Bring me to the things you know
Through a landscape of cut flowers
Be my eyes and be my road
Give me all your earthly poison
For I am but a poor blind boy
And my heart is full of poison
I can never see the light
The flowers that to you look so bright
The flowers that to you look so bright
They are to me just black on black
But I can hear the sweet bird sing
And the bee on the wing
They love me, yes they love me
And to me she is so kind
Oh they love me and she loves me
Only because I'm blind
In a world of light my heart is dark
And all I see is black on black
I am but a poor blind boy
If we talk, call me Snake
Treat me kindly though I am
Sticky as electric tape
They love me, yes they love me
And to me she is so kind
They love me and she loves me
Only because I'm blind
I am but a poor blind boy
And my heart is full of poison
I can never see the light
For I am but a poor blind boy
Bambi
All men die
He is a man
So Socrates dies
I don't care
Bambi is thunderthighs
I had a whale of a time
Up Clam Mountain
Being obscene
Under the swarms of flies
In the violent skies
Of the Holocene
They say the cockroaches
Hiding under your bath
Will run the world
But I don't care
When Bambi is my girl
Extravagantly
Wearing old sweat pants that smell of piss
Discussing a book by Jocelyn Brooke
Bambi
Kiss
Kiss
When her legs are splayed
The centre of the world is damp
And you can't control
Nat King Cole or Supertramp
There are many worse ways
To spend your days
Than let them pass
Argy-bargy with Otto Rank
In chemistry class
Or be the handsome man on the catamaran
With the eyes of glass
Who cares?
Bambi, all things must pass
Deer Wife
Found a video on my porch
Put it on the VCR
It told me to go to the forest
And play my guitar
The forest is a dangerous place
You take your life in your hands
There are wild animals
Marking trees with marker glands
I've got a deer wife
A deer wife
(Keep it to yourself)
So I went down to the forest
With my guitar and my bag
And there I found a doe
Surrounded by stags
Well the stags did rut and yowl
Jab at me with antlers and with hooves
But that doe chose me
Whatcha gonna do?
I've got a deer wife
A deer wife
(Keep it to yourself)
I've got a deer wife
And a battle for survival
Rooting around for acorns and berries
And fending off my rivals
But one day I will be
Monarch of this glen
Mark the trees not with glands
But with a Krink pen
I've got a deer wife
A deer wife
(Keep it to yourself)
The Fallacy
If God didn't want me to play with myself
He wouldn't have given me pockets
If God had intended that life never ended
Why did the bugger make death?
If God didn't want me to tear out my eyes
He wouldn't have given them sockets
So I took a spoke and poked out my eye
He moves in mysterious waves
If God hadn't wanted transvestites
He wouldn't have made me attractive
Dressed up in dresses, my guess is He blesses
The beautiful just for being there
If God had required me to stay with you
He wouldn't have given me railways
You're in labour again, I'm riding a train
God requires merchant marines
If God didn't mean me to kill people
He wouldn't have given them life, would He
If God didn't want me to murder that cockney
Why did he give me this knife?
Well, it stands to reason, dunnit?
It's only logical
There's a reason behind everything
Everything that happens to you
It's His message, innit?
He put the knife right in my hand
God don't believe in my freedom at all
That's why He put me between prison walls
And here in my cell I'm living to tell you
He moves in mysterious waves
If God didn't mean me to 'ang myself
Why make this 'ook in the ceiling?
And why make bananas, sheets and pajamas?
He moves in mysterious waves
Love Isn't a Right
Love isn't a right, it's got to be earned
Love isn't a rite that's got to be learned
Maybe you spent your natural life
Loving husband or loving wife
Were you loving and was your love returned?
