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Tulips
03:30
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There are tulips planted in a random fig tree garden
Tulips of red and magenta
break dancing in the lightning and thunder
There are tulips devouring sweet dew
in the last few sleeping hours
Such deliciousness is carefully recorded
by the local trooper known as Newton’s Third Law
Let it be known that in this region
one-night secrets are cotton candy
Dissolving before you can wrap your tongue round the sweetness
Let it also be heard for the following weeks
the subject shall be sentenced to
The inevitable circumambulating over analysis of one’s worthiness
But thank you,
for showing me how silly I’ve been
in not loving myself
And thank you,
for showing me how silly I’ve been
in not loving myself
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2. |
Dinner Time
02:58
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I’m baking a delicious pie called Now
To sink our teeth into
Some souls are starved from having
Only the past and future to chew
The show of the week, Mother Nature will streak
And we’re amazed at her bulging biceps
The theme of the day, we’ll all go away
Just after this message from our sponsor
We are Siamese twins; different but the same
My [her] head is four thousand miles wide and travels like a flame
Her [my] head is quite the opposite
Only a bumblebee could jump off of it
And that’s precisely what happened
It’s Christmas break Southern Cali style,
Breakfast in the sun
It’s the first time he’d seen his daughter in America since 2001
They cleaned up and he went out back
To check on the avocado orchard
Zap a bee stings him he’s dead
And his family is forever tortured
We are Siamese twins; different but the same
My [her] head is four thousand miles wide and travels like a flame
Her [my] head is quite the opposite
Only a bumblebee could jump off of it
And that’s precisely what happened
Twin number two, a deeper shade of blue
The twitch of her head, 150,000 dead
From seven giant waves, only seven waves
From seven giant waves
I’m baking a delicious pie called Now
To sink our teeth into
Some souls are starved from having
Only the past and future to chew
The show of the week, Mother Nature will streak
And we’re amazed at her bulging biceps
The theme of the day, we’ll all go away
Just after this message from our sponsor
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3. |
Undulating
04:20
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I am a jellyfish
Squeezing tight and then letting go
It’s the only thing I know
Undulation ‘s my form of transportation
Through these side-splitting hilarious waters
It’s the macrocosm and the microcosm
To fall in love with
To fall in love with
Oh and I did
My tentacles touch things I do not see
And cannot feel
But I know that it is real
I am a jellyfish
I am a jellyfish
Undulating
The only thing to do is:
Fall in love with it, fall in love with it
It’s the only thing you can do
Yes just fall in love with it
“Jellyfish: any of numerous, usually free-swimming coelenterate of the class Scyphozoa, characteristically having a gelatinous, tentacled, often belly-shaped medusoid stage as the dominant or only phase of it’s life cycle”
Fascinating.
Definition #2: a person who lacks force of character; weakling
Squeezing tight and then letting go
Squeezing tight and then letting go
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4. |
Cockpit
02:41
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I keep driving my ship into an ice burg
And so I hand over the control panel to you
Yes to you-niverse to you
There are so many button and knobs and switches
And they’re so much fun to push
But I have no idea what I’m doing
And my joystick ‘s turned to mush
So I get on the PA system and warn the folks on board
It’s gonna be a bumpy ride and I hope we’re moving forward
My love compass has gotten terribly confused
And I hope it hasn’t made you feel abused
I keep driving my ship into an ice burg
And so I hand over the control panel to you
Yes to you-niverse to you
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5. |
Addiction
03:12
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A-D-D-I-C-T-I-O-N
Which one have you got?
Which one have you got?
Which one have you got?
A-D-D-I-C-T-I-O-N
The glamorous kind smoking cigarettes
Or inhaling two days of energy through your nose
And so it goes
The glutinous kind, ooo
Stuffing sixteen sugary sweets
And savory treats in your cheeks
And then still staggering around for ice cream
Creative genius hits the bar
Frat boys compete for the beer chuggin’ star
Everyone else just doesn’t go quite that far
A-D-D-I-C-T-I-O-N
Which one have you got?
Which one have you got?
Which one have you got?
