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Dr. Des Moines

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1.
If you have to fly to Alexandria tonight For a conference on King Bickwamhocsnoozer I tell you don't go You will be Fellated with bombast! Suborning your best friend! You will face Canceled subscriptions! Sit-downs and sit-ins! Gargamel's kitchen sink of stunts! Fellated with bombast! You will white out! You will black out! There will be Flat-waxed odium! You will never go back to Work for Swerve Griffin! Sit-downs and sit-ins! Oh the interview beasts off the clock Won't remember your bloated visage Your dry addictions The mock black turtleneck itching A mythical bird back to stone We need you home You will white out! You will black out! There will be Flat-waxed odium! You will never go back to Work for Swerve Griffin! Sit-downs and sit-ins! Oh the interview beasts off the clock Won't remember your bloated visage Your dry addictions The mock black turtleneck itching A mythical bird back to stone We need you home We need you home We need you home
2.
It tastes like chicken Oh, I like chicken Well, I can contend That it tastes like chicken to me But my buddies all pretend That this life’s artificial meat Is it bread? Is it life? Is it plain or full of spice? It tastes like chicken Oh, I like We all live under one big sun Each day we all rise to greet it Everybody picks his or her nose Some people even eat it Everybody farts sometimes, my friends Everybody belches And everybody’s shit smells just as bad As everybody else’s Well, it tastes like chicken to me On a Tuesday sour sweet Are there hidden innuendos in the KFC? Now my head Is extra crispy But your extra-crispy politics Are too right-wing for me I’d like to teach the world to think In perfect harmony I’d like to buy the world a clue ’Cause who knows more than me? It tastes like chicken Oh, I Oh, I Oh, I love chicken
3.
Cheers for the victual starvelings Maybe their bones, they can’t touch Yeasterday’s cakes growing hungry (artist) I need my bones to cooperate I’m sick up to here with this dim white breast I’m glutted to here Keep you in the office late And Pip says the sharks could be angels And river of hors d’oeuvres to plate you (hello) And Pip says the sharks could be angels And maybe the shark is a lunch break And someone is stealing my lunch break baskets And someone is stealing my lunch break Ricky Martin towels On chew blanket On chew blanket Nibble nibble nibble nibble on chew blanket Nibble nibble nibble nibble on chew thankless Nibble nibble nibble that someone is stealing your lunch break Someone is stealing your lunch break When someone is clocking you out Take two for Ammunition falling from the roof Ignoring the busy and porous plate They pass you along like a jaunty cap And making me feel like a Lazarus act Controversy, convenience and corresponding flaps Flexible, fluorescent and flooring to the max And someone is stealing my silver-wrapped sandwich And someone is taking the very last bit of my lunch break Someone is stealing my lunch break (ours) Someone is stealing my lunch break Someone is stealing my lunch break Someone is On chew blanket Or is it on chew blanket Or is it off chew blank dog On chew blank form
4.
Mare Spumans 04:35
Playing bachelor on an oxbow jetty No need to pine to repine For a daytombed night No need to rewind it, I'm ready A quickening, unfleshing Irreversible aligning A summer-stuffed spring Ripe for the threshing For love may be a scaffold for buildings in transit A sheath for the waiting Never stripped for the conquest To wear short swords, not top hats At weddings - my own, in fact Infused, infused to an Irish girl For life, for life, and what's after that Playing possum in a trunk in Tuxedo, New York Acting like a jackass Hoping she'd stay the course Guzzling pints of the darkest pleasure on earth With her one-eyed cousin in control of the spigots Nothing's revealed, you can only barely keep with it For love may be a scaffold for buildings in transit A sheath for the waiting Never stripped for the conquest To wear short swords, not top hats At weddings - my own, in fact Infused, infused to an Irish girl For life, for life, and what's after that I'm staring at the Omni The voyagers inside me See the green light through The great enough foaming sea For love may be a scaffold for buildings in transit A sheath for the waiting Never stripped for the conquest To wear short swords, not top hats At weddings - my own, in fact Infused, infused to an Irish girl For life, for life, and what's after that
5.
Put the oil cans where suns don’t shine I’m leaving all of her behind She’s got girth! And spurs To vent Swallows Borax for penance Forgive me, my rickets lady Fresh fruit floats in the Gulf While you vomit in the pantry I’m through! East Texas love affair I moved out Arias for timid rattlers ‘Post this’ dim wit theorizers In the post-post too-cool bubba Concentrate on gravy dropping black magic in my hopper I crush you And you’re nothing but a liquid I’m living through I am past living through I’m through! East Texas love affair Eating breakfast with Terri Schiavo In space! I need to consult The wandering pigeon Who will receive the host From the dolled-up pensioner Possum craft, and fawning sods Concentrate on droll assaults Possum craft, and fawning sops Dear Nomad was a column I never read Too busy washing Debra’s clothes Broken bras and soiled hose Who am I kidding, guys?
6.
