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1. Ode To Divorce

The food that I’m eating is suddenly tasteless

I know I’m alone now

I know what it tastes like

So break me to small parts

Let go in small doses

But spare some for spare parts

There might be some good ones!

Like you might make a dollar

I’m inside your mouth now

Behind your tonsils

Peaking over your molars

You’re talking to her now

You’ve eaten something minty and you’re making that face that I like and you’re going in in for the kill kill

For the killer kiss kiss for the kiss kiss

I need your money, it will help me

I need your care and I need your love

So won’t you help a brother out

Won’t you help a brother out?

Won’t help a brother out, out, out, out, out

Just break me to small parts

Let go in small does

But spare some for spare parts

You might make a dollar

You might make a $

So won’t you help a brother out

Won’t you help a brother out?

Won’t you help a brother out, out, out, out, out

Just break me to small parts

Let go in small doses

But spare some for spare parts

There might be some good ones

You might make a $

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1. Ode To Divorce

The food that I’m eating is suddenly tasteless

I know I’m alone now

I know what it tastes like

So break me to small parts

Let go in small doses

But spare some for spare parts

There might be some good ones!

Like you might make a dollar

I’m inside your mouth now

Behind your tonsils

Peaking over your molars

You’re talking to her now

You’ve eaten something minty and you’re making that face that I like and you’re going in in for the kill kill

For the killer kiss kiss for the kiss kiss

I need your money, it will help me

I need your care and I need your love

So won’t you help a brother out

Won’t you help a brother out?

Won’t help a brother out, out, out, out, out

Just break me to small parts

Let go in small does

But spare some for spare parts

You might make a dollar

You might make a $

So won’t you help a brother out

Won’t you help a brother out?

Won’t you help a brother out, out, out, out, out

Just break me to small parts

Let go in small doses

But spare some for spare parts

There might be some good ones

You might make a $

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2. Poor Little Rich Boy

Poor little rich boy

All the couples have gone

You wish that they hadn’t

You don’t want to be alone

But they want to kiss

And they got homes of their own

Poor little rich boy

All the couples have gone have gone have gone

And you don’t love your girlfriend

You don’t love your girlfriend

And you think that you should but she thinks that she’s fat but she isn’t but you don’t love her anyway

And you don’t love your mother

And you know that you should

And you wish that you would but you don’t anyway

Poor little rich boy

Oh the world is ok

The water runs off your skin

And down into the drain

You’re reading Fitzgerald

You’re reading Hemingway

They’re both super smart

And drinking in the cafes

But you don’t love your girlfriend

You don’t love your girlfriend

And you think that you should but she thinks that she’s fat but she isn’t but you don’t love her anyway

And you don’t love your mother

And you know that you should

And you wish that you would

But you don’t anyway

You’re so young you’re so god damn young

You’re so young you’re so god damn young

And you don’t love your girlfriend

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3. Carbon Monoxide

Carbon monoxide

Soon I’ll go to sleep

If I don’t got my socks on right

They slide right off of my feet

As I walka walka walka walk...carbon monoxide

As I take you home

First time I get my socks on right

But I don’t have a gas mask on

As I walka walka walka walk you home

Yeah

I’m so cool, I’m so cool, I’m so cool

Come on daddy

Come on daddy...carbon monoxide

Soon we’ll go to sleep

No one will notice we’re gone

Cause we don’t have a job to keep

They’ll just say that we’re being lazy

Sex crazed

Sex crazed

Hazy

They’ll just say we’re living out whole life in bed

And we’ll be in bed but we’ll be oh so very much

Deada, deada, deada, dead

Yeah

But we’re so cool, we’re so cool, we’re so cool

Deada, deada, deada, dead

But we’re still cool, we’re still cool, we’re still cool

Come on daddy

Come on daddy

Come on daddy

Carbon monoxide

Carbon monoxide

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4. The Flowers

The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away

Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully

They might so I’m waiting and staying awake

Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep

I’ll never know if I go to sleep

The papers around me are piling and twisting regina the paper back mummy

What then

I’m taking the knife to the books that I own and chipping and chopping and boiling soup from a stone

Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep

I’ll never know if I go to sleep

Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep

I’ll never know if I go to sleep

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5. Us

The made a statue of us

And put it on a mountain top

Now tourists come and stare at us

Blow bubbles with their gum

Take photographs have fun

Have fun

They’ll name a city after us

And later say it’s all our fault

Then they’ll give us a talking to

Then they’ll give us a talking to

Cause they’ve got years of experience

We’re living in a den of thieves

Rummaging for answers in the pages

We’re living in a den of thieves

And it’s contagious

And it’s contagious

We wear our scarves just like a noose

But not cause we want eternal sleep

And though our parts are slightly used

New ones are slave labor you can keep

We’re living in a den of thieves

Rummaging for answers in the pages

We’re living in a den of thieves

And it’s contagious

And it’s contagious

It’s contagious

It’s contagious

They made a statue of us

They made a statue of us

The tourists come and stare at us

The sculptor’s mama sends regards

They made a statue of us

They made a statue of us

Our noses have begun to rust

We’re living in a den of thieves rummaging for answers in the pages

We’re living in a den of thieves

And it’s contagious

And it’s contagious

It’s contagious, it’s contagious

It’s contagious

It’s contagious

It’s contagious

It’s contagious

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6. Sailor Song

She will kiss you ’til your lips bleed

But she will not take her dress off

Americana

Tropicana

All the sailor boys have demons

They sing oh Kentucky why did you forsake me

If I was meant to sail the sea why did you make me

It should have been another state

Oh stay...cause Mary Anne’s a bitch

Mary Anne’s a bitch

Does it matter that out anchor

Couldn’t even reach the bottom of a bath tub

And the sails reflect the moon it’s such a strange job

Playing blackjack on the deck

Still...atop this giant puddle

Dressed in white we quietly huddle with our missiles

And we miss the girls back home

Oh home sweet home...cause Mary Anne’s a bitch

Mary Anne’s a bitch

She will kiss you ’til your lips bleed

But she will not take her dress off

Americana

Tropicana

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7. ***

Bear: "regina...regina..."

Reg: "What?"

Bear: "When is that song gonna start?"

Reg: "Which song?"

Bear: "the song that goes like "Da na na na na na na na Danananana."

Reg: "Oh...it’s gonna start in a minute. You just gotta wait."

Bear: "OK. ... ... ... "Regina! Start it already!!!"

Reg: "It’s gonna start in a second, you just gotta wait!" ... "It’s gonna start...NOW!!!"

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8. Your Honor

I kissed your lips and I tasted blood

I asked you what happened and you said there’d been a fight

You said I’ve been fighting for your honor but you wouldn’t understand

I said hold on our honor I’ll get ice for your hand

Oh you been fighting for my honor and I don’t understand

But hold on your honor I’ll get ice for your hand...You said come on baby let’s jus make love it’s the only thing to make me better

You said come on let’s just get you out of that sweater

I said I don’t kiss losers and I don’t kiss winners

And I don’t fight for honor cause we all are born sinners

Gargle with peroxide a steak for your eye

But I’m a vegetarian so it’s a frozen pizza pie

You tell me that you care and you never do lie

And you fight for my honor but I just don’t know why

Mare had a little lamb with fleece as white as snow

You’ve got me and I’m just a common ’ho

But I know what I am and I know what I ain’t

So don’t get cut cause I still wont be no saint

Gargle with peroxide a steak for your eye

But I’m a pizzaterian so it’s a frozen pizza pie

You tell me that you love me and you never do lie

And you fight for my honor but I just don’t know why

You fight for my honor and I don’t understand

But hold on your honor I’ll get ice for your hand...

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9. Ghost Of Corporate Future

A man walks out of his apartment

It is raining

He’s got no umbrella

He starts running beneath the awnings trying to save his suit

Trying to save his suit

Tryin to dryin to tryin to dry but no good

When he gets to the crowded subway platform he takes off both of his shoes

He steps right into somebody’s fat loogie

And everyone who sees him says "ewwww"

Everyone who sees him says "ewwww"

But he doesn’t care cause last night he got a visit from the Ghost of Corporate Future

The Ghost said take off both your shoes whatever chances you get

Especially when they’re wet

He also said

Imagine you go away on a business trip one day

And when you come back home

Your children have grown

And you never made your wife moan

And people make you nervous

You’d think the world was ending

And everybody’s features

Have somehow started blending

And everything is plastic

And everyone’s sarcastic

And all your food is frozen

It needs to be defrosted

You’d think the world was ending

You’d think the world was ending

You’d think the world was ending right now

Well maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee

And never ever watch the 10 o’clock news

Maybe you should kiss someone nice or lick a rock or both

Maybe you should cut your own hair cause that can be so funny

It doesn’t cost any money and it always grows back

Hair grows even after you’re dead

People are just people

They shouldn’t make you nervous

The world is everlasting

It’s coming and it’s going

If you don’t toss your plastic

The streets won’t be so plastic

And if you kiss somebody

Then both of you’ll get practice

The world is everlasting

Put dirtballs in your pockets

Put dirtballs in your pockets

And take off both your shoes

Cause people are just people

People are just people

People are just people like you

People are just people

People are just people

People are just people like you

The world is everlasting

It’s coming and it’s going

The world is everlasting

It’s coming and it’s going

It’s coming and it’s going

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