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Man and Wife, The Former (Financial Planning)

It's night but I can't stay asleep like you do, straight through till morning when you pour my coffee and say "Baby, all that caffeine causes bad dreams. Where all your anxieties are unleashed." Well lately my days aren't much better. I can't concentrate when I'm at work. I just think until my head hurts of the payment plans I'm making. I just wanted to provide for you. But if you want to make a run for it my love I'd cover you. And if you need money for bills, my lover, I could cover you. Cause I sold some shit. I'm saving up. We can that house next to the park. I'll get more hours at my dad's shop, yeah we'll plan for everything. And we'll enroll in that middle class. Get a compact car full of discount tags. If you're feeling trapped or too attached remember we wanted that. And if you need money for bills this month my love I'd cover you. And if you have to lie to everyone, well I would cover up for you. Cause we're growing up just like our parents before us. With your new job at the coffee shop we are ready for anything. And we'll graduate that middle class. Get a nicer car full of shopping bags. So if you're feeling sad, kind of detached, remember we wanted that, just remember we wanted it. Yeah I sold some shit. I'm saving up. We can get that house next to the park. With the extra hours I picked up we will pay for everything.

Manana

What you learned, what you read in their books, all they offered. What you saw when they told you to look, a final offer. Well today we are giving birth to a new future. Yes, today we are giving birth to our own future. We will learn. We will love. We will work to change each other. We will spread. We will cover the earth like air and water. Tomorrow is blank. We'll just fill it in with our own answers. If we are stopped, we'll just start again. That is the new offer. That's it. That is our final one.

Greater Omaha

Well traffic is kind of bad. They're widening Easy St. to fit more S.U.V.s. They're planting baby trees to grow to shady peaks. A little shelter from the sun or the upper tax bracket. Here on the cul-de-sac, we are not giving back until the community repents. Cause we can't take you out to lunch. You can work for us but you have eat'em all up. One more mouthful and we will be happy then. Out west they are moving dirt to make a greater Omaha. Another franchise sold so there are even more restaurants per capita. And they all have got a drive-thru. I mean who's got time to dine. Although the floors are clean and the color scheme, it compliments me every time. So no one starves in this cattle town. The semis pass making squealing sounds. And it's All U Can Eat and they be will never get enough. They'll be feeding us. They'll be feeding on us. One more mouthful and they will be happy then. All those golden fields, Lovely empty space, they're building drug stores now until none remains. I have been driving now for 100 blocks, saw 50 Kum and Go's, 60 parking lots. One more mouthful and I'm sure they will be happy then. Just one more. Just one more.

Man and Wife, The Latter (Damaged Goods)

I'm growing out my hair like it was when I was single. It was longer than I'd known you. I had no money then. I had no worries then at all. But with such high standards of living I just feel like I am dying. I would start and argument but you can barely even talk. But there is always good reason for your silence. You have to take care of some business. So I fix your plate and I stay out of the way. And you will stay like that forever, right in front of your computer. You'll look up one day but you won't recognize me. So now you want to change. You read a letter from a lawyer. Want to take me out to dinner. Want to bury me under a mound of shopping bags. Like it would really make a difference or make up for your disinterest. I'm a bill to pay. I'm a contract you can't break. And it is like I'm under water or on and endless escalator. I just go up and up but I don't ever reach the top. And it reads just like the bible, twenty centuries of scandal, I guess it all depends on how you interpret it. The word is LOVE. The word is LOSS. The words are DAMAGED GOODS. That is what I am. A lifetime gets chalked-up to an experience, coincidence, we are chained to the events. That's it.

Mall of America

They say it's murder on your fold career to make a rock record with the Disappeared. We'll let the police helicopters pull the stereos out of the lake. There not an image that I must defend. There are no art forms now just capitalism. So send the National Guard to the Mall of America. And they can dress dead bodies up in tight designer jeans. Diesel! Prada!!! It looks good. It looks good. Yeah it does. I'm gonna lie down with the commons sound. I'm gonna bury my blues so it's never found. I'm gonna learn to pay attention to the television sets. And if my sadness needs a catalyst, I'll just uncover my eyes, so much stimulus. And at the shopping epicenter I have an agoraphobic fit. So buy a fountain soda, put some sugar on my tongue. I'll wake up and write some songs with no soul. With no soul.

