After Dark

I got your name and number, you seem kinda surprised.
Maybe it's 'cause I can be, you know, like cold as ice.
In crowded situations I always want to go.
And if I see you leaving, I beat you to the door.
I'm gonna tell you something, you're better than fake-wild.
I see the future.
In it, they try to kill your style, your manner, and your motives.
I've seen the way it goes.
So memorize my number, that's why I got a phone.
Call me after dark.
Call me, call me after dark.

I can make the sun rise daily right up from your landscape painting.
I will be in the front row later when your brush becomes a mic.
Maybe we could change this game forever.
Shapes our breath makes in cold weather.
They might say we're both crazy...I'm just glad I found you, baby.
Call me after dark.
Call me, call me after dark.

I don't want someone telling me no-oh-oh, "you're out of time"
I don't mind being debated as long as you're with me tonight.
I'm not gonna give up easy, we were made to cross the line.
I don't want the things that we do...I don't want to let them die.
Call me after dark.
Call me, call me after dark.

I'm not gonna give up easy, we were made to cross the line.
I don't want the things that we do...I don't want to let them die.
Call me after dark.
Call me, call me after dark.
Call me after dark.
Call me, call me after dark.
Call me after dark.
Call me, call me after dark..

Bang! Bang!



In New York the shooting of another unarmed black man raises further questions about NYPD tactics. On THURSDAY an undercover policeman shot and killed Patrick Dorismond.

Murder is murder
Why're they confused?
Another man dead
I read it in the news
Who gave them the fucking right
To run around like they own the night?

Oh bang! bang!
Oh oh bang! bang!
Oh oh bang! bang!
Oh oh bang! bang!

Wrong fucking time
Wrong fucking place
There is no fucking way
This is not about race
Who's gonna call 9-1-1
When they can't tell a wallet
From a mother fucking gun?

Oh bang! bang!
Oh oh bang! bang!
Oh oh bang! bang!
Oh oh bang! bang!

Bang bang daddy I want you dead
Bang bang daddy get out of my head
Bang bang daddy I want you dead
Bring me Giuliani's head

Oh bang! bang!
Oh oh bang! bang!
Oh oh bang! bang!
Oh oh bang! bang!

Deceptacon


Who took the bomb?

Every day and night
Every day and night
I can see your disco disco dick is sucking my heart out of my mind
I'm outta time
I'm outta fuckin time
I'm a gasoline girl with a vaseline mind, but
Wanna disco?
Wanna see me disco?
Let me hear you depoliticise my rhyme.
One! Two! Three! Four!
You got what you been asking for.
You're so policy free and you're fantasy wheels and everything you think
and everything you feel is alright, alright, alright, alright, alright.

I take you home, now watch me get you hot
You're just a parrot and you're screaming and you're shouting
More crackers please, more crackers please
You want what you want but you don't wanna be on your knees
Who does your... who does your hair?

Who took the bomb from the bombpalompalomp?
Who took the ram from the ramalamadingdong?
Who took the bomb from the bombpalompalomp?
Who took the ram from the ramalamadingdong?

How are you?
Fine, thank you.
How are you?
Fine, thank you.

You bought a new van the first year of your band.
You're cool and I hardly wanna say "not" because I'm so bored
that I'll be entertained even by a stupid, fucking linoleum floor, linoleum floor
Your lyrics are dumb like a linoleum floor
I'll walk on it
I'll walk all over you
Walk on it, walk on it, walk on, One, Two!

Who? Who? Who? Who?

Who took the bomb from the bombpalompalomp?
Who took the ram from the ramalamadingdong?
Who took the bomb from the bombpalompalomp?
Who took the ram from the ramalamadingdong?

See you later
See you later
See you later
See you later

Don't Drink Poison


We learned this lesson five times fine: fake left, go right, back-stabs read minds!
Taillights shine beautiful, they make halos on the road.
Don't give our keys to the city to shark-suits, b-sides, free-things-please!
I left the code at the coat-check pointed to the word on my neck.
That's me, all night on stand-by.
Three words, three things...oh please please!
Don't, don't drink poison!
Wolf Girl, poolside, I'm in the lobby.
Gay concierge-spy high fives me.
It's all cool enemy style, smile at the tv while you download her file.
Watch for the quick slip, money shot, vid clip.
Walk past slowly, pass me the nurse kit.
Don't be fooled by the sister vocab...keep it light, put it on her tab.
Heads up for this tonight...it's some you'll recognize.
Looks like lips and feels like teeth, always waving to the people from the magazine.
There's one thing they love to see...it's tear jearks for charity and blank smirks all the way
to the airport.
There's one drink, on ice, oh I think it's ...
They say trouble comes in threes, I say Chicken Ceasar grows on trees.
It could be lucky to be out of luck.
I mean, better than to take the test where amnesiacs must write on napkins.
Prepare for what might happen.
In a trance from polished talk we think...coat throat, lemon lime, hot choc, oh! ...
Fem Exec is right behind me.
Almost there, through the glass doors, against the wall, on the third floor.
We found a robot hand hidden in a potted plant.
And we're not too nice to notice when white wine stinks and we're misquoted.