Love's nobody's fool and nobody's slave
Love won't go to school and learn to behave
Ride your love on an easy rein
If love can go it comes back again
Love will haunt us from cradle to the grave
Love's a whisper and love's a shout
Love is a flame that could blow out
Love's all beauty, but make it a duty
And love will lie down and die
Love, love is a germ you never resist
Love, love's the eternal will o' the wisp
Follow him through the darkest day
Love will glimmer and light your way
But grab at him and he flickers out of sight
Love is a whisper and love's a shout
Love's a flame that could blow out
Love is enchanted, don't take it for granted
For love isn't a right
The Ephebophobe
I'm accused of failing to lust after
Girls in their mid- to late- teens
In Zurich in 2046 this is seriously frowned upon
They have labelled me "the ephebophobe"
And taken the chip from my brain
And until I respond appropriately
I can't use Google again
Post-pubescent sexpots
Are lounging all day at my door
Wearing unfeasible hotpants
To tease out my desire
And I will not be a good citizen
'Til my ephebophobia's gone
Until I screw these sex kittens
I won't use Google again
O upstanding people of Zurich
Your punishment makes me sad
If I can't use Google Image Search
Things are going to get bad
Beehives, antheaps and seedheads
Are things I need to see
If a trypophile doesn't see these things
He could die in custody
Lipgloss
Well they say to love, to cherish
To honour and obey
(But these days they never say "obey")
I always think they ought to say "decay and rot away"
Decay and rot away
But I know on my wedding day
What you are going to say:
"Promise me you'll never wear the lipgloss, John
Promise me you'll never wear the lipgloss!"
Well I used to rock a dress
At the shore
Strut 'til my heels were sore
Fuck the boys at the Carousel
Fuck the boys at the Meat Hotel
But I know on my wedding day
What you are going to say:
"Promise me you'll never wear the lipgloss, John
Promise me you'll never wear the lipgloss!"
Well I'll never wear the lipgloss while I am with you
One bitch is enough, we don't need two
And if I have to travesty I'll do it on the sly
Decay and rot away
And then you die
Lipgloss, lipgloss John
Put the lipgloss on
Kinski Gets Angry
Asshole, I'm the whole show
I am the world's greatest actor
I'm the car crash, I'm the volcano
I could have been a greater dictator
How dare you give me a prize?
I already know I'm a genius
Hell's teeth, oxygen thief
Call yourself a journalist?
You stink of burnt human flesh
You need a smack in the kisser
Huge red ants should piss in your eyes
And infect your soul with syphilis
Now I am Jesus Christ
But not that corpse on Golgotha
I am the Christ I see in the mirror
The violent German adventurer
Cats, cats, kittens and cats
1000 women aren't enough for me
I could spend three seconds on passion
Or 300 years, it's the same to me
Hell's teeth, oxygen thief
I am the lake and the water
We are all prostitutes
I just do it better
Idiots are all around me
I am surrounded by failure
I am the disobedient one
The rebel son, the agitator
Hell's teeth, oxygen thief
I am the lake and the water
And I tell you, if I had to
I'd have been better than Hitler
Wrong? Wrong? Of course I've been wrong
I don't need a Bible to tell me
Herzog he's a mad dog
I don't need that asshole to shoot me
Judge me by depravity
Virtue is for losers
I am your food and drink
I am your thirst and hunger
Ride, ride, ponytail girl
I'll stick my thing in your trashcan throat
I'll beat my head with my black fist
Go, dumb sow, you've got your quote
Song of Norway
We stayed in, out of our heads
Sitting on the corner of your bed
Then one day you left me
To appear in The Song of Norway
I understand
I can explain
You're making plans, making your name
I believe in change
But not this way
Not The Song of Norway
Do you hate me now? Perhaps you do
Hermione I don't hate you
One of us made history
You made The Song of Norway
The Song of Norway
It's not too late, you've still got time
To make your name as I made mine
What's gone is gone, the past erased
But not The Song of Norway
I understand
I can explain
You're making plans, making your name
I believe in change
But not this way
Not The Song of Norway
Hammered Horse
Wild horses couldn't drag you out of me
Wild horses running fast and running free
There is a master in the slave
A baby in the grave
A horse hammered to a lemon tree
Wild horses do contain a bitter seed
Wild horses running fast and running free
They contain the bitter seed
Of malice, death and greed
Like a horse hammered to a lemon tree
I've heard a horse stands on a hill called Calvary
But I do not believe everything I read
He is coming or he came
He'll one day come again
That horse hammered to the lemon tree
I'm going to be the Jesus Christ I wish to see
Cos when the revolution comes they're killing me
They'll take me up to Calvary
Nail me naked to a tree
Wild horses hammered to a lemon tree
There is a horse hanging in a lemon tree
