourn the loss of a simpler time when you could leave your mind unlocked while you went to the shops
4.
Day in a life, life in a day, too poor to get out of my own way Stuck in this box I call my skull, I text the guy to see what's for sale Coke, dope, and weed that's what I need to get me back to where I been Help me forget reality because this is one big con Is this all it's gonna be? Is there nothing left to see? Is there no-one left to be? And then you die, man what a con Locked in a billet of racists with faces of hatred, never given space to exist in these places. Everybody looking for the easy way out, well I can tell you you can scream and you can shout, but nobody ever yet got out of here living. Give in to the pressure drop of one day given. Never was told that it would get this bad, and I never even knew of all the choice we never had. Day in a life, life in a day, too poor to get out of my own way Stuck in this box I call my skull, I text the guy to see what's for sale Coke, dope, and weed that's what I need to get me back to where I been Help me forget reality because this is one big con We've been stitched up, we've been led on, then I woke up, it's one big con We've been stitched up, we've been led on, man this is one big con Is this all it's gonna be? Is there nothing left to see? Is there no-one left to be? Man, this is one big con With a beer and a bong, worship what's on the telly or streaming pod-cast. Curry and chips flow past your numb lips as the pictures go grinding along. A day in the life is a life in a day, too poor to be living too well. You'll call or you'll text for what you need next, safe in your box where you’ll stay. One day they will come to carry you on to heaven or hell's brimstone: to hang with the host, or slowly spit-roast, or find it was just a big con.
5.
naught but scars and pain to show killing infection from years ago no veins in arm no 'arm in vain all the years go down the drain sitting alone, a mind at play with too much time to think or pray look for reasons to carry on and on and on and on and on punctured lung, blood too sweet one crushed hand, two fractured feet neck full o' rocks, back in knots ears full o' wax, eyes seeing dots some pus-filled spots, a runny nose teeth gone bye, three broke toes knee with a break, lungs of coal old broke heart and shriveled soul
6.
Take two pounds of 96% lean chuck One tablespoon of cream Two cups of onion soup 350 degrees Make a loaf hole You gotta furrow into the loaf You put the pickle in there, You put the pickle in there I see you watching from the corner, baby That's right, I know you like what you see How do you feel about earmuffs, baby? Would you like to try on my thighs for size? Say the word, I'm yours I was sittin' tight and combing my hair A beautiful spray bottle is what I'm looking for Let me try those thighs for size They're the right size in the night time Sweet lips slide, honey hips ride I'm hot and ready for your manhood, baby I need a tillin', you'd better plow my field I'm bendy like Mary Lou Retton, baby Can I take a ride on your pommel horse? [ with those hungry eyes and jar full o' pee, I can tell by your mind you're gonna rape me. You're something special, that's plain to see, but with me balls in me hand, I fear I must flee ] Let your fingers do the walking Would you like to try on my thighs for size? I like your trembling manhood Put it in the oven, baby You know I'm bendy like Mary Lou Retton, baby Put it in the oven, baby Real nice and hard, and glistening Put it in there That's right, that's how I like it baby Lovin' in the oven, in the loaf-hole of love
7.
04:02
too bored with the freedom to create all day too bored to pick up an instrument to play too bored to do the things that you love too bored to push and pull and shove too bored with the past, beginning to drown too bored with what is yet to be found too bored with others to hear what they say i'm just too bored to get the fuck out of my own way! bored, i'm bored i'm bored with the things that you love i'm bored, too bored to push n pull n shove i'm bored we're so bored with your life and why you're trying to shove it down our throats on the telly every night, with your stupid little games while others are rotting in the fucking gutter i'm just so goddamn bored with your life and what you think i'm so fucking bored, i think i need a drink i'm bored, you're bored we're all so fucking bored of life let's do it in, let's grab a hope let's put the knife next to our throats i bet you won't i bet i will i think i care i care i think it's so boring to be bored when you're living why don't we all die and see if its a new beginning? but we're so bored i think i'll get a cigarette oh shit i'm out! what next? i hate it when people take care of me and i got nothing better to do than to be creative all day and and i'm just so bored that i can't because i'm so frustrated with my little penis not getting any it's not getting any it's not getting licked it's not getting sucked it's not even getting kissed i don't even get a hello no not me not me no no no no i'm so fucking bored! why can't.... why can't i just be happy for once?
