scotus done fucked me up shitting in my bedroom pop scotus done fucked me up shitting in my bedroom pop i quit smoking, i quit drinking i quit toking, i stop thinking i’m Tony Kushner, i’m Nomi Malone scotus done fucked me up shitting in my bed some things last a long time but i won’t, you won’t how can we be in many, many places at once at once, at once Selena Quintanilla is god Jennifer Lopez is jesus christ the holy motherfucking ghost is a woman, a woman the holy motherfucking ghost is a woman, a woman Nomi Malone i’m Tony Kushner and scotus done fucked me up shitting in my bedroom pop scotus done fucked me up shitting in my bedroom pop scotus done fucked me up shitting in my bedroom pop scotus done fucked me up shitting in my bedroom pop i quit smoking, i quit drinking i quit toking, i stop thinking i’m Tony Kushner if you ever feel you don’t understand well that’s just the way this shit is i don’t understand, i don’t understand why life is trying, i do, i do, i do, i do luck like that, lost in the Jandek lost in me, climate's on fire i’m gonna tell ya, a friend of Dorothy i’m gonna tell ya, a friend of Dorothy i’m gonna tell ya, a friend of Dorothy i’m gonna tell ya, a friend of Dorothy Selena Quintanilla is god Jennifer Lopez is jesus christ

you got that eyeshadow of Liz Taylor rocking pantsuits like its 20 years later you’re a trailblazer, trailblazer and they ask me what i do in my free time my weekends resort to nothing but i’m slow blinking with Pazuzu and i’m writing a song dandelion going by, could linger why it’s making impressions another iteration, a repetition that you know damned if you do or if you don’t, stream of consciousness with a heavy flow ice cycles, flurry snows eating at your throat shine on like a crazy diamond eye in the sky, black velvet night thunder rolling with eternal flame god, how i miss the lightning time long stretch endless to now eye in the mind, memories on high fumble through section 8 god, how i miss the lingering of the madness stop fixating on the shit that’s eating at you you should get yourself together in case you thought otherwise, as you do it’s okay to not be remembered look like germ from above look like germ from above look like germ from above look like germ from above oh, it’s crazy how little we know about everyone it’s crazy how little even though we’re Warhol celebrities now say it for me, say it for me, say it for me, say it for me baby let’s go through the bleach stain cosmos fear is a demon, could figure why it’s making an impression lost in translation, no longer into control how would you learn to grow, damned if you do or don’t damned if you do or don’t, stream of nothing in a draw ignorance has no flow, dry sand clogging at your throat damned if they do, damned if they don’t look like germ from above (‘cause hate seems to stay) look like germ from above (tho it seems to change shape) look like germ from above (hate seems to change) look like germ from above (but it stays the same) think of Frankenstein monster with your dull pitchfork keyboards the only stitches on my face from the switches of a white supremacist rage stop fixating on the shit that’s eating at you you should get yourself together in case you thought otherwise, as you do it’s okay to not be remembered look like germ from above look like germ from above look like germ from above look like germ from above oh, it’s crazy how little we know about everyone it’s crazy how little even though we’re Warhol celebrities now say it for me, say it for me, say it for me, say it for me baby let’s go through the bleach stain cosmos damned if you do, or don’t either way, you gotta let it show damned if you do, or don’t you got to let your freak flag show damned if you do, or don’t either way, you gotta let it show damned if you do, or don’t you got to let your freak flag show oh, it’s crazy how little we know about everyone it’s crazy how little even though we’re Warhol celebrities now say it for me, say it for me, say it for me, say it for me baby let’s go through the bleach stain cosmos baby let’s go through the bleach stain cosmos let’s go through the bleach stain cosmos

And all at once I knew I knew at once I knew he needed me Until the day I die I won't know why I knew he needed me It could be fantasy, oh Or maybe it's because He needs me, he needs me He needs me, he needs me He needs me, he needs me It's like a dime a dance I'll take a chance I will because he needs me No one ever asked before Before because they never needed me (But I do) But he does Maybe it's because he's so alone Maybe it's because he's never had a home He needs me, he needs me He needs me, he needs me He needs me, he needs me For once, for once in life I've finally felt That someone needed me And if it turns out real Then love can turn the wheel Because He needs me, he needs me He needs me, he needs me He needs me, he needs me He needs me, he needs me He needs me, he needs me He needs me, he needs me * * * written by Harry Nilsson vocals by Shelley Duvall