At smoky dusk I watch The black-and-white TV From the vinyl deck chair I swore I would never sit in again And everything’s the same ’Til someone thinks your name And we all look up And we shudder deep And we take our inventories So that we can get to sleep I see the things that I did I hear the things that I said I split the difference between history And the mess in my head A Kodacolor us By a faithully-kept bed In a room that once was mine In a house that once was yours A home that once was ours Please I want it back now And this quiet space That we echo through Is like a heart that’s pumping nothing Now that it’s lost you And the front porch may be calm and still Like nothing had occurred But that angry slam will always stand As our last word And we all look up And we shudder deep And we take our inventories So that we can get to sleep I see the things that I did I hear the things that I said I split the difference between history And the mess in my head This part was true A sequel overdue A happiness you rue When that part disrobed On the lawn, on the lawn On the rosemary lawn The stupid fucking lawn That a dog pissed on Bought your virginity back on Ebay Frightened and excited by your World War III negligee I want to be a dentist Not a toy apprentice Why am I such a misfit? I am not a nitwit I can’t handle it, I quit! I can’t handle it, I quit
7.
I'm Too Sexy 02:31
I’m too sexy for the bass Too sexy for 15th Century pottery I’m too sexy for my brains Too sexy for my eyelids Even when they’re surgically removed I’m a giraffe You know what I mean And I’m the tallest animal in the Bronx Zoo In the Bronx Zoo Don’t you know what I mean You can feed all the pigs in the Bronx Zoo I’m too sexy for this world Too sexy for the athletes The way they’re throwing footballs And I’m too sexy for the men Who are walking in the street Collecting rubbish I’m a lesbian You know what I mean And I like to do my thing in the bedroom In the bedroom With a girl named Juanita I do all my things in the bedroom I’m sexy I’m too sexy for the grass Too sexy for the lawnmower Too sexy when the lawnmower cuts the grass And I’m too sexy for myself I can’t even fucking take it I’m going crazy! I am a model And I like to be naked in the backyard So Mrs. Peavers From next door Can have a heart attack And send me the check Yeah I’m a sexy boy Yeah I’m too sexy for this goddamn song
8.
Slick wine and a blue beret Twenty-degree moustache Long and gray It’s time to cane the doffing fop! Cursing lights Snapping fingers Jazzy pest And an odor lingers Of crippling cologne And addicting nicotine Everyone is in a warped state of mind Mine’s in New York That girl’s is somewhere in the Carolines Peaceful poets Starving artists Classy waiter with pinstriped jackets His name was Luck And he never gambled a day Well I don’t get that I guess that’s pretty strange How strange is it? How strange is it? That’s pretty strange! Intermissions Stirring liquor Cup of coffee was left widowed As I finished the last sip Walking basslines Long-legged rabbits Sparkly dress on a cocaine addict These were the things that shove me along A verse warned not to look in the mirror When your northern sphere is getting deeper I just smiled and finished my wine, kids Bob? Yes? Bob? What? The next poet is a man they call Mr. Shine, from Fargo, North Dakota. Mr. Shine, what have you got to say? Well, kids, when I bite into a York Peppermint Patty, I don’t feel anything at all. I don’t feel anything. As a matter of fact, it does less for me than when I don’t eat anything. Fuck you all, I love you.
9.
That picture of you playing possum on a Datsun or a Comet In your mother's gorgeous homespun dress she never fades You fully flaunt your father's strongest habits Smoking Navy Cuts and chronic On a rooftop In a future From the city of Nairobi Perfectly dressed and plenty lonely As a thoughtless microbe in thrall to nobody As a waxed corpse dandy dabbing you expertly With liberty On the apple of a cheek Go stalking while the efflorescence has overscrewed its flowering You're a pliable courtier, confidence man, warrior On your mega-sally through a scuzzy mood Disappointment stalks your sock drawer But there are also Memento mori That keeps you immune from a blues Perfectly dressed and plenty lonely As a thoughtless microbe in thrall to nobody As a waxed corpse dandy dabbing you expertly With liberty On the apple of a cheek And you haven't got a check plus medicine In that wonder bag of mysterious itinerants With your long 18th Century party vest (Exploding in bad taste) You'd bomb your own house just to pretend to smithereen those snakes That picture of you playing possum on a Datsun or a Comet In your mother's gorgeous homespun dress she never fades You fully flaunt your father's strongest habits Smoking Navy Cuts and chronic On a rooftop In a future From the city of Nairobi Perfectly dressed and plenty lonely As a thoughtless microbe in thrall to nobody As a waxed corpse dandy dabbing you expertly With liberty On the apple of a Perfectly dressed and plenty lonely As a thoughtless microbe in thrall to nobody As a waxed corpse dandy dabbing you expertly With liberty On the apple of a cheek On the apple of a cheek On the apple of a cheek
10.
Swallow your companion And form a dusty disc No one cares for this hot bastard We observed its violent fits Red giant, red giant God boasts you’re the rings on his fists Getting phatic Shrinking phatic In a room of painfully self-aware hypocrites You can take me down but you can’t bring me down You can knock me down but you can’t bring me down You can hold me down but you can’t bring me down I met a tugboat wastrel in irons Cursing off the captain’s arms Pockmarked son of a bitch Commissioning a portrait Don’t draw my eyes so wide, so gray Don’t draw my eyes so wide, so gray Squalor Mouthbutton, our loyal aide Rots with the other men You can take me down but you can’t bring me down You can knock me down but you can’t bring me down You can hold me down but you can’t bring me down Wherever you are There’s a place where the rain ain’t far So it won’t be too late You can take me down but you can’t bring me down You can knock me down but you can’t bring me down You can hold me down but you can’t bring me down Eating breakfast with Terri Schiavo Eating breakfast with Terri Schiavo Eating breakfast with Terri Schiavo In space In space

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released July 7, 2016

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Skyscape was formed long ago by Jed Davis, Dom Maltempi and Rob Hill. Lots of people joined the band. Some quit; most were fired. Skyscape continues.

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