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and when we move it's just like waves and when we move it's just like waves and when we move it's just like waves and I'm drifting out to sea and I'm drifting out to sea take me away just like the wind take me away just like the wind take me away just like the wind and my mind is flying free Jump drunk naked into the milk trench, where the crickets howl the axe routine. My wife, the asthmatic cheerleader, has left me again, this time for a tree stump who keeps shitting himself just when he's supposed to give the commencement speech at the firing school. In my father's closet, somewhere between the mothballs and the oxygen mask, a calamity is taking place in the shoebox. And now, by the pool, a fat little buzz bee in a short white skirt whispers, "Hit me with the axe routine...." and when we move it's just like waves and when we move it's just like waves and when we move it's just like waves and I'm drifting out to sea and I'm drifting out to sea and there will be no more of me and there will be no more of me take me away just like the wind take me away just like the wind take me away just like the wind and my mind is flying free
9.
02:52
We are still waiting. Waiting for the answer. What I mean by the answer is not just something that satisfies your mind so you stop thinking about the problem and feel comfortable again, but I mean an answer that takes ahold of you, that won't leave you alone, that makes you act its way, that won't let you act any other way, that you go to sleep with, and wake up with, and it hasn't changed. Freedom. The word freedom. Freedom the word. A good word freedom. But who using it means it? What we've got now is half of the answer, and where an answer's concerned, a half's worse than none. Freedom. I have seen men fighting for their freedom here in America, fighting to make the law mean what the law says, fighting to make the Bill of Rights mean what the Bill of Rights says. These are the things we can't help remembering, these are the things that give us pause: the beaten picket at the mill gate, the tear gas and the riot squad, the kneeling children in the berry fields. The slum. The slums. The slums upon slums upon slums upon slums and nothing really done. Freedom here? What freedom? Whose freedom? When freedom? The freedom of children to labor in the fields? The freedom of the tractor to plow under the sharecropper? That is not the freedom we mean to fight for. The answer: Freedom the word. The word freedom. Worn smooth in the mouths of the orators, slick as an old coin in the pocket. A word of clean silver, though. Freedom meaning? Of the press to fight against freedom in the here and now? Of the few to own and the rest to be lucky to work? The old coin freedom is worn slick and smooth, the inscriptions rubbed off and the eagle dim but it is clean silver, and can be re-minted. We are still waiting. Waiting for the answer.
10.
03:24
Saxophones? You gotta fucking be kidding me You motherfuckers are sucking all over this joint Assholes You're playing like fucking children up there Saxophones? You gotta fucking be kidding me You're breaking my heart up there Assholes Everybody can hear your fucking clams out there You don't need a mic for that Stand out here all fucking night Trying to blow your fucking brains out When it comes time to play What do you play - clams? One clam and this whole fucking band is through tonight Try me You wanna fuck with me on the bandstand? Nights off, nothing to do You come in and play this kind of shit for me? You got nowhere to fucking go the next set Because if I hear one fucking clam from anybody You've had it Fuck all of you Saxophones? You gotta fucking be kidding me You're breaking my heart up there I'm up there working my balls off trying to do somebody a favor And you motherfuckers are sucking all over this joint Assholes Fuck all of you Everybody can hear your fucking clams out there You don't need a mic for that You're all over the fucking place Miscue after miscue Assholes Fuck all of you How dare you play like that for me We don't play two fucking bars in one fucking tempo Not one You try one fuckup the next set When you get back to New York You'll need another fucking job Count on it
11.
Now here's a tune for everyone No more fun when day is done Nowhere to hide Nowhere to run The purple hum is gonna come The purple hum is gonna come The purple hum is gonna come
12.
05:05
Inaptly named, Glaucis the raven is totally inside-out, brown reddish-brown and glistening with a clear viscous coat On the inside, a womb of black feathers which is where I lie, tiny and naked, glass clouds on my mental teevee it's talking it's talking it's talking it's talking it's talking shouts move along people, ain't nothing to see This truck contains an awareness of teeth, black velvet fortress binding the eyes The abdomen splits, glass window reveals vertical cannon thick painted red, its exit wound pointed towards tissue carnation hemoglobinious mouth in the sand it's talking it's talking it's talking it's talking it's talking says move along people, ain't nothing to see
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The Singles - Season 5 is a serial release (y'know, like a TV show), running from April 9 through June 25, 2013.

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released April 9, 2013

recorded and mixed at Kicksville Dept. of Works
engineered, edited, and mixed by Conrad St. Clair
additional recording at:
- Mastersuite, engineered by Jay Frigoletto
additional editing by Lou Caldarola
additional mix assistance by Beaker Parpovich
mastered by Jay Frigoletto at Mastersuite
album front cover art by Tone Deaf
cover art for individual songs by Terry Flowers, Bob DeGroof, Gorka Samos Ez Dakizue, Robert Varlez, Jo Hubert, Biff Blumfumgagnge, Annette Marx, Murielle Ikizek Jorgensen, M.Nomized, Joe Myers, Albano Ruela, Alain Adam
all songs written by Kicksville (Dept. of Publishing/BMI)
c/p 2013 Kicksville Dept. of Records
produced by Kicksville

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