Gerta (2007):
“Building an Aeroplane without Prior Knowledge”
(Do I look appropriate?)
Stay here, Dolores.
And I'll be here. For you always.
We'll cower into corners.
Like spiders of emotion.
It's a shame that your lover was an infidel.
Sordid is the mind of the infidel.
And if you cross me, you'll go hungry.
I may be wicked, but I ain't lonely.
Baby shot a Balkan man straight from the heart.
Tell those motherfuckers that we torched the farm.
Singing, boom-shaka-laka, what's my name?
Boom-shaka-laka, it don't read the same.
I got a problem with your philosophy.
Where every promise is a catastrophe.
Nary a blessing and I'm down on my luck.
You can do the watutsi, I don't give a fuck.
Cause that's what love is.
She's the kind of girl who likes to have fun.
Masturbating with a loaded gun.
The folly of the fallen tribes,
Makes us giddy nearly every time.
Its so sexy. It's strangely dignified.
And it makes me want you more.
If you turn on me, I will turn on you and cry,
Why? Why? Why?
If you turn on me, I will turn on you and cry,
Why? Why? Why?
“Elizabeth”
Elizabeth, I wish you had stayed.
To think of all the mistakes that we could have made.
No there's a void, but them's the breaks.
The part of me that was erased is the one that most aches.
Elizabeth was within my reach.
Stood on her side of the desk and delivered my speech.
The love I sought, did not exist.
She squeezed the blood from heart which she held in her fist.
She said, “Be gone.”
Elizabeth, the enchantress of scorn.
We'll return to the old drawing boards from which we were born.
They'll draw your loins against my face.
That's all we'll ever amount to on this tiny space.
Your nervous legs around my neck.
And I'll forever wish we could be more than just what they'd expect.
“Missing Link”
Sorry,
I want to ride that pony. (x3)
Let him fly.
What's it mean, to stay?
In this cursed place?
We were taught to feel.
By all those not real.
I want to ride that pony. (x3)
Let him fly.
We salute you Missing Link, keep in touch.
We salute you Missing Link, life and such.
We salute you Missing Link, far too much.
We salute you Missing Link.
Oh God I think I love you, don't you care?
We salute you Missing Link, keep in touch.
We salute you Missing Link, life and such.
We salute you Missing Link, far too much.
We salute you Missing Link.
“Darling Uvula”
Going nowhere, going nowhere I should be.
Should have known that, should have known you'd come for me.
I know you feel released, but you really shouldn't boast.
At least not to me. If you're living with a ghost,
It's a tragedy!
She took all my money, all my money!
And when we dance, we dance for them.
Yes it's only for applause, like everything.
With a wicked little cause from a fragile family,
She took all my money, all my money!
Always my girl. And I'd love to see you, I'd love to see you.
Always my girl. And I'd love to hold you, I'd love to hold you.
Always my girl. Though I treat you cruelly I love you truly.
Always my girl. And I'd love to share you, I'd love to share you.
Gutless commie, who sleeps with his mommy. And that's a fact.
Stuck in the middle of a corpse and widow, my eggs gone flat (goddamn)
Having a ball with Charlie DeGaulle, yeah he' so cruel.
My darling's a uvula, moje en la lluvia.
Oh!
After all these years my dear you'll never know the way I feel about you.
“Shasta Fantastique”
(Instrumental)
“Killer's Cousin versus the Faults of Tomorrow”
The corpses submit their prayers
and open up their hearts tonight
Sweet baby no toss and turn will suit you
We will hold you near
The thought of these dying screams enrich you
Wait by mommy's side
I need you it's getting dark and eerie
I am filled with fright
The lies and deceit all fall at my feet. My girl it's the best I can do.
You'll be lonely for me. And I'll be lonely for you.
Such a lovely--used to be so god-like til she grew.
Into a gal, who could not find out the truth.
Is the morning after like the one that came before?
But there's nothing like the one you knew before.
I had all these plans, I was not waiting up for you.
They could make me, they could break me.
And I hope you do.
I call you. It's you. I love you too.
That's my only concession too.
“Saluting the Better Half”
And so I took my eye off of the prize.
Now I get to sleep in past sunrise.
And I'm not coming out tonight to say, “hey.”
I hate your racist friends and your dad's a sleeze.
And I can't sit there quietly without feeling weak.
Did I not say you were cut above?
They're giving me grief for making time stand still.
As if it wasn't even mine to kill.
I don't mind, your all mad by design.
Crawling next to me she said, “God I wish that I were dead.”
Crawling next to me she said, “God I wish that I were you.”
Crawling next to me she said, “God I wish that you were dead.”
I got a temper I can't explain.
I like to spit into the falling rain.
Just knowing that there's a fool to blame.
To make one's bed is just a figure of speech.
What I mean to say is what I hide in the sheets.
It's just a primal curiosity.
Crawling next to me she said, “God I wish that I were dead.”
Crawling next to me she said, “God I wish that I were you.”
Crawling next to me she said, “God I wish that you were dead.”
And I can hear you at my back door.
Yes I can feel you coming back for more.
And yes it's your turn to crawl through the dirt.
And yes it's your turn to hurt.
“TITATE”
Drops of wine, numb your surly spine.
Makes us friends again. From time to time.
By his good grace, you come from the master race.
It's the least you could do to get away. The least is enough.
Father Dan, could not understand.
That vital difference between a boy and man.
We got caught, paddled and cataloged.
It's a difficult way to start. I think I've paid enough.
Now let me in!
When children die, God gets alibis.
Mommies get wicked, which makes your papa cry.
And just take your bird, to the holy church, place him on that holy perch.
Will he shit or sing?
That's it, that's all, that's everything.
“For the Love of”
Got no reason to dope. Now I've got no feelings to show.
If you know, what you know, and you think it's for sure.
Then let me out, let me out, let me out . . . slow
Got no reason to dope. Now I've got no feelings to show.
(The tension of strings will draw you near
a murmur of pride and selfish tears.
The darkness of night seems so trite,
the failures are only ours to try)
Round the ghosts, round the ghosts.
Bag the ones you hate most.
Let them die, let them die, let them be loathed.
“Tillie Unite Us”
Had a threesome in my dream. With Bettie Page and Steve McQueen
We were just letting off some steam.
When all the skies they parted, upon the broken hearted,
There was a song that started making sense to every one.
We saw the financial elite, teach children how to rub their feet.
And talk the walk that can't be beat.
While all us hopeless sinners, relied on TV dinners,
Believing we're the winners.
They're not really happy, are they?
There's a reason for me to exist.
Makes me need a friend.
And so I drink the milk of kings, performing on my broken strings.
And bathe myself in finer things.
I am the secret garden. If I may beg your pardon.
Let's start with introductions.
Sparkling star's my middle name.
There's a reason for me to exist.
Makes me need a friend.
“Shaking Hands with Shelby Foote”
Be cool at rest. There's no shame in being 6 billionth best.
Off you go. Off you go. Where nobody ever knows.
And I suppose, that you're fed up just like me.
Can't keep your head up just like me.
They'll give you credit soon as you've ceased to be.
Don't believe me?
Sure we've got less. We can always say we gave it our best.
Off we go. Off we go, where nobody ever knows.
And I supposed, that your fed up just like me.
Can't keep your head up just like me.
They'll give us credit soon as we cease to be.
Don't believe me? Well, just wait and see.
The autumn kills, all the newly risen daffodils.
So it goes, so it goes. Where nobody ever knows.
And I suppose, that we're just fed up like the rest.
Who get to say they gave their best.
I'll take the credit for our lack of success.
