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Diegesis
04:30
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We're all on set but the director never comes
Half the shooting script is yellow, the other half isn't there at all
All the extras are deaf, but they wouldn't listen anyway
The first thing he said "This is a trombone shot"
The closer we are, the further away they get
The director yells "Cut!" but the movie goes on without him
2 assistant directors but they never show up
I fell during that last crane shot and there was no one to catch me
200 takes and all that he said was “what do you want from us sir?”
“What do you want, what you want from us all?”
Cut
Can you hear him?
Where did he go?
Does he have a new shoot?
Has he forgotten us?
You ruined the fucking shot
Can you hear him?
Not even when he yells, not even when he screams
There’s no fourth wall for us to break.
Can you hear him?
Not even when he yells, not even when he screams
And I can hear him, and you can hear him too.
There was a cold open but I forget how it goes
There’s a wrap party tonight, tomorrow night?
Come with us – we’ll show you
Our movie is made of money shots and mysteries
Understudies are a penny a dozen. Remember that
The first thing he said was “let’s get some backlighting over here
Key light on this side, in the beginning”.
Can you hear him?
Not even when he yells, not even when he screams
And I can hear him, and you can hear him too.
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What’d she expect, leaving the house dressed like that.
What’d she expect, leaving the house shitfaced like that.
What’d she expect, leaving the house.
Her lips
Her eyes
Like that
What did she expect?
Her hips
Her thighs
Like that
What did she expect?
Tonight I’ll be a perfect gentleman
Tonight I’ll show you something only a real man can
I want to know what’s inside of you
I need to know what’s inside of you
Set my target, ran those yards and got the rewards
Game theory – ground, pound, smash the cunt to pieces
I’ve earned this through my blood, through my skin
Nobody believes a whore, especially when she’s choking on spunk
And what do you get from this process
Clearing your name, dragging mine through the mud
She wants it she wants it again and again
Just doesn’t want Daddy to find out
I know my right so don’t give me the stick
I was just helping her get her vitamin D
It’s not forced and it’s not desperation
While she changes stories to stop reputation
Her lips her eyes
Her hips her thighs
Leaving the house
How was I to know when she never said no?
Because I know you want it and I’ve got something thicke
Enough to tear your life in two
Because I know you want it and I’ve got something thicke
Enough to tear your life in two
“You can’t make an omelette without breaking a few cherries
And at least it means you’re not a fucking fairy
But listen son, just cut me some slack
I’ll pull some strings and you’ll still get to play quarterback”
We’re not the guilty party,
We’re not going to change what we are
You made it that kind of party
Fuck it all, man let’s party
That’s what she gets, leaving the house dressed like that
That’s what she gets, leaving the house shitfaced like that
That’s what she gets, leaving the house
That’s what she gets
How was I to know when she never said no?
With all that we could say about wanting an equal existence
Our actions and words only encourage the violence
Even saving the world means you must get the girl
You might as well shout
“I have no sympathy for whores
Unless - they take it from behind"
You let me do it
You never stopped me
Take the blame
I’m not the guilty party
We’re not the guilty party,
We’re not going to change what we are
You made it that kind of party
Fuck it all, man let’s party
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Conaím in tír liath
I gconaí an rud chéanna
I’m not from around here,
And I don’t really know the signs
A quiet dead seastack coloured grey
A grey world built of grey matter
So you’ve locked me away in a Chinese room
Red lacquered walls, a cauterized womb
I’ll dispense the right words, I’ll never miss my cue
But it’s all Chinese to me, if not for you
They baptised me with formaldehyde
They watched me scream and twitch and spasm
Just a spatter of spunk standing quietly in the corner
A ten-year seizure interrupted by orgasm
Because I’m looking for love in all the wrong places
And leaving my love on all the wrong faces
Hunting and fucking and coming by rote
And looking for answers in the bottom of your throat
So I’ll tell you that you matter
While I retch at the thought of your sickly musk
I’ll tell you that you matter
But I’d sell you down the river for the dimensions of a corn husk
I cannot be me
I cannot be what you want me to be
I am not good enough for you or them
I’ve forgotten my lines and my costume
My Chinese room is carpeted with eggshells and viscera
My formaldehyde is leaking on you
I will pass the notes through the slit in the wall and you will answer
But I will understand none of it
I will tear my viscera out of my arms until there is nothing left to tear out
My formaldehyde is leaking on you
Toujours la même chose
So you asked, “if I said the right thing, does it matter if I meant it?”
