The big bad wolf

The big bad wolf is is the lord of the flies
His fingers creep like spiders between my thighs
He's been undressing me with his eyes

The big bad wolf is the lord of the skin
Scrapes my face with the hairs on his chinny chin chin
But I'm not stupid, I know where he's been

Says 'Little girl, little girl let me in'
'Little girl, little girl let me in'

Today is "Big City Secrets" day.

Your eyes are as big as a quarter when they're shining
Your fingers reach down in my stomach lining
Your voice sounds just like an alley cat is crying
I got the feeling you have never once stopped trying to undress me
You make yourself into a mirror to reflect me
I see my eyes are shallow stones
In a prison made of bones
Wrapped in a bag of skin
Highlighted by the lines of repetition
That all my fear's been carving

What makes us dance

So you say
Hey I don't understand
You and your big city secret
How come we dance
What makes us dance
How come we dance
What makes us dance

I like milk.

Pretending to be someone you know nothing about
Oh I wish you were someone I knew nothing about
You're lookin' for any explanation
your words they only find a meaning in between
what's real and what will only ever be your dream

Hilly Kristal

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free

But mostly songs that recognize our sick obsessions

And now, we proudly present
songs perverse and songs of lament.
A couple of hymns of confession,
and songs that recognize our sick obsessions....

Right on La Brea, Left on De Longpre...

End at 6831 delongpre ave.

I can see.

He peered into me

Good liar
Fake smile
Guilty conscience
Somewhat hostile
Once she gets
What she wants
She doesn't want it
Anymore

His eyes were black
Only pupils
So I could see
His deepest secrets

I peered into him

Bad liar
Insecure
Awkward handshake
Locks his doors
Dirty face
Shameful past
Dislikes people
Fucks too fast


I see your insides
You're just like me

.

It's just a scratch
That you can kiss
To make it feel
Make it feel better
I don't love you
I barely like you
It's just an itch
That you can scratch
To make it feel
Make it feel better

XTC

	You want some lovely, i got some lovely In my bed, in my bed Where the ocean wears the shore down Where's the on switch? There be lovely laying waiting naked for you

Monkey

I want to step on you for leverage
I want to drown you in your ego
But I can't even kick you off that high horse
It's just too fucking high.

M.F.A.A.

Loose-lipped secrets I've seen those birdies chirping Another promise perched on their fragile branches Cradle and all... We all hide a diary beneath some mattress And someone has slept in my bed Sometimes I get so naked I sing like a canary And I scream out what I shouldn't scream Some lies last a lifetime They keep our diaries hidden They don't let the whispers slip Between the cracks of the bathroom stalls Or be written on the bathroom walls.... But still I can hear those dirty birds chirp away It's a song I know by heart Sometimes I resent making friends and acquaintances It's a thin veil between us -- Between the bedsprings and the mattress I keep my secrets The ones I can't keep The ones you took from me The ones you scattered with your wings It was nice to meet you... It was nice to meet you... It was nice to meet you... -

Cursive

Words have no feeling without loaded meanings
Words take too long to come across
Meanings are meant for defining defintions
We load them for efect, it's cheap but it's working

It's the best I've got to get your attention
I could never get your attention
I could never please you
The verses are wasted on words you won't relate to
On words you'll never hear

It's not working -- I don't feel any better
I don't feel so well
The verbal breakdown has failed
So I'm whispering secrets
Hush, hush, on the loudspeaker
Words sculpted on verse become absurd

But it's the best I've got to get your attention
I could never get your attention
I could never please you
Words so sympathetic -- symphonic, yet pathetic -- are tossed on to the song

The meaning is lost...
The meaning is lost...

Words... just... won't... work...
Words... are... slowly demeaning their meanings
Words... make... things... worse
Words... are... always repeating
Losing their meaning
These words failed
Words fail

Glue

Someone
glued a dime
to the floor of the church
I'd been
on my knees
for an hour
attempting to Free it
when suddenly
the priest came
from the pulpit
to commend me
on my dedication
to prayer

Take it

This beating heart
You can have it half price
Take it
I don't need it
I never liked it anyway
Its gently used
In good condition
Smells like fresh-cut grass
and Summer rain
Take it
I don't need it
Take it
I never use it anymore
Take it

It doesn't match my drapes.

Nothing

I've been told
I've got no soul
I breathe for kicks
I live in shit

I've been here
A thousand years
Sleeping restless
Angry bee

Find the niche that
makes me feel better
or makes me feel
just feel at all

I know I'm nothing

But I'll tell you something

So are you

Built to Spill- Girl

sitting at the railway station
reading books about intimidation
waiting for my girl to come
and if she does will she be dumb
or really smart
will she break my heart
and wad it up and throw it in my face
I knew I'd find a nice girl someday
find a nice girl
settle down
someone I can talk to
someone I don't have to talk to
someone who'll gimme time and gimme space
and take it all away sitting at the bus station
reading books about legislation
suddenly my girl comes
and she's not even dumb
in fact she's kinda smart
will she break my heart
and wad it up and throw it in my face
I knew I'd find a nice girl someday
find a nice girl
settle down
someone I can talk to
someone I don't have to talk to
someone who'll gimme time and gimme space and take it all away
actually I've never even been to a railroad station even though I used to live near one
and still I'm waiting for my girl to come
and if she does will she be dumb
or really smart
will she break my heart
and wad it up and throw it in my face
wad it up and throw it in my face
I knew I'd find a nice girl someday
find a nice girl
settle down
someone I can talk to
someone I don't have to talk to
someone I can talk to
someone I don't have to talk to
someone I can talk to
someone I don't have to talk to
someone I can talk to
someone I don't have to talk to
someone I can talk to
someone I don't have to talk to
someone I can talk to

Junkie.

I am not enlightened

Theres no halo on my head

I scratch my arms in corners

I hope Ill end up dead

I am not your martyr

Your messiah

Or your friend

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