The Happiest Place on Earth

I want to pledge allegiance to the country where I live. I don't want to be ashamed to be American. But opportunity, no it don't exist. It's the opiate of the populace. We need some harder shit now, the truth is getting around, and each public school is a halfway house. Where the huddled masses sober up and up. Enough? There's not enough to the cows and feed all of us. It's just a rationing of luck. What can't be bought gets raffled off. Oh God, good God shed greed on thee, your shining sea turned a dirty green from the industry off the shores of New Jersey. I got a letter from the army so I think that I'll enlist. I'm not brave or proud of nothing, I just want to kill something. Too bad that nowadays you just point and click. Swing Lo satellite, hot white chariot! In the computer's blue glare, the bombs burst in the air. There was a city once, now nothing is there. Our freedom comes at their expense. It makes sense does it? Dollars and cents. They're stretching barbed wire across the picket fence that is surrounding your housing development. Just in case you lack the confidence. Oh God, my God, give strength to thee, these amber waves, purple majesty, are nothing but backdrops for Disney. Well looks up close. It is super imposed on a blank blue screen. It is a fantasy, fucking magical. The dream floats like a chemical through each snapped synapse. Our television past that is beautiful no more. No more.

Survival of the Fittest / It's a Jungle Out There

He hides in his suit like a Snake in the grass. His sales-pitch-fork-tongue-hissed. Now the Wolves wear their name tags, they are hunting in packs. Herding their prey up the aisles and back. They're smiling. Their teeth are showing. While the Doctors and Lawyers like Vultures descend. They swoop down to the scene of the car accident to pick the victims to pieces. Then there is the sly silver Fox makes his money tele-scamming Notch Babies. He says, "The end is near, buy my policy. I'll make you young again. I'll make you young again." Take the cash from my hand. Hear the register sing and the roar of the Lion logo on the screen. He's hungry. I should buy some popcorn. So I exit the dark feeling blind in the sun. And the Bobcats look tired. They ate their fill of asphalt because we need more parking with so many up the pulpit Rams and Bugs. The news cameras capture Guerilla warfare. Eagles into buildings crash landed. Despair is all that there is now. In a cubical cage that smells like a Rat, whose smiles gets bigger along with you debt. Don't take it personal. It's just business.

$$$$

Propped up at the pulpit, a speech to please the poles, with coca-cola trickling down my throat. Well, would you save all of your bottles if I promised a refund? It's gonna come. I swear. I swear. I swear. I swear that is it. If you've got a special interest, there is influence I could sell. Just like water takes the shape where it is held. I'm overflowing with ambition but I got to keep in mind the bottom line is the dollar signs. And big, bright lights. Inequality franchised. The next location is mine. We're gonna lower costs. It's a work of art, our giant, golden arch. I'm gonna start a factory the size of a country. I'm gonna teach them all to work for liberty. Oh but I'm not one for handouts. No, they got to pay their dues. They can make our shoes. And then we'll walk on you you. Always on the move. We heard that business will bloom if some people are removed. I know there's all body types but we have just one size. I don't care if it's tight. It's the dollar signs and the big, bright lights. Inequality franchised. Every location is mine. You just do your part. From a line. Let's march under the golden arch. March! March! March! March!

Hole in One

The man at the bank said "Let's not talk percentages. You work a fourteen hour day and still have two mortgages. You asked the state for aid and they gave you and ad campaign that didn't help." So you took you family and joined in the urban sprawl. Now you can't see that stars as well but you're near the mall. You don't know where you stand no more. In line at some convenient store that is way too long. You used to work you land, fed thousands of mouths. Now you eat their shit for the money. Now you emptied your heart to fill your bank account. Well I should talk. I'm just the same. You can buy my records down at the corporate chain. I tell myself I shouldn't be ashamed but I am. So adolescence made her an activist. Now she is the one who does all the lecturing. "Those assholes got their eighteen holes! You should have told them to dig one more! Your dream is dead!" She won't eat their food or wear their clothes. She always wants to know where her money goes, but will shell it out for filling up her nose. So run it up. I'll run my mouth, but never mind the shit that I sing about because I'd sell myself to buy a fucking house. Twelve thousand square foot, four car garage. Tennis court and swimming pool in the back yard. I know it can seem like a lot but that is why I pay someone to clean it up. We're gonna clean it up. My big house.