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lyrics

one night stands

i woke up earlier than usual today
head swollen like pregnant flies caught in a spider web
and i think i’m just an insect on the sidewalk
of this giant city block
where the sun comes up like a dysfunctional elevator
riding over the hills like a blind man on his bike
i need a seeing eye dog to help me out of bed
without tripping over these slippers that no one’s worn in 4 years
the bedroom has a different texture this early in the morning
i enjoy sitting at my window
i’ve been watching all these people move like broken car parts
black ants in a rat maze
gathering crumbs to bring home a full loaf of bread
the streets bump into each other
like this club’s been open all night
people coming in
people going out
i haven’t been to a funeral in a while
and i think its because i can’t stand the way my father sits
when there’s death in hand shakes and hello hugs
he cries like he’s singing
and i’d buy his album if he ever came out with one
he makes music with his tears
like i do
like rain in a tin can
constant tapping
constant tapping
like a radiator shivers
someone put a jacket on this house
and me feed the static
take my brain out and show it to me
kids in the shape of pills
i wish i had wings
that worked in water, i’d float my way home
what is this place
sick of myself
throwing up in front of mirrors
i’m waiting for the carpet cleaner to put its foot down
because i’m not cleaning this mess
what is this place
my images now all have curfews
hibernating rituals where they leave me in the dark
fuck the beat, no drums, no drums
skin me and make a song
for them, all of them to dance to
like cocaine lines with clogs on
center of dance floors in strobe
spin and grind every hour away
every hour that came before this one
we only exist at night
with forgetful minds
and only the sound of this second clicking matters
i’m in line
single file
like we are
folders with labels
organized like socks
obligated to mates
and will always fit in a drawer
FUCK THIS
i don’t want to
look at the rebel, let’s exploit him
tag his cheek to keep track of him
bar coded and i need a sku check over here
sku check
somebody wants to purchase the X on the map
clean out his wallet with a broom stick
made of fallen trees and nappy angel hair
i need it spotless
and that means you to
out
now
the house looks better without you in it anyways
you’re crayon scribble on these antique walls
and i’m a loner that needs companionship
so last night i gave birth to mind through my mouth
a child’s brain
detached
in a shopping cart
up and down isles
down and up
back and forth
jittery wheels
forth and back
don’t listen to my music
or whatever it is
i don’t want you to look like this
its not fun
no
no fun
i wear a gas mask and a hard hat to sleep
stay on your own yellow brick mission
there’s sky falling from the …
clouds peeling themselves from the sky
the sun takes a bath
and little pieces of confetti are thrown
all over the black rug
until light vacuums its family room
and opens its eye
what is this place
what
please
tell me i’m sick
i seem to be comfortable in clothes that don’t fit
i like playing games with no endings or overs
i keep cheating on myself
having affairs with attractive thoughts in persuasive clothing
running around naked with strangers
and netting them like spiders
a thought stuck on fly paper and
she’s the one that woke me up early this morning
she makes me hate my music
she tells me there’s answers to ever question
which i think is a trick
yeah she’s a trick
homeless
without a magician to push her back up his sleeve
she makes me try to express myself
like i’m some sort of puppet to my brain
but i can’t leave, i’m whipped
an addict to the way she thinks
i can see her ideas move through the traffic like water
she’s a light bulb plugged into a wall outlet
my outlet out of my self
i fuck her like a virgin, an unpeeled orange
she orgasms ink like a broken well
and my sheets are covered from head to footer
we smoke cigarettes in the dark together
and talk about mirrors and wheat fields and piano keys
we cuddle all night like two fetuses tied up by an umbilical cord
then i leave her for another early morning
to stare out windows
and find a different partner
a different idea in a mini skirt
one that fits my high expectations

credits

from phlegm - one night stands with out of tune instruments in a room with blue wallpaper, released March 5, 2002
lyrics & vocals by Brad Hamers
production by Slomoshun
2002

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brad hamers Portland, Oregon

writer, music-maker, collage-maker,, performance-maker, loud dreamer, mental gymnast

(member of: Through Flames, Child Of No Nation, Cat Child, Dust On Snow, Two Ton Sloth, Phlegm and Al Límite Collective)

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