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The man with the woman head Polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out, a mixture of Oriental and early vaudeville jazz poofter, forming a hard, beetle-like triangular chin much like a praying mantis. Smoky razor-cut, low on the ear neck profile. The face the color of a nicotine-stained hand. Dark circles collected under the wrinkled, folded eyes, map-like from too much turquoise eyepaint. He showed his old tongue through ill-fitting wooden teeth, stained from too much opium, chipped from the years. The feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers. A piece of cocoanut in a pink seashell caught the tongue and knotted into thin white strings.Read More →

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Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee The pond shined dry like a ladies compact Lilies leaped like flat green hearts with white hearts Squirting yellow pollen…cocks… Ferns ran like cool spades.. fossils. ..away from rocks Bees echoed dark carbon hums that dashed in nothing Gnats fucked my ears ‘n nostrils Hit my brain like hones ‘n numbed t’ nothing Wings stuck on liquid bones Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee The moon poured hollow down my milky leg Splashed still ‘n moved The wind peed down the willows ‘n pricked the needle vine The monkeyRead More →

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Fast goes fast Slow goes slow Alright now, do the Low Yo Yo Yo Yo Now do the Low Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Like that girl standing on the corner Trying to get a ride to the other side When way down underneath All she had to do was move her pretty feet And do the Low Yo Yo Yo Yo Alright baby, do your Low Yo Yo with all your stuff Now, baby, do your Low Yo Yo Stuff Now, baby, it’s in your being Whether you’re long, tall, short or skinny Sometimes it’s rough You mean to tell me it’s thatRead More →

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Stopped by your house, saw your lamp lit Not a sign of you in it Where could you go at this hour? Has all our love lost its power? I said I’d be here with a flower Streetlamps flutter like fireflies I wish I hadn’t a told you all of those love lies Where could you go at this hour? Has all our love lost its power? I miss you more hour by hour The roses seem to smell sour Streetlamps flutter like fireflies I wished I hadn’t a told you all of those love lies Stopped by your house, saw your lamp lit NotRead More →

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Woman like long neck bottles And a big head on her beer I don’t like to talk about my women But I hold that woman dear Well, one night she go to drinking Got out and shot up the town I’ll be damned if she didn’t Bring an airplane down I don’t like to talk about my woman But this one sure could chug ’em down I don’t like to talk about my woman But this one sure could chug ’em down One night she started drinking Down by the river She dried up the river And backed the ocean down I don’t like toRead More →

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Now Little Scratch was a cat that never made the mat But he sure had a real good time All the chicks on the block used to watch his pockets flop But they never heard the ring of a coin Well he was tattered and thin But all of the men Were jealous of his natural charm You could always see him on the street With a beautiful dish on each arm Jealous of his natural charm Well he never had a dime But he sure made time He had a beautiful dish on each arm Well he was tattered and thin But all ofRead More →

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Rather than I want to hold your hand, I wanna swallow you whole ‘n I wanna lick you everywhere it’s pink ‘n everywhere you think Whole kit ‘n kaboodle ‘n the kitchen sink Heaven’s sexy as hell Life is integrated, Goes together so well ‘n so on Well, I’m gonna go on ‘n do my washing Well, now you may think I’m crazy but I want you to Lick my decals off baby ‘n I don’t want you to be lazy ’cause it’s drivin’ me crazy ‘n this song ain’t no sing-song It’s all about the birds ‘n the bees ‘n where it went allRead More →

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Two lips in a haystack And the moon up above It’s dark and you’re blushing Aren’t you my love The crickets are fiddling About in the night They’re playing a sweet song Kiss me tonight Kiss me my love Kiss me my love Let the man in the moon Tell of our love Two lips in a haystack And the moon up above It’s dark and you’re blushing Aren’t you my love (1971) Transcribed by Ben Waters Recorded October/November 1971 – The Spotlight Kid outtake – unreleased. Also known as ‘Two Lips in a Haystack’ or ‘Two Rips in a Haystack’. A cover version byRead More →

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Yellow and orange and Well they taste so good I want to eat ’em And they taste so good I get to need ’em Can-can-can-candy candy Candy corn yellow and orange and candy corn yellow and orange and candy be reborn be reformed Roses thorn, stains stains stains warn. (1967) Transcribed by John Ellis and CBM. Originally made available at Justin Sherill’s Home Page Replica. Last line courtesy John French.Read More →

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I wanna find me a woman who’ll hold my big toe till I have to go I wanna find a blue swirl plastic ocarina About five miles long And play with them sweet potatoes all night long ’cause them yams have all them eyes that yawn ‘yearn down yonder below the ground ‘n their golden hair is ah dirty brown I wanna find me a woman that’ll hold my big toe till I go I wanna hold me a woman that’ll find my big toe Till I have to go ‘n sow my last sweet potato. (1970) Originally made available at Justin Sherill’s Home PageRead More →

