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Lyrics to Ken Cormier's God Damn Doghouse |
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Tracks: 1. Aimless 2. Write You a Letter 3. Crawl Inside 4. Stab 5. Brother Rhobert 6. Mommy Mommy California 7. Night Time 8. Look At The Birdie 9. The Travel Song 10. Raul’s Birthday Day11. Wisconsin 12. Everything I Need 13. Hide 14. The Lumberyard 15. Cigarettes and Wine 16. Everything 17. Liar 18. What You Think 19. Neighbor’s Brain 20. Christmas with Grandma |
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aimless
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write you a letter i could never write you a letter and tell you what i done it's a long long story and i don't want to bore you with my pathetic drone you would not understand my intentions which i don't understand myself so tune out soon i got nothing to do with you knocking at my door causing such a commotion like an evil ray you and your friends from another planet who i can't see with my eyes i got a red hot poker and i can't stop hoping that you will go away from my house to a far off place in a winnebago wonderland north of houston when i say i love you you laugh and poke me in the eye when i say i hate you you stick a knife into my side if i tell you i don't care at all you look offended and you cry you cry
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crawl inside fall falling apart just like a toy that you threw away fifteen years ago touching relatives find a way to counterfeit love in the way that it's expected of you and i cry and i die and i rot with a man that i've never known crawl inside of me and take anything just don't bother me if i lay down rain on the way you're delayed and it seems like forever but you love all the things that you see and they're starting to freeze as your mind shuts down on you and i try and i fly and i sing with the man that i've never known crawl inside of me and take anything just don't bother me if i lay down
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stab tray pay in my comp de lay you got two good shoes and a beard of gray if you want me to go or to put on a show then you don't understand what the whole fucking crank is about it's about stamping out weasels putting up shut-down slogans buying out bought out bankers sitting in a tank until a bent down tired out freeze dried vision from the blast past squeezes you flat and that razor's looking better and better
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brother rhobert (from CANE, by Jean Toomer) brother, life is water that is being drawn off brother, life is water that is being drawn off brother rhobert is sinking let's open our throats brother let's sing deep river when he goes down
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mommy mommy california mommy mommy california that's where i'd rather be and if i say i love you will you take me there and give me presents? anaconda sticking on a flag pole if he's dead well that's okay and then you sneak up and give me a flat tire getting older in a fish bowl field percolator parking lot one crystal clear vision takes a shaking dream out the window in a box i'd like to take a twenty volt dose i'd love to feel my lips vibrating now it seems a little bit better you shouldn't tell me things that i don't want to know take a seat and put a smile on your face this is going to be fun i don't hate you my life is a parade everybody, turn around quick help me, my pants are on fire i don't want to hear about your flaming spinach tuna noodle casserole i'm just always going to sleep and waking up and sleeping and waking up
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look at the birdie look at the birdie i can feel it tingle everyone is outside looking in the window and i can feel a romance i can feel a romance deep inside my big heart i can pull the shades down take it till the morning i can put my shoes on i go walking in them and i can feel a romance i can feel a romance deep inside my big heart deep inside my big heart
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the lumberyard mr. romero walks to the lumberyard with intent to buy some wood. hello salesman, says romero to the lumberyard employee, i need some wood for a god damn doghouse. well sir, says lumberyard employee, although many lumberyards sell wood, although many lumberyards sell wood, although many lumberyards sell wood, and provide an atmosphere for informal banter, even the type of banter which might include profane phrases like god damn doghouse, god damn doghouse, god damn doghouse, god damn doghouse, god damn doghouse, god damn doghouse, this lumberyard is not one of those places, not only do we discourage profanity, discourage profanity, discourage profanity, we also have no wood or wood related items, wood related items, wood related items to speak of. romero shuffles his feet in the gravel and looks at the lumberyard sign, it says lumberyard. it says lumberyard. lumberyard employee gets a worried look on his face, on his face. he senses that romero is just not getting it. you see, you see, this is no ordinary lumberyard. this is no ordinary lumberyard.
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cigarettes & wine now it's summertime and the weather's looking like it did when you were on your bike complaining all the time you never listened to a word i said about the time you lifted cigarettes & wine and i remember you on the front porch waiting like an extra and i would never tell you how i think you should live your life now that it's over stay up all night don't be ashamed about the things you said that time my eyes are shut like never before and i'm running faster than i ever did with eyes wide open, climbing up to nothing and i could never picture you as really being happy but you were laughing louder than anybody louder than anyone could take faster than anyone could stand trying to try it all until your legs would shake and wobble and you'd end up on the floor, not sleeping talk about tomorrow
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everything everything is crazy man the planets spin a wacky pattern perpetuated by some forces with uncertain origin light rays travel through the air bouncing off of things sound waves travel bouncing off our heads people kill other people they don't like animals get run over by big cars arms and legs get caught in machinery whack whack whack whack whack
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liar get your elbows off the kitchen table, mabel next thing you know you're on the floor in pain i can understand the label i can understand your lies better grab it quick and put it in your pocket next thing you know there's an inquisition everything's been built for you it can come down in one night i can understand your lies and oh what can the truth do to help if it hurts you to tell it? one lie leads to another, but so does one truth and before too long you will find out they're the same living in a separated whiskey world each hidden bottle is a rusty knife i can understand the label i can understand your lies
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what you think i find time to write a letter sit down look around i can't believe myself takes all day to walk around nowhere my day's gone, then shit work for five days on a bad high that shakes me and makes me think the world's stupid and everyone around me fades it's only in my house that i can think and breathe and move and look and hop and fly and hear everything i would like to hear turn out the light now, lie next to me and tell me what you think
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neighbor's brain you come over and ask to use the phone and i say okay then you make a call long-distance and talk about what's wrong with your brain it's not very comforting to know there's something bad in your brain it's five o'clock i'm all alone, sitting in the corner staring at nothing you knock on the door, i let you in, you just stand there you look me in the eye and say, god said to skin you alive, boy what if something happens with your brain and you come down here start to smash up everything and get me in a headlock? when i think about it, makes me sweat and shake and almost cry what if your brain makes you stick a knife into my eye? your brain your brain i never answer my door anymore, you knock three or four times a day you mustn't think i'm ever home, or maybe you realize i'm afraid of you i feel kind of bad because i know there's nothing you can do about your brain |
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