A-D-D-I-C-T-I-O-N
The sexual kind
Masturbating for two hours until your clit is numb
Or just desperately wanting to get some
It don’t matter who the heck it’s from
The currently taking over America kind
There’s one on every block
Don’t give it a second thought
Starbucks anyone?
Live in a gutter but get your fix
Succumb to what your fear predicts
Don’t forget your brain has got it’s own tricks
It’s all the same
It’s all our pain
It’s just because we don’t get it…
Why am I here?
Why are you here?
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6. |
Shy Rain
03:52
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Shy rain begs me to sit still and listen
Careful not to breathe too loud
Then you can hear the destiny of each drop
This one slaps a leaf
That one dances on the sidewalk
Some bounce off the porch
Onto a blade of grass
And slide down to The Happy Drinker
Such different ways to fall
And such different things to hit
The older brother laughs and teases them
Back and forth with invisible gusts
Barrump
Left right fast slow sidewalk grass gutter
Slow smart poor rich confident agoraphobic
But always it’s the same simple cycle
But always simply sky soil sky
Sky soil sky
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7. |
Piece of Meat
02:28
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I’m not your piece of meat
No, no I’m not your piece of meat
All you do is chew me up
And spit me out
Baby you’re driving me to shout
I ain’t your piece of meat!
Now I’ve got scrumptious thighs
But they don’t come with chip or fries
You best apologize for forgetting ‘bout my heart
If you could drop your pride
And look deep down inside
You’d see your eyes defied your soul
I ain’t your piece of meat
Baby it seems like you went on the Atkins diet too
Because all you ever do is look at me like I’m a piece of…
I ain’t your bacon strip, I aint your tri-tip
I’m not your barbeque, your lamb stew
I’m not your beef jerky, thanksgiving turkey, tofurkey, tenderloin
I ain’t your bratwurst, filet mignon, top round, ground beef, London broil, T-Bone
I ain’t your lean meat, I ain’t your chicken feet, I ain’t your pork chop
This has to stop
No no, I ain’t your piece of meat
I ain’t your baby back rib, no
You hurt me till I’m raw
Can’t you let me thaw baby
Oh, I ain’t your piece of meat
I ain’t your piece of meat
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8. |
Tiny Speck
03:30
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I am a tiny speck in the universe
But you may also call me god
We are a nanosecond to the universe
Which makes my left brain feel so odd
Because in blastphematic truth
There’s still a fist and still a tooth
But I’m not powered by the juice of guilt and fear
There’s an Eskimo in white who un-invented how to fight
Tell my ego who just might lay down it’s spear
I have some magic goggles that reveal the cockles
Of your subconscious purpose through
It is the latest invention that reveals the intention
Behind everything you do
So that when man decides to spit
Or has a winey tantrum fit
We see that it is all a story about needing love
It’s just like being a zoologist and dissecting an owl pellet
That is mummifying an undigested dove
I have a little friend who is 9 years old
She introduced herself as the goddess of light
And I said “gosh that’s great, will you make me illuminate?”
And she said “Honey child, your already do.”
And so I danced around inside, feeling warm and fuzzy pride
In being a being that is being something good
And I hope that it is clear upon contemplating fear
That it’s all a ball of shoulds misunderstood
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9. |
Pale Blue
04:08
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I ain’t doin’ so well without you
I thought I was stronger than this
I ain’t doin’ so well without you
I hope my strengths not just a myth
And I felt ok, the very first day
That you drove away but then
I puffed my chest, convinced that it was all
All for the best but now
I ain’t doin’ so well without you
I thought I was stronger than this
I ain’t doin’ so well without you
I’m thoroughly addicted to your kiss
Oh, I keep picturing you
Making music in your suit of pale blue
But I ain’t doin’ so well without you
I thought I was stronger than this
But I ain’t doin’ so well without you
I can’t stand all the laughter that I’m gonna miss
Now yesterday, I felt like a rock
It came as a pleasant shock to me
But then today my heart felt so much colder
I carried that rock upon my shoulder
I can’t stand all the fun that I am missing
If only my soul hadn’t been insisting that I stay home
I ain’t doin’ so well without you
I thought I was stronger than this
But I ain’t doin’ so well without you
I wanna be in that starry desert bliss with you
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10. |
Whirling Dervishes
03:47
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All the men are wearing skirts
And holding hands as they walk through the street
And then they kiss each other on the cheek
Or even the lips
And the president trips
In his high heeled shoes
Just before breaking the news
Stay inside and lock your doors
All cultural norms are under attack
You better watch your back
Red code alert
The people are beginning to assert
Their opinions of what’s right and wrong
And what is just plain stupid
Let’s examine a raindrop from the eyes of an ant
Will it crush me if I just stand still?