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Ink mathematics grey mass ecstatics noggin elastics cerebral tatics cranium classics brainium domics denizen omics grey massmatics quantum puree it’s plain to feel hard to see fission antics abombastics death antiques wrong deductions poor instructions mass destructions peace antiques singing ink mathematics hop along with me ink mathematics moon to a flea ink mathematics I breathe black and white day and night grey gymnastics ink math ah ratics mathfantastics ink mathematics moon to a flea ink mathematics hop along with me ink mathematics moon to a flea (1982) Transcribed by Lloyd Veerman.Read More →

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The moon was a drip on a dark hood ‘N they were drivin’ around ‘n around Vital Willy tol’ Weepin’ Milly I’m gonna booglarize you baby I’m gonna booglarize you baby If I can find ah place t’ park my machine Out ah town Milly tol’ Willy come on over t’my house I’ll slow your machine right down ‘Cause listen Vitals gives me the Willies Drivin’ around ‘n around Drivin’ around n’ around If you keep beatin’ around the bush You’ll lose your push If you keep beatin’ around the bush You’ll lose your push The moon was ah drip on ah dark hood TheRead More →

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(so sad baby so glad girl) When you first came round I was sad My head hung down I felt really bad Now I’m glad, glad about the good times that we’ve had Walked in the park kissed in the dark leaves burned just like just like a spark Now I’m glad glad about the good times that we’ve had You went away I cried night and day for what you done I had to pay Left me so blue I don’t know where to go or what to do please come back and let the sun shine through Sun passed behind a cloud IRead More →

Ice Cream For Crow as imagined by OpenAI

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Originally appeared on Ice Cream for Crow It’s so hot looks like you have three beaks crow the moon’s so full white hat on a pumpkin you know there’s something the moon was a stone’s throw stop the show I need to say hello to the crow light the fire piano the moon showed up and it started to show tonight there’d be ice cream ice cream for crow ice cream for crow sun cream by day ice cream for crow ice cream by night ice cream by day the sun ain’t stable ice cream for crow crow pants the scarecrow crow dance ah hoRead More →

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She can burn you up in bed Just like she said Cos she’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head She can throw uh pot t’show(?) She can start a fire aglow Cos she’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head She puts her head into the fire Makes you red hot perspire Cos she’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head She was burnt before she was born Burnin’ up a storm Cos she’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head Lick out like flame ‘n’ burn you to a shame ‘n’ bite the burnin’ flame Things are burnin’ big She’s a red hotRead More →

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Why, not even a rustler’d have anything to do with this branded bum steer world this pirate flag headlong disaster course vessel misguided charted this nautical numbskull hull sink in silence smoke – blow your chest out in hope sits spread-eagle on poor men piled high on truth mountain – last link in clarity’s chain you’ll not be thrown but dive and sink your pockets filled with earthly burdens when they could be filled with light and back with wings the sky is dark in daytime and still the blackbird’s beauty lyrics clean sing ye brothers and end this miserable thing and brush the darkRead More →

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Strawwood claw rattlin’ m’ jaw I can’t call it usin’ It’s just sumptin’ soothin’ Feather times uh feather Mornin’ time t’ thaw Hobo chang ba Hobo chang ba Standin’ still is losin’ Feather times a feather Mornin’ time t’ thaw Strawwood claw rattlin’ m’ jaw Hobo chang ba Hobo chang ba Hobo chang ba ‘o Hobo chang ba ‘o Stand t’ gain m’ ground Lay t’ rest the law The ocean is m’ mother ‘n the freight train is m’ paw Hobo chang ba Hobo chang ba ‘o Hobo chang ba The rails I ride ‘r rustin’ The new sunrise m’ trustin’ The rails IRead More →

Hey Garland I Dig Your Tweed Coat as imagined by OpenAI

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Hey Garland, I dig your tweed coat. I’ll trade you a domino this size, mothball-scented. The woman silk nude tie painting his chest. One celluloid stay exposed through his nibbled collar. Feet speckled the sidewalk. Faces gurgled through windows. Passing cars gum rubber streaks. Neon plants swim like green seaweed to a deep rhythm of blues. Red thyroid sunsets, flame in speckled chemistry. Pipes run off dark tubes. Erase into marks that pour the dye of darkness. Crystal comes together as silent as ink. “I don’t think I could let it go. I got it at the religious scene” Teeth let go, tobacco juice, anRead More →

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I look at her and she looks at me In her eyes I see the sea I can’t see what she sees in a man like me She says she loves me Her eyes Her eyes Her eyes are a blue million miles Far as I can see She loves me Her eyes Her eyes Her eyes are a blue million miles Far as I can see She loves me I look at her and she looks at me In her eyes I see the sea I can’t see what she sees in a man like me She says she loves me Her eyes HerRead More →