summer mornings feel just right chill of the skin feeling just right it’s brief before the meeting of the dock i treasure the seconds of the twenty seconds what kind of omen is it when you see six snakes in the span of only two weeks, everything that you do is the cycle of the mental gain you in your best sense being beyond promise it’s what’s wild of you and your perfectness messing with my sense, it’s why i love you on the highest throne setting change to the wind it’s you busting syllables in scheme outschemed oh, then you say my name, and oh i’m high, high, high, high what kind of omen is it when you see six snakes in the span of only two weeks and everything that you do is romantic and your circadian rhythm is changed the way that a wind is whispering your name and songs and poems that you think are there forever and they’re racking through your brain some of the mornings i don’t feel quite right there’s something deep within and i’m not feeling right it’s brief before the meeting at the end of a shift i treasure the seconds of the last twenty what kind of omen is it when you see six snakes in the span of only two weeks, everything that you do is the cycle of the mental gain what kind of omen is it when you see six snakes in the span of only two weeks and everything that you do is romantic and your circadian rhythm is changed the way that a wind is whispering your name and songs and poems that you think are there forever and they’re racking through your brain there’s a different world inside your bubble, now baby there’s a different world that’s outside your bubble there’s a different world inside your bubble, now baby there’s a different world that’s outside your bubble treasure the seconds feeling just right summer mornings are my favorite time to be alive the wind that gets chilly outright and though i think i’m gonna fall, fall, fall i’m okay with it all, i’m high, high, high, high what kind of omen is it when you see six snakes in the span of only two weeks and everything that you do is romantic and your circadian rhythm is changed the way that a wind is whispering your name and songs and poems that you think are there forever and they’re racking through your brain

i started talking to my mama again and she’s been talking with that Jesus again abiding by the new testament living by the words in red last she did this was after 9/11 knock on the door of the soul or whatever that prayer was on your bedroom wall as a kid i am a 90s child, 2000s teen 2010s adult, and now a ‘20s queen in the making i am sure that you haven’t heard this before the world was so different before you were born typical millennial 9/11 bullshit typical millennial 9/11 bullshit typical millennial 9/11 bullshit typical millennial 9/11 malaise i started 70s country rock on shuffle since the Billboard seems to be the norm ‘Desperado’ by the Eagles came on flashback to Samantha Neeley on the stage of a mandatory elementary school thing the towers fallen just a couple days ago the grown-ups said they’re on their way again the teachers were crying as she sang and a projector showed an image of a flag, an eagle and a ‘proud to be an american’ picfont thing it was so fucking camp, it was so fucking camp it was so fucking camp i am a 90s child, 2000s teen 2010s adult, and now a ‘20s queen in the making i am sure that you haven’t heard this before the world was so different before you were born typical millennial 9/11 bullshit typical millennial 9/11 bullshit typical millennial 9/11 bullshit typical millennial 9/11 malaise it’s the way that they talked like we were all dead it was the way that we lived like we were all dead thought i’d be hot stuff and that men’d be at my bussy but looking in the mirror i’m feeling more like Nathan Lane in ‘The Birdcage’ crossed with Prior from ‘Angels in America’ even re-enacting ‘Belle et la Bête’ in my closet my head spins in circles so much i’m surely crazy like the best of the them, writing great songs so natural i’m starting to feel fucking lazy syllables and downtempo is all my brain is doing all day long stretchers are going insane when i’m not zoning out in compulsive fits dreaming about my death my head spins in circles so much it’s like a Johnny Clyde movie spins so much it’s like a Nelson Sullivan video spins so much it’s like my creativity is in eclipse and i am on that shit again i am a 90s child, 2000s teen 2010s adult, and now a ‘20s queen in the making i am sure that you haven’t heard this before the world was so different before you were born get your pencils ready typical millennial 9/11 bullshit typical millennial 9/11 bullshit typical millennial 9/11 bullshit typical millennial 9/11 bullshit typical millennial 9/11 bullshit

golden grass so crisp under my shoes like stepping on the thinnest glass hey, it’s percussive and it’s beautiful nothing ever lasts, HBO showed me nothing’s built to last, but whatever you want could be like standing in the middle of a room an angel or a demon or a motherfucking queen it’s commotion and it’s wonderful it’s commotion and it’s percussive and it’s beautiful i saw reflections of the window behind me in the glass of the window staring out into the blinds that are floating like a ghost in my backyard it makes me think of Eli Hayes and his movies Holden has a carousel about to combust like stepping on the strongest of flies hey, it’s regressive and its a story ever told nothing ever lasts, HBO showed me it’s commotion and it’s wonderful it’s commotion and it’s percussive and it’s beautiful i saw reflections of the window behind me in the glass of the window staring out into the blinds that are floating like a ghost in my backyard it makes me think of Eli Hayes and his movies of Eli Hayes and his movies of Eli Hayes and his movies of Eli Hayes and his movies i saw a reflection of the window behind me in the glass of the window staring out into my front yard the blinds are like a ghost over top golden grass it makes me think of Eli at his best with a crossfade somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody i saw reflections of the window behind me in the glass of the window staring out into the blinds that are floating like a ghost in my backyard it makes me think of Eli Hayes and his movies