Yes that’s a non-sequitor
For once let’s not read into it too deeply
Maybe just experience it completely
I just want to empty myself
So that I can sing
And hear it echo from the high-vaulted ceiling of my heart
I’m such a zebra
Stripes of light and dark on my fur
But inside is where
That’s where the good stuff resides
I’m a zebra
Stripes of light and dark on my fur
But inside there’s a jiggling jar
Of deep red water
Grab your bubble at the gate
And out you go to the carnival show
One monkey in particular raised by a pack
Of bubbles who think that it’s best to sink
Everything in a bath filled with oil and wrath
Oh sit back and watch it go
The human show is under attack
We better get the sack
Red code alert
The monkey is beginning to invert
All the laws of what is right and wrong
And what is just plain stupid
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11. |
Distribution War
06:32
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Someone just whispered in my ear, “you’re being glutinous”
Someone just whispered in my ear, “you’re being glutinous”
Do I get defensive, or do I agree, or do I just plain disagree
No, no, no not me
No, no, no I need this
I need that, I need this
No, no, no not me
Someone just whispered in my ear “I am in love with you”
Someone just whispered in my ear “I am in love with you”
Do I get defensive, or do I agree, or do I just plain disagree
No, no, no not me
No, no I’m not worthy
I need this, I need that
No, no, no not me
Front page news is Lily
She lives in Haiti and she makes food
Now Mrs. Lily mixes butter and salt and mud
And cooks it in the sun
Second page news is Juan
He lives Italy and makes food
He is surround in platters of oozing glossy deserts and liquor
Oh this is old news but I can’t swallow it down
It just won’t go down
This is old news but I just can’t swallow
I just can’t get it down
Distribution, distribution
Who holds the key
Is it you and me?
Distribution, distribution
Who holds the key
Is it you and me? Is it you and me?
No, no, no it’s not me
A cup of coffee cost more
Than the average Basothan* earns in a week
What the hell does that mean
Just give it up? Hand it all over?
Oh I don’t know
What problem does money solve
What relief does money bring?
Certainly Lily deserves a cup of coffee from Juan’s café
Oh this is old news but I can’t swallow it down
It just won’t go down
This is old news but I just can’t swallow
I just can’t get it down
Distribution, distribution
Who holds the key
Is it you and me?
Distribution, distribution
Who holds the key
Is it you and me? Is it you and me?
No, no, no it’s not me
Someone just whispered in my ear, “you’re being glutinous”
Someone just whispered in my ear, “you’re being glutinous”
Do I get defensive, or do I agree, or do I just plain disagree
No, no, no not me
No, no, no I need this
I need that, I need this
No, no, no not me
Someone just whispered in my ear “I am in love with you”
Someone just whispered in my ear “I am in love with you”
Do I get defensive, or do I agree, or do I just plain disagree
No, no, no not me
No, no I’m not worthy
I need this, I need that
No, no, no not me
*Basothan is a person from Lesotho
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Lesley Kernochan Los Angeles, California
Lesley Kernochan is an Americana singer/songwriter with occasional bursts of comedy, pop, rock, and jazzy mouth trumpet. Within each song Lesley's versatile voice brings music to life that is "uniquely beautiful [with] lively and sharp intelligence" [NoDepression]. Lesley has an eclectic background as a saxophonist, contemporary composer, operatically trained coloratura, and musical saw player. ... more
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