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Kick Against the Pricks
05:25
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I dont know about Mary, like
No one’s sure what’s wrong with her
She’s annoying all the doctors
She doesn’t seem INVESTED in her future
HEY--------------!
She says she feels nothing
Except fear and hate
She’s stopped eating
and keeps talking about fate
I said if therapy and medication don’t work
Why don’t you take solace
in the golden age of television
It worked for me,
got a smile for the whole human race
just don’t mind my
horribly disfigured face
I think Mary’s just unlucky
the drugs don’t work anymore
The fucking drugs just don’t work anymore
She’s just one of those people
The world’ll crush and kill
One of those —
kind, gentle people
the world’s just got no use for
The world’s just got it in for her
I found her in tears after she fell
bruised and wordless at the bottom of the stairwell
what do you say to someone then
(sentenced to death just / because of who they are)
what if it never
gets any better
what if this is all there is?
What can you say
that’s not a fucking lie
She’s tried meditation, therapy, sobriety
She’s tried a dozen Gods
She’s prayed they take away the burden
But every God’s as useless
As the useless medication —
I don’t know what’s gonna happen
No one’s got any decent reason why
I don’t know, but
everybody kinda thinks she’s gonna die
I think your therapist was full of shit
I think he’s just as miserable as everyone else is
I think there’s nothing left for us
except to kick against the pricks
the world’s just emptiness —
So kick against the sons of bitches, Mary
Kick hard as you can —
It’s one of life’s last joys
Don’t listen to these rotten bastards
(don’t listen to these little boys)
Don’t you know — the only thing that still WORKS IS NOISE!
IT’S JUST SHOW BUSINESS BOYS!
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2. |
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Hey hello
How are you, we’re CIA!
Can we get you anything, would you like an Orange Julius?
This is our intern, Dominick
He is just delightful -- do a spin for us, Dominick!
Look at that — amazing
..... Hello, Hello? ----
Gimme a little CIA kiss
We’re a sweet bunch,
once you get to know us!
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Kitty Oppenheimer / lost in the lights
of another Princeton mixer
The smartest, vainest people in the world
all here for Robert
They say she’s a lush
The wife of the genius
Everything she does
she does too cruelly,
everything she is, simply wrong
(Excuse me, madame
but who the hell are you —
My husband invented the atom bomb)
Just the strange, drunk wife of
the man who invented the atom bomb
hope she doesn’t fall
hope she doesn’t fall apart
tonight she’s had —
6 martinis and a demerol
They all just tolerate her
Everyone looks sideways, if they look at all
At Kitty Oppenheimer
(They all love Robert so
And they all tolerate her
All these oh-so-gifted people
Always look sideways at
Kitty Oppenheimer — well
These people have / got a lot / of god damn nerve)
Perhaps she should leave all this behind
to disappear —
the same thought she’s
thought a thousand times -
But wherever she goes -
it’s always back Princeton
Or fucking Los Alamos —
The light like yellow glass
Shone strange on Robert
As he held court across
the room —
What was it then who knows
why we do the things we do —
But Kitty was compelled
to interrupt the party and yell:
“I LOVE YOU!” I LOVE YOU
The smartest people in the world
Stared anxious at their shoes
Thought yet again —
what a gauche thing to do
And Robert, man of her dreams
said nothing too
just smiled and looked away
Kitty quit the party
walked into the night
sat beside the garden wall
to enjoy alone alone alone (all alone)
her 6 martinis and her demerol
6 martinis and a demerol
The smartest people in the world
And nobody can tell me/ what’s the point of it all
These people have got
A lot of goddamn nerve
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4. |
The Peerless Tactician
02:47
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As the peerless tactician
Sits in the hospital ward
She mulls a suicide —
Might tarnish the reputation.
Consider: what’s the future
That you’re working toward?
Youthful enthusiasm’s long ago
Became a rote, resentful revolution
Watching the cubicle clock
Tick tick, go—
They’d make a clockworks of
Prim townhomes, data storage centers,
And yoga studios;
Built upon fields of lightless iron
Cheap, astroturfed in seven hills.
She dreams of romantic war,
Battalions of…
Royalists, illegalists, loyalists, and Stalinists,
Bakunin at Berlin garden parties,
Robespierre crossing to some far, snowbound shore —
Shit, all the things you’ve missed…
All the million things you might, conceivably, die for…
Maybe make a cavalcade of madmen
Across the radioactive plains… Post empire ruin,
The dissolution of all contracts into
Some pointless game.
Madcap entertainment over another round of history
Forgo the long, peaceful dissolution in favor of death —
Red carpet, world premier of anarchy.
there’s nothing wrong with
reasonless antagonism
better than being just another jackass
wasting your life in pursuit of the world’s loneliest orgasm
From the hospital window: fields of snow
Winter parodying the prophecies
Of all the peerless tactician thinks she knows;
Just can’t fucking decide
How she’d like to die.
Just no clean ways to go.
But it won’t be yet, even if the world’s grown dull,
That cruel old instinct remains:
You have to know. You have to know.
Think of history and news as interactive entertainments;
Climate reckoning, peerless greed, guerrilla war —
As good as prestige television.
So maybe more or less sit back,
With a couple of friends,
Long enough to catch the series finale —
You can die any time, but don’t you want to see how all this shit finally ends?
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5. |
Misanthrope's Song
02:31
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Man is just another thing
far beneath contempt
Man is just another
wretched piece of content
I am the Shakespeare
of Shitbird Fuckheads
And you’re just another guy
off his goddamn meds —
Man, the lowest thing
in the highest prison
fancies and philosophizes
braying in the pit —
let’s get braying in the pit!
Empty as all
culture, art, and history
we’re rats baby
we’re rats just like
everybody
we’re the same lowliest stuff
of all culture, art and history,
The oh-so-clever creature
Will amuse himself to death
Forever and ever
Well fuck you and the dildo you rode in on
Lords and Ladies of Dipshittery
Caricatures of reason, temperance, charity
though in truth these things are —
so far beneath me
Pigs conspiring in a slaughterhouse broom-closet,
that’s mankind!
Empty as all
culture, art, and history
we’re rats baby
we’re rats just like
everybody
we’re the same lowliest stuff
of all culture, art and history,
HALLELUJAH!
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