now i lay me down to sleep hoping i never wake there’s a skyline i kinda recognize though i never really been there, and i thought about bacterial growth that toxicity that registers to me i wish i had that wanderlust, but home, home there’s never been a kansas to me rabbit hole if you wanna go down giallo brick road if you wanna go now you ain’t seen the best of me yet you ain’t seen me when i’m not depressed kim k. is now a milkmaid king james, he forever reigns it’s a pain, the noise of it all but i’m okay, i let myself fall over the rainbow, over the rainbow now i lay with you to sleep underneath the giving tree there’s a gold star i kind of reach for though i never wanted anything, and i thought they believed my belief, but no it’s white noise, ain’t it, that wind you hear wish i hadn’t been flung fuck out of here, from home there’s forever an emerald city for me rabbit hole if you wanna go down over the rainbow, a friend of Dorothy i know you ain’t see the best of me yet i don’t know myself when i’m not depressed kim k. is now a milkmaid king james can gtfo it’s a pain, it’s stupid white noise and i’m okay saying fuck you all over the rainbow, over the rainbow a friend of Dorothy, a friend of Dorothy and kim k. is now a milkmaid king james, he forever reigns i wish i was on another timeline but i’m fine, i’ve never had a home, it’s okay kim k. is now a milkmaid and king james is gone and i’m in pain, my back is sore but i’m okay, i let myself fall over the rainbow, over the rainbow a friend of Dorothy, a friend of Dorothy

in the bathroom scrolling through rym my head is sweating i’ve been sitting so long and my headphones are filling but i take another hit of that mkultra drop the lighter into the water it hits me so damn quick everything going under i am so off my rocker my company found dog food in my locker if my lunch is another Kind bar i might fly off the rails even farther storm clouds and electric in my head so angry when i can’t take my morning shit i think i’ll call in sick again loops and stimming are my one medicine in a classroom learning all the french my head is swimming and i’ve been learning too quick the lights in the room flickering and nobody seems to be noticing it losing control of this system sparks electrified going haywire in a forest near a waterfall, it’s folklore my body is so peaceful sitting on the moss the stream starts to pick up speed but i just feel it rise around me, it’s inevitable it’s the one trick-trick-tricky thing to come to terms with everything is going under i am so off my rocker my company found dog food in my locker if my lunch is another Kind bar i might fly off the rails even farther storm clouds and electric in my head so angry when i can’t take my morning shit i think i’ll call in sick again loops and stimming are my one medicine [Jurmainson’s “jump the shark”] i am so off my rocker my company found dog food in my locker if my lunch is another Kind bar i might fly off the rails even farther storm clouds and electric in my head so angry when i can’t take my morning shit i think i’ll call in sick again loops and stimming are my one medicine

they spoke to me in gospels underwritten a twisted mindset constructed by the bloody bends the air with a smell of a reluctant thunderstorm yet i still took to the rain, it’s beauty itself i was 20 years old when i first met the devil we made a deal unspoken, i signed myself away soulless i have been since that day yet i still look to reclaim myself in the process life’s got a stupid way of making its own poetry time’s so fucking crazy i hate to believe in it life’s got a stupid way of making it suck everyday it’s all so fucking crazy i just want to end it can’t believe you’d want to be with me i’m just the toxic waste of a gummo place love was depicted in broken ways love was depicted in broken ways you spoke to me in rhythms i understood a quest for myself and you were there with a ready hand the parking lot of a Starbucks in Cincinnati 2013 a kiss that first made me understand love itself it was 10 years ago - damn, it’s been 10 we made a deal just a few years after that; tears and tungsten bands the weather that day was like heaven, so warm and you were there in front of me, my superhero life’s got a stupid way of making its own poetry time’s so fucking crazy i hate to believe in it life’s got a stupid way of making its own poetry time’s so fucking crazy i hate to believe in this can’t believe you’d want to be with me i’m just the toxic waste of a gummo place love was depicted in broken ways love was depicted in broken ways can’t believe you’d want to be with me i’m just the toxic waste of a gummo place love was depicted in broken ways love was depicted in broken ways now i’m losing my interest in what that blood meant the teachings of the flesh and bone, i’m now all electricity elastic, dragging for filth any trash i need to dump and now Bandcamp is dead and i’m in purgatory and i don’t give a fuck maybe this’ll be the last of my breath elasticity and i’m ready to go the next step you spoke to me in rhythms i understood a quest for myself and you were there with a ready hand parking lot of a Starbucks in Cincinnati 2013 then sliding on that tungsten band in 2017 the weather that day was like heaven, so warm fuck all that from before can’t believe you’d want to be with me just the toxic waste of a gummo place you love me you love me you love me and i love you

