pablo - listening room

7_14_00	rebecca lips like clouds of thunder... brought words of love... never liked the truth... but i can always change what i don't like... can't you...
7_14_00	when we were animals you loved that song in your father's garage... we were anything but precise machines... not always shown in the best light... ah, but your body was a garden...
7_14_00	you are special some shadows never go away... but you are something else... not one for him in his belly to safe keep for future snacking...
7_14_00	bitches and machines circle goes... chasing seasons, she calls me captain... oh, sail on sweet thing... maybe its forever... maybe we're just lucky...
7_14_00	shotgun i won't go adrift... head on... dead on... to destroy... i never... just can't... miss...
7_14_00	firecracker ah the thrill, just by setting the lighter to the fuse... yes, you used to mean so much... but your tiny charm has been lost...
7_14_00	spin any point of touch can be about so much... a place you can come from... or... is it just movement at any cost...
7_14_00	start the fire just call and i will return... maybe tomorrow we could get together... in the heart of every slave is a master...
7_14_00	seed dude he was sad and shining... a geodesic dome cat... cultivator, curator of the planet, john let me run you a bath...
7_14_00	my father is a giant he can mend things that can not be broken... but i know how to hurt him... what profit is there in that... his shame and his guilt are his most treasured thing...
7_14_00	thunder in the sun i was running just to run... becoming to become... hurting after hurt... salvation's easy hit...
7_14_00	sly machine spin idle but not forgotten... then kiss me... and then go unquestionable champion of creatures born to touch... think of me like that...
7_14_00	i asked god now we say our daily prayers... god's got nothing better to do... and we may get or not... oh happy happy everything...
7_14_00	this is an advertisement relax on fortune... we are in something bigger... can't you see... this is a catechism...
tracks from "vulgar modalities" release (available for sale here)
12_9_99	tina's song there's nothing wrong with cocksuckers... or, kicking off the set with potentially shocking vulgarity... inadequately hiding the sincerity of this gem... leonard rolls over... bob has to pull the car over to contemplate...
12_9_99	very funky dream indeed... there was a body and police... casserole dish filled with spaghetti....... tupperware container which was actually the devil... and had been a curse on my family... tickles and works the family dynamics nerve... that we all have right under the surface...
12_9_99	paris was hungry it has an appetite and full blown colors... here where celine was absurdly beautiful... miller and nin nod in appreciation of their city's image... lyrical storytelling of a hauntingly personal tale... come... and stay forever... not necessarily in that order...
12_9_99	1426 west 31st... you know where i live... a voyeuristic visit within... site of the murder of time... trying to make the night short instead of long... so... I nailed my hand to the trigger of another song...
12_9_99	tits & ass the notion that fucking could be done without softness... lovingly and on the level... pulling into embrace... someone's gentle hand on someone's gentle back... someday that will be enough...
12_9_99	journey into the end of the night irrepressible, immortal, foolish, and misunderstood trouser-snake... reject this vision... this empty heaven... where orgasms run free... without start or finish... i'm not making this up, people... relax into forever...
12_9_99	olive life is like a bowl of olive... its pit like burnt skeleton remains... believe it or not... this strange fruit is the stunt double for genocide... in this particular aural entree...
12_9_99	day like today thrust your hand into the flame... you knew what was going to happen, all along... the numbness congeals like refrigerated peanut butter... stick it into the sun and melt away novocain...
12_9_99	the last wound extremely melodic... forcefully poignant... but, not without a thin layer of medical stuff... not stopping the blood... sketching out a mysterious logo... that would broadcast my vulnerable condition...
12_9_99	dr. strange you wore your cross with pride... maybe, you were lost... maybe, found... the exotic strange lend us lessons in expressive introspection... we all turn tricks... silly rabbit...
12_9_99	cockroach lurking in the corner... are the things that require action... from time to time... consideration from the vantage of a hot bath will due... the object of fate may then experience reprieve...
12_9_99	greetings i'll take that slice... and that one too... mr. marc bowen flashing and delivering... a day full of contact... and recollection... muddy water chess-heads... thanks to all the little people that made this day possible...
12_9_99	88. whatever cocktail lounge ditty... give that heavy analog dial a spin... let it coast through the stations until... until you tap into the rainbow coalition of radio listeners... i don't have the strength to change anything...