Poor Lily (2011)

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Recorded at Exeter Recordings in Freehold, N.J. by Joe Dell’Aquilla in 2010 and 2011
Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering

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    there is a trap door
    in this song
    there is a kill switch
    in this song
    among the hidden messages
    there is a message
    and while you pretend
    to not be looking
    the song pretends
    you don’t exist
    do you exist?
    I can say anything I want
    I can do anything I want
    I’ve got a trap door
    I know where it’s hidden
    you don’t
    but I’m too afraid
    I won’t leave
    the hinges are rusty
    they need WD40
    I’d make too much noise
    and you’d follow me
    did you hear that?
    do you follow me?

    2.5 SONG
    I got home and the cockroaches
    had enough of it
    I caught one cleaning
    the crust off the stove
    I got home and she had enough of it
    I caught her in a corner
    with a hammer and my CDs
    is this really as low as it goes?
    it’s unknown the unknown
    I got home and I decided
    I had enough of it
    I ripped the hissing radiator
    off the wall
    I threw it into my television
    and picked up my guitar
    and I smashed every fucking thing I own
    is this really as low as it goes?
    it’s unknown the unknown
    sometimes it takes seeing the bottom

    800 JERKS
    I got not that much room in my mind
    my 10 mile head is only 6 inches wide
    inflated mouths hang off my hide
    I need to cut the ballast and throw it over the side
    I can’t cut em all out of my life, they multiply
    a virus darkens my whole blood red sky
    drain my brain out through my spine
    gone is Mr. Nice and Grinning Guy
    I gotta cut em all out
    I can’t cut em all out
    800 jerks

    hey mommy I want a machine gun
    hey daddy give me an atom bomb
    all the soldiers in the world
    could surround me and shoot me down
    people could come up and look at my corpse
    and something else about heart strings
    I got a pistol
    I got an H-BOMB
    I got an Uzi
    I’m a rocket-fueled god
    get the guns you need now

    we never just get there
    we all lose some beauty on the way
    the devil takes his cut and leaves behind some shame
    you wanna talk about forces?
    there’s always some assembly required
    even if you’re together at the start
    there’s always some new proposition
    designed to tax more beats off your heart
    you wanna talk about forces?
    there’s truth in gravity

    the gravestones are floating
    the protests are building
    hey fucko
    love nonsense
    the protests are floating
    the gravestones are building
    I’m alright and you seem OK

    well I’ve been thinking about becoming a maniac
    I’ve been thinking about becoming a president
    sanity is for the insane
    at 3AM I need a 6 to keep me OK
    wander around the Bronx for days
    sanity is for the insane
    I’ve been thinking of becoming a messiah
    maniacs decide to sleep
    presidents decide to sleep
    CEOs decide to sleep
    I’m never gonna get to sleep

    the mad, I humbly invite
    to light your head on fire with me
    here's all you need:
    the first step is materials
    you can use gasoline
    with matches or torches or a stove
    yer gonna need a bucket of liquid
    to squelch the flames
    preferably nothing over 80 proof
    would you douse me if I douse you?
    would you light me if I light you?
    got a light?
    now your onto step 2
    you need the right setting and a friend
    somewhat crazy, someone like you
    remember safety first
    grasp your lighter firmly, 2 hands
    light, run around, 20 seconds tops
    stop drop roll and dunk yer head in yer liquid
    once again I recommend under 80 proof
    would you douse me if I douse you?
    Would you light me if I light you?
    do it for salvation
    do it to heal your pain
    do it if you’re bored

    I get attacked by a lot of dogs
    dogs ain’t gods
    I’ve got a memory like an elephant
    with a steel trap mind
    I hate doctors
    I perform my own surgeries
    if you want it done, do it yourself
    I make out alright
    I’m not a monster
    I kill monsters
    I’m not a monster
    I’m a regular guy
    I don’t vote
    I don’t care
    I cut my own hair
    I knew a guy who stopped trying
    then he failed so I stopped
    but then I tried
    I’m above ground now
    I’ll be home soon
    I’ll be drunk soon
    normal usual customary habitual routine typical common conventional constant even keeled unvarying innocent regular

    I keep trying to kill tomorrow today
    I’m crawling cross the end of my last day
    I had to do it, I needed the money
    I had to give away all I could give
    I had to do it I needed the money
    I had no soul but I had money
    we are the monkey on the bomb
    riding to oblivion

    why don’t you stick a needle in my head
    and extract my point of view?
    a conscious decision to be weirder
    is still a conscious decision
    like loving yer hate
    or working long hours perfectly messing up yer hair
    this year let’s do nothing and not brag about it
    I’m outta my mind, but that’s alright
    I’ve got time to obsess over my hated
    I’m trying real hard to stop trying
    but my mind is a T-shirt factory
    I’m loving my hate
    and working long hours perfectly messing up my hair
    this year let’s do nothing and not brag about it
    pretty little uniform

    they're gonna test what you believe
    they’re gonna try to dissuade
    they’re gonna test what you say
    they’re gonna call you out and twist you to suit their ways
    I want to destroy
    I'm gonna go atomic speed
    I've gotta shield my mind from the evils of the FCC
    right on now I’ve got it and it’s right on you
    right on now it’s right on you
    they’re gonna test what you wanna be
    they’re gonna try to delete
    they’re gonna test your uncertainty
    they’re gonna drag you out and pound shit into your brain
    you’re just a decoy
    a covert attempt to be a part of mankind
    like me you fucking thief

    the body is a god thing
    the body is a good thing
    fucking is a god thing
    fucking is a good thing
    I deal with the god things
    fucking the good things
    religion ands sex
    I like my religion
    with a whole lotta sex


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