i love the taste poor boy, bad taste it’s great being ahead nowadays reprints like Andy in his factory no, it’s not algorithmic no, it’s not disillusionment i am pure, i am true a truly american brand true, everything i’m about to say is true everything about to say is true everything i’m about to say is true true, everything i’m about to say is true everything about to say is true everything i’m about to say is true i know who killed me i know who killed me i know who killed me i know who killed me story time, bad education fate busting the rhythm nowadays fragments like Sulli in the fish eye no, it’s not algorithmic no, it’s not disillusionment i am pure, i am true a truly american brand no, it’s not that confusing no, it’s not disappointing i am pure, i am true a truly american brand i know who killed me i know who killed me i know who killed me i know who killed me i love the taste, love the taste love the taste of cough syrup i think i might make, i might make i might make a latte out of it i love the taste, love the taste love the taste of cough syrup i think i might make, i might make i might make a latte out of it true, everything i’m about to say is true everything about to say is true everything i’m about to say is true true, everything i’m about to say is true everything about to say is true everything i’m about to say is true i think i might make, i might make i might make a latte out of it Kenneth Anger, Nelson Sullivan Andy Warhol, Paul Morrissey (i know who killed me) George Michael, Richard O’Brien Jean Cocteau and Oscar Wilde (i know who killed me) James Dean, Bret Easton Ellis John Waters, Lou Reed (i know who killed me) John Grant, Perfume Genius and Gregg Araki (i know who killed me) don’t forget Gus Van Sant and ‘Midnight Cowboy’ on repeat don’t you forget ‘The Lost Boys’ and what it meant to you don’t forget that episode of ‘Goosebumps’ ‘The Haunted Mask’ and what it means to you and don’t you think that Marlena’s possession on ‘Days of Our Lives’ is what you are doomed to be what you’re doomed to be (i know who killed me) it’s what you’re doomed to be (i know who killed me) it’s what you’re doomed, doomed, doomed to believe (i know who killed me) story time, bad taste just wanna be under blankets with a cigarette watching ‘I Know Who Killed Me’ story time, bad education i love the taste of cough syrup think i might make a latte out of it

this boy moved into a town where everybody seemed strange and he found this circus abandoned on the outside of darkness and the fences around were torn so he walked on through scorned he follows this awfully strange crying in the distance and he finds the darkest tent and there sits by a vanity a crying clown this boy in a strange town life’s a circus, you’re abandoned then a mess, and a curse and my mama wrote me this story when i was so young there’s a power to the pen it’s all about you no matter what you think it’s about you

he’s my best friend my Lucifer friend we’ll meet in the end my Lucifer friend he’s my best friend my Lucifer friend we’ll meet in the end my Lucifer friend some see the stars shine high like an angel some see god and some see Lucifer i don’t believe in god and i don’t believe in Lucifer but he’s my best friend my Lucifer friend he’s my best friend my Lucifer friend we will meet in the end my Lucifer friend we’ll meet, my friend my Lucifer friend some see the stars shine high like an angel some see god and some see Lucifer i don’t believe in god and i don’t believe in Lucifer but he’s my best friend my Lucifer friend he’s my best friend my Lucifer friend we will meet in the end my Lucifer friend my Lucifer friend written by PLinteous (Leo Friberg)

With a corner to catch the subway And a corner to buy cigars And a corner to wait for the "Times" to come out And a corner to lean on cars It was something just left to the Mardi Gras When my friends and their friends were there But it's getting much too quiet Tonight on Sheridan Square I'm sure that it must mean something But it's really too soon to tell When somebody's gettin' famous While nobody's gettin' well And you can send my regrets to the party I'd like to make it, but just don't dare And why is it still so quiet Tonight on Sheridan Square? Johnny and Steve and Martin And a list that goes on too long Dennis and Bill and Barry You're the reason I wrote this song Some of the boys have panic But none of the boys leave town They say, "We're on the good ship Titanic We're gonna sing 'til the boat goes down." And if it ended before it started Well no one told us that life is fair And why is it still so quiet Tonight on Sheridan Square? Somebody make a note of this You people who know the trends The wild ones are turning lovers The lovers are turning friends And if some good rises out of everything Then the phoenix is rising there In the eyes that are scared, but softer Tonight on Sheridan Square Johnny and Steve and Martin And a list that goes on too long Dennis and Bill and Barry You're the reason I wrote this song When you carry a load like we do What's another few pounds to share? We can make it until the sun comes up And it will Over Sheridan Square * * * lyrics by Howard Ashman music by Alan Menken