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leftbehindagain) wrote2016-05-30 06:46 pm
leftbehindagain) wrote2016-05-30 06:46 pm
lyrics: Superimpose - Brian Lovely
Since this is a pretty obscure song and the lyrics don't seem to be anywhere else online, I've transcribed them. I no longer have the liner notes on hand, so this is by ear/from memory; I'm 99 percent sure it's accurate, though.
Superimpose - Brian Lovely
I’ll superimpose on you now
A new used set of clothes you didn’t try on
Fine for painting or mowing the lawn
A petri dish fit of mutated bits
Forming organs and lines, tendrils and parts
Shaped like asses and hearts
In pieces appending, amending, unending
In perfect uniqueness, like smoke
Sculptures from still cigarettes
That smolder and sputter with burning Tourette’s
And pick at the scab of routine
In same old magazines to which you subscribe
Selling you, telling you why you should buy
And you’re not and you need and you should and you can’t
Unless you recount, unless you recant
But you can’t superimpose
So you reach for the easiest breach
Smother your ruse in distraction and booze
Clutter and clocks and hands and cocks that
Soon form a quilt that you’ve woven from guilt
Then you’ll soak in your blood, roll in the mud
And crawl into like a cocoon
But soon, very soon, you must howl at the moon
So you emerge and begin all anew
But the things you will do are familiar and hurt
And your mind wears a long wool skirt
That will itch and you’ll bitch and the seasons will cycle
And circle around and around you
Like sleeping and dreaming and memory and yearning all rolled into one
Here they come
They’re all superimposed
And you can’t quite remember why
You had begun or how you begat
What you’ve gotten is not really what
You intended – or did you intend it at all?
And soon it’s fall and you’re starting all
Over again and again to batten and hunker and huddle
And winter is muddled with desire
And you’re tired of learning what you already know
So maybe you’ll find a new lover this spring
And maybe you can sing, you can sing
And pull back the layers of transparent film
To straighten your stalk or be silent and quiver, don’t talk
And hear what’s been there since you were, say, nine or before
Way before you were seen and were dead and were pure
Like water and weeds, growing and dying
No promises and no lying
Just being, like a cat or a nose
Or a fossil of a rose
Do you suppose you could be unique?
On your own, put apart and a part and a piece
Not caring your ragged slip shows
Or that you’ve got ugly toes?
So it goes, so it goes
Can you superimpose?
Superimpose - Brian Lovely
I’ll superimpose on you now
A new used set of clothes you didn’t try on
Fine for painting or mowing the lawn
A petri dish fit of mutated bits
Forming organs and lines, tendrils and parts
Shaped like asses and hearts
In pieces appending, amending, unending
In perfect uniqueness, like smoke
Sculptures from still cigarettes
That smolder and sputter with burning Tourette’s
And pick at the scab of routine
In same old magazines to which you subscribe
Selling you, telling you why you should buy
And you’re not and you need and you should and you can’t
Unless you recount, unless you recant
But you can’t superimpose
So you reach for the easiest breach
Smother your ruse in distraction and booze
Clutter and clocks and hands and cocks that
Soon form a quilt that you’ve woven from guilt
Then you’ll soak in your blood, roll in the mud
And crawl into like a cocoon
But soon, very soon, you must howl at the moon
So you emerge and begin all anew
But the things you will do are familiar and hurt
And your mind wears a long wool skirt
That will itch and you’ll bitch and the seasons will cycle
And circle around and around you
Like sleeping and dreaming and memory and yearning all rolled into one
Here they come
They’re all superimposed
And you can’t quite remember why
You had begun or how you begat
What you’ve gotten is not really what
You intended – or did you intend it at all?
And soon it’s fall and you’re starting all
Over again and again to batten and hunker and huddle
And winter is muddled with desire
And you’re tired of learning what you already know
So maybe you’ll find a new lover this spring
And maybe you can sing, you can sing
And pull back the layers of transparent film
To straighten your stalk or be silent and quiver, don’t talk
And hear what’s been there since you were, say, nine or before
Way before you were seen and were dead and were pure
Like water and weeds, growing and dying
No promises and no lying
Just being, like a cat or a nose
Or a fossil of a rose
Do you suppose you could be unique?
On your own, put apart and a part and a piece
Not caring your ragged slip shows
Or that you’ve got ugly toes?
So it goes, so it goes
Can you superimpose?