Be the Jesus Christ you wish to see
Do not contain the bitter seed
Of malice, death and greed
That hammered horse died for you and me
Pots
You could learn lots and lots
By studying my pots
I have got a lot to teach
I am just like Bernard Leach
My pots give lots of pleasure
I'm a Living National Treasure
Your pots bring a lot of pain
Smash them all and start again
Good pots, bad pots
Pots are just like cunts and cocks
Some of them are stinky pots
Others attractive pots
See the detail on my glaze
You could stare for days and days
You could stare till kingdom come
You'd never guess the way it's done
The honey trap, the sweet spot
Making love's like making pots
I make pots you'd want to fuck
You make pots that bring bad luck
My pots give lots of pleasure
I'm a Living National Treasure
Your pots bring a lot of pain
Smash them all and start again
I'm not cruel, don't feel attacked
You just haven't got the knack
Go and blow up people's heads
In a video game instead
Your pots make me want to boke
Take a sharpened stick and poke
Out my eyes, despite the pain
I'd never see your pots again
You could learn lots and lots
By studying my pots
But you're too proud to admit
That your pots are really shit
My pots give lots of pleasure
I'm a Living National Treasure
Your pots bring a lot of pain
Smash them all and start again
The honey trap, the sweet spot
Making love's like making pots
I make pots you'd want to fuck
You make pots that bring bad luck
My pots give lots of pleasure
I'm a Living National Treasure
Your pots bring a lot of pain
Smash them all and start again
You make pots with lots of flaws
That's okay, good pots have flaws
But your pots' flaws are bad flaws
My pots' flaws are better flaws
Life is just like making pots
Some have got it, some have not
Can you ever make good pots?
Can a leopard change its spots?
You could learn lots and lots
By studying my pots
I have got a lot to teach
I am just like Bernard Leach
My pots give lots of pleasure
I'm a Living National Treasure
Your pots bring a lot of pain
Smash them all and start again
Skriptorium
I have a picture of you in your underwear
The glittering sunshine hits your Cleopatra hair
You are a lovely person living in Berlin
The glittering sunshine hits your perfect skin
I watch the sun appearing over Mauerpark
You are in Reykjavik in a famous bar
You are in Paris at Palais de Tokyo
You race your motorbike through streets of snow
The ice of sarcasm is penetrating me
In the skriptorium at the Stuttgart library
I steal your Merve paperbacks but never read 'em
I'm cyberstalking you with metaphysical realism
You drink your coffee at Bonanza Coffee Heroes
Your arms and legs destroyed by razors and mosquitos
It must amuse you to provoke such jealousy
It must be really cool to hide from me
The ice of sarcasm is penetrating me
In the skriptorium at the Stuttgart library
I steal your Merve paperbacks but never read 'em
I'm cyberstalking you with Metaphysical Realism
I love you and of course I'm trying to score
What do I think you are, some kind of art world whore?
I copy everything your Facebook says you do
I am determined to become you
I have a picture of you in your underwear
The glittering sunshine hits your Cleopatra hair
You are a lovely person living in Berlin
You are a skeleton with perfect skin
Crispbread Pagoda
And I will build
A pagoda made of crispbread
My windowsill
Is getting wet
And I am trying to think of nothing
Trying to think of no-one
But it's proving rather hard
You are the raindrop in the cloud
The rock in the rolling avalanche
And I am having lunch
The sound of rain
And eleven types of thunder
Wobbling begins
On the fourth floor of my pagoda
And there is splashing from the gutter
Gurgling round the house
But I'm trying to block it out
There's been no landslide at all
An old supporting wall
Collapsed and blocked the road
My trembling hands
A pagoda made of crispbread
This endless rain
Cancelling time
A careless fit of coughing
My pagoda is collapsing
It seems to take an age
Like a culture in decline
A paleolithic ram's horn
That now begins to sound
And I am trying to think of nothing
Trying to think of no-one
But it's proving rather hard
You are the raindrop in the cloud
The rock in the rolling avalanche
And I am having lunch
For Elise
They say that time moves fast
And life is short, but art is long
And so to make it last
I'll put my love
Into a song
And if it wasn't for Elise
I don't know where I would be
They say, they say, they say
That he who hesitates is lost
Well so am I
The only thing that lasts
Is art, our bloody bodies
Bloody die
And if it wasn't for Elise
I don't know where I would be
They say, they say, they say you don't know what you've got
'Til what you've got is gone
I say I say that nothing's lost
If it's entrusted to a song
For you, my Elise
I'm composing lovely music
You and I, sad to say
Are doomed to fade and to die
You who come later
Know I was happy loving her
You who have conquered death
Bully for you!
Now fuck off!
Fuck off!