Well if my body’s transient it can’t matter if she rents it
Tear away from me all non-essentials
Good for nothing, but at least I have crossover potential
Reduced to a pale and syphilitic whore
But still, give me just a little bit mort
Conaím in tír liath
I gconaí an rud chéanna
I’ll fetch from all remotes.
I will find the dimensions of a corn husk
Now watch me sell you all down the river.
Until I’ve been left alone altogether.
Pale grey seastack off the coast
Carved by gales and foaming tides, built by ghosts
Cursed with Karst till nothing ever grows
Toujours, toujours, toujours la même chose
Toujours, toujours, toujours la même chose
A transient dissociation
A final confirmation
Toujours, toujours, toujours la même chose
I’ll disappoint you again.
Don’t tell me I’m good enough.
Déanfaidh mé iarraidh arís
I don’t want to sell you down the river
Down the river where that seastack lies
I want to try again
I want all of you to matter
I think I know what this is about
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Second-Order
06:47
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Where I come from, this is what they call an eye-opener
I’ve missed six consecutive times of the month, but it’s worth it:
You’ve no idea the savings I’m making on sanitary towels
In the scheme of things, it probably doesn’t matter that I’m
Punching holes in the walls; but I’ve nowhere to go –
I sold my car to pay for ethanol and cotton balls
You see nobody’s gonna wanna fuck me when my best feature’s my hazel eyes
Would I rather a cup of soup, or a gap between my thighs?
And nothing tastes as good as skinny feels –
I can subsist on needles and skin and apple peels
A lighter and spoon will do instead of Prozac
Now watch these ribs poke through the flesh on my back.
Self-preservation is masturbation.
Self-medication is my affirmation.
They asked me how did I get this way
I asked them, “Do I need a reason?”
Well if I need a reason, then how about
“Double-A cups are like so in season.”
See I can be whoever I want when I stop this car,
I can be whoever I want when I stop this car,
Yes I can be whoever I want when I stop this car,
When I stop this car, when I stop this car
(Because I) don’t want to eat (but I want to want to)
Don’t want to sleep (but I want to want to)
Don’t want to stay (but I want to want to)
Don’t want to keep from trying anymore
I want to want whatever it is I need (whatever it is I need)
And I just don’t want to want whatever makes me bleed
Don’t want to fuck (but I want to want to)
Don’t want to sleep (but I want to want to)
Don’t want to taste (but I want to want to)
Don’t want to keep from trying anymore
I want to want whatever it is I need (whatever it is I need)
And I just don’t want to want whatever makes me bleed
You said to me, you haven’t cleaned the dishes in three weeks
Well, I haven’t eaten in three weeks either
If you want to know why, I’ll tell you
A couple of billion years ago, in a hydrogen soup, on some pitch-stained beach
It was decided that my eyes would be hazel
It’s all a joke, a trick, a celestial extortion
I am the abolition of choice; I am destiny’s abortion
So go ahead, shove that tube down my throat
I’ll deepthroat the fucker. I’ll swallow it all
Mushroom soup is my favourite kind
Mushroom soup is my favourite kind
You can’t save me, just the same as you can’t
Save a dog from shitting on the floor
Just the same as you can’t save yourself from breathing
I can’t create a new physical state
I can’t escape from what I’ve made
Remember what I said to you
I can be whoever I want when I stop this car
But I don’t know
Driving on the sand you’ll leave track marks
So I’ll just keep on spinning my wheels till the end of the night
(Because I) don’t want to eat (but I want to want to)
Don’t want to sleep (but I want to want to)
Don’t want to stay (but I want to want to)
Don’t want to keep from trying anymore
I want to want whatever it is I need (whatever it is I need)
And I just don’t want to want whatever makes me bleed
Don’t want to fuck (but I want to want to)
Don’t want to sleep (but I want to want to)
Don’t want to taste (but I want to want to)
Don’t want to keep from trying anymore
I want to want whatever it is I need (whatever it is I need)
And I just don’t want to want whatever makes me bleed
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