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Modern Art - The Lyrics

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Side A
01. Premodernism
02. The Ballad of Siegfried and Roy
03. Chris' 115th Recurring Dream of Bob Dylan
04. Goodbye Cigarettes
05. Lyrophilia Nervosa
06. Iraqi Blues
07. Modernism Part 1
Side B
08. Modernism Part 2
09. Katie I
10. Katie II
11. Katie III
12. Going Down South
13. Postmodernism




01. Premodernism
French Lesson, number 1. number 1. number 1.



02. The Ballad of Siegfried and Roy
I met him on a cruise ship
I knew he shot from the hip
And when his hand touched me
I knew it was real
But I never imagined the
Things I would feel

Some people say it's not natural
But the animals know it's factual
Oh how I miss
The Secret Garden with him
I don't care if
You think it's a sin

Roy Roy oh Roy 
I love what you have inside

But that night our dreams were lost
When the tighter you once kissed tossed
Your bleeding body
Around the stage
While all the housewives
Wept and waved

Roy Roy Oh Roy 
I love what you have inside

Tiger tiger burning bright
Tearing out Roy's throat tonight




03. Chris' 115th Recurring Dream of Bob Dylan
I was drifting off to sleep again when I heard that cackling laugh
Into my bedroom came Bob Dylan riding a giant green giraffe
He jumped on down and said, ‘Hi there Chris we meet again just like I said we would’
And he proceeded to take out a meat cleaver and then a block of wood
I cried ‘What are you doing you freak, you get the hell away from me!’
But he walked toward me, winked and he smiled maliciously

So I leapt up from my bed and began to wonder where to go 
When I realized I was on the set of the I Love Lucy TV show
Then out came Bob Dylan shaking his hips in a Ricky Ricardo suit 
And he grinned and exclaimed eerily ‘Chris, you got some 'splainin to do’ 
So while he played Babalu I screamed and began to run away
And then I found myself on the set of an Oscar Wilde play

So Bob stood up in formal wear and began to give a speech
‘Chris with me you should come in a most gracious manner I beseech,
I’ve chased you through countless dreams and your various vicissitudes vary,
For fortune often finds an act of false self-same pursuit as quarry,
Therefore I contend that as your persistent pursuant I would you to me submit,’
I just stared at him, fell weeping to the ground and said, ‘Oh shit’

And then my eyes opened and I awoke from my nightly fight
Against the dreams of Bob Dylan that for months had ruined my life
He’d poked and stabbed and prodded and done things to me that I can’t describe
Until I’d seriously questioned whether or not I wanted to be alive
But now I was awake and for 20 hours I would be free
Until I looked in the mirror and saw Bob Dylan staring back at me



04. Goodbye Cigarettes
Goodbye cigarettes
I’ll never forget the joy you brought
Even though my lungs are black
Still my darling I want you back
You lit up my life with your cancerous goo
You were always there to be true
But I had to let you go
Before my throat has a hole
	
So I'll sit waiting here
My skin is crawling, it's crawling with fear
Your icy hooks won’t let me go
I’m losing my mind, I think you know
I hate my life and I hate you all
The slightest sound is like a wall
Of pure undiluted stabbing pain
In my skull driving me insane
				
Goodbye cigarettes
I hope you burn in hell
I threw you away in the trash
But still I feel your call
Some tell me things will
Always feel this way
And if that’s the truth
Then I’ll blow my head away
Gonna blow my head away





05. Lyraphilia Nervosa
You love instrumentals don't you?




06. Iraqi Blues
I've been up here
400 days
And I've been shot down in
So many ways
And all this sand is
Stinging my eyes
And I'm kept awake by the
Anguished cries

And I'm drinkin' gasoline
I'm smokin' dynamite
Shootin' all the children
Don't put up a fight
I'm hopped up on speed
With a gun in my hand
The Iraqi Blues
You don't understand

The Iraqi blues down in my soul
The Iraqi blues in every foxhole
The Iraqi blues Oh the war did end?
Try telling that to my dying friend

Bodies Bodies
Everywhere
And I don't really
Seem to care

Tomorrow's an illusion
Just like yesterday
All I know is the general
Says we stay
But I don't wanna fight
So maybe instead
I'll stick this Beretta
Up against my head
And paint the walls
A crimson red

The Iraqi Blues
You don't understand
The Iraqi Blues
You don't understand...





07. Modernism, Part 1
I am very charming.



08. Modernism, Part 2
I am still very charming.



09. Katie I
Ah Katie
I remember it as if it were yesterday
I met you at the social ball
You had a nice pink dress
And these, oh those enormous boots
With fur
You looked like an Eskimo
So I invited you to my igloo
And in the morning
You left me
Because you said our love
Could never be true
As long as your parents 
Wanted you to be a nun
I said that’s no fun baby
I need you
My dove
My little troll
My little chocolate wafer
With vanilla
You will be mine
Katie oh Katie
Nanook Katie
Oh nannynannynook
Katie
Oh Katie
Come back home to me
Katie





10. Katie II
When I look into your eyes
I see blue like the skies
When I put my hand on your skin
The softest clouds seem hard as tin
You looked so beautiful when I strangled you
You cried and didn’t know what to do
But now you’re here by my side
And our love we no longer have to hide

Why oh why did it start so wrong
Why did you let it go on so long
I really had no choice you see
I loved you and now you’ll love me

Your eyes are locked and will forever stay
In them I see my own loving gaze
And on your lips so ruby red
I kiss the memory of things you’ve said
I know in death you’ll never change
Even though it’s kind of strange
On your breast I’ll always keep my head
The warmth of your body cold as lead

Katie Katie
I want to love you




11. Katie III
Your eyes 
They drive me away
They drive me crazy
And I don’t know what to do

Just to hold you 
I'd roam the earth
I'd crawl through the depths
But I strangled you anyway

I thought I loved you 
But Katie but I don’t
It was those boots
They brought out the Eskimo in me

What kind of magic you put on me
I will never know
And what I will do with your body
When your brother comes knocking at my door

It fills me 
Well it fills me
With fear

How could I know
That I'm a fool 
For love?
Spoiling everything
That I touch
I know murder is wrong
But I couldn't
Help myself



12. Going Down South
I'm going to move
To Mexico
I'm going to speak
Espanol

I'm going to go
Drink beer in the sun
I'm going to go
On the run

I've had enough
Of politics
And bullshit
From idiots

Just me and cigars
A girl in my clutch
To be left alone
Is that asking too much?

I'm going to move
to Mexico...



13. Postmodernism
Ding Dong
Derrida's Dead...