Dude. Yr So Crazy!

So defeated...Thinks it's funny...Film Festival...Retro Porn
Shabby Chic...BiCoastal...Soundtrack...Carnivore
Transgressive...Gone fishin'...Shock Value...Good Contract
Big Collection...Independant...Devil's Advocate...Protegé

Oooooh! Ooooooh!
Oooooh! Ooooooooh!

Hawaiian Shirt...Buddy buddy...Just Chillin'...Crystal Meth
Big Budget...Dirty Hair...Anti PC...Dive Bar...Universal
Hilton Safari...Euro Connection...Topless Now
Obscure Reference...Likes Parties
Fake Childhood...Muscle Tee

Oooooh! Ooooooh!
Oooooh! Ooooooooh!

Dyke March 2001

I like going to the dyke march because I like to be surrounded with women. Marching naked ladies. We recruit, We recruit. . . . . There's no one tellin us where to stand or where to be. . . . . Resist. Shout it out. Resist, Resist, Shout it out. . . . . . There's no one telling us where to stand or where to be, we're just this huge strong mass of feminist fury. Resist, Resist. . . . . Feminist fury. Feminist fury. It was a lifelong dream I had as a child. . .and it's actually come to pass in my adult life.

Eau d'Bedroom Dancing

I'm in the sky when I'm on the floor
The world's a mess and you're my only cure
There's no time for me to act mature
The only words I know are "more, more" and "more"

No one to criticize me then
No one to criticize
No one to criticize me then
No one to criticize

There's no fear when I'm in my room
It's so clear and I know just what I want to do
All day bedroom dancing
To you I wanna say
You're my thing

You teach me (x 4)
You only teach me wisely
only show me why

Fake French



I've got - the new sincerity.
I've got - a secret vocabulary.
I've got - MIDI in, out, thru.
I've got - dialectical sprechstimme.
I've got - herm choreography.
I've got - a conceptual stunt double.
I've got - a deviant scene, I mean.
I've got - multiple alliances.....

I've got to move..... whoa oh oh
I've got to move..... whoa oh oh
I've got to move..... whoa oh oh
I've got to move..... whoa oh oh

I've got - The Gift of Fear.
I've got - The Courage to Heal.
I've got - site specificity.
I've got - plan "B" ability.

I've got to move..... whoa oh oh
I've got to move..... whoa oh oh
I've got to move..... whoa oh oh
I've got to move..... whoa oh oh

I've got - extensive bibliographies.
I've got - flow disruption.
I've got - wildlife metaphores.
I've got - post-binary gender chores.
My Fake French is hot.
You can't make me stop.
Got nowhere to run to baby.
Come on turn it up.....

Friendship Station


The phone keeps ringing and it just won't stop
There's a paper napkin in my coffeepot
People freaking out on me left and right
My head feels heavy but my feet feel light

The clock keeps ticking inside my head
Bad news is all I ever get
The check I've been waiting for is not on time
Everyone around me wants to start another fight

I'm gonna let it be alright

I wanna be there!
I wanna take you there!
I wanna be there!
I wanna take you there!

FYR


Ten short years of progressive change, fifty fucking years of calling us names. Can we trade title nine for an end to hate crime? RU-486 if we suck your fucking dick? One step forward, five steps back. One cool record in the year of rock-rap. Yeah we got all the power getting stabbed in the shower and we got equal rights on ladies night. Feminists we're calling you. Please report to the front desk. Let's name this phenomenon. It's too dumb to bring us down. F.Y.R. Fifty years of ridicule. F.Y.R. take another picture. . . . . Mrs. Doubtfire on mother's day. On-the-job stalker for equal pay. Toss us a few new AIDS drugs as national healthcare bites the dust. While you were on vacation black people didn't get reparations. You know these days no one's exploited. Sorry dude can't hear ya with my head in the toilet. Feminists we're calling you. Please report to the front desk. Let's name this phenomenon. It's too dumb to bring us down. F.Y.R. Fifty years of ridicule. F.Y.R. take another picture. . . . . . You've really come a long way baby. It's you, not the world, that's totally crazy. Cuz we really rocked the fuckin vote with election fraud in poor zip codes. Celebrate gay marriage in Vermont by enforcing those old sodomy laws. One step foreward five steps back. We tell the truth they turn up the laugh track. Feminists we're calling you. Please report to the front desk. Let's name this phenomenon. It's too dumb to bring us down.