The Blood Brothers Album

mr. electric disappears and re-appears like a smiling/snarling phantom.
dawn: wooing the blue from the crawling eyes of babies
midday: vanished. grinning through the sweat pores of harlots and whores.
sundown: opening a cloak of tentacles...
preaching the gospel of cracked crystal beaks.
dusk: peeling back the birth skin like wrapping paper around a virgin.
vanish again.
twilight: march on electric children!
and you, with your self righteous army of crotches spewing paper children,
his death hole is deeper.
and stronger than love.

do you recall when we were young?
we licked the summer's salty tongue.
do you remember in our youth?
we sought the sky's amphetamine truth.
(at the waterfront after the social) a carnie sold me two roses:
one that lisped one that hissed sugar foam
and love song needles i slipped them through your fingers,
but they just crawled up both your arms and whispered...
and that phosphorescent laugh drip dropped from your lips...
they said "oh teen ruby fiend, open those thighs,
show us the urchin inside!"
your gown gangrened down your hips.
reached out towards the oyster ships.
i pulled you closer for a kiss but the roses paved my lips
and made my mouth a grave filled with promises...
"i'll forget you when i'm famous baby...
i'll forget you in five minutes from now..."
do you recall in our youth?
we sought the sky's amphetamine truth.
do you remember when we were young?
we licked the summer's salty tongue.

join the skin army boys!
join the skin army girls!
camouflage your heart in sweat and vaseline!
shoot with that siamese kiss like tasteless tangerines!
skin army recruits form a single file line,
under towers that smoke ulcers in the sky.
remove outdated organs to the pot boil,
suck the siphons nipple, fill the rib cavity with oil.
march on the grave of jesus sow!
touch is the only religion now!
he tried to interview a rose but it just coughed dust in his eye.
he tried a love song on the lilac
but it stung up his mouth like a guitar.
he tried to devour the orchid (break it's cracker bones)
sew a jacket of it's hot paradise complexion...
but it stung like a vest of scorpions
and hung on desperately like the scar of some third degree burn.
so join up juggernaut child!
join up ye hungry barbed wire holes!
march on skin army soldiers!
march on to hills of ripe mold!
march on across the xeroxed horizon!
march on murderous little world!
march on murderous little world!
march on murderous little world!

her smiles flashed SOS in that dress of sea anemone skin.
he pinned his heart to his tuxedo it throbbed
and hissed like a rabid jewel.
from the back of the chapel cracked
and crystal our gaze locked in temptation.
a priest with a glass eye sang songs of christian desperation.
the flower girls were all sown up,
they're hanging from the rafters.
showering your matrimony like a guillotine's laughter.
"dearly beloved we are gathered here to witness,
the sacred union of vibrancy and sickness...
do you take this man with the diamond skin tie?
and when you are fucking him will you scream dollar signs?
let me introduce you to a new phrase...
new york noose for a new york slave."
stained glass eyes wink through mother maty's navelscope...
who's pupils are watching?
the priest's tongue slips out like a jackal.
every eye in the audience spinning like a drill.
the groom plucks a key from the rapture tree
and opens her ribcage like a squealing armoire.
her lungs and liver screaming mercy mercy mercy,
while they re arrange the wires in her heart.
i now pronounce you smiling like a grave,
i now pronounce you a new york slave.
now every dripping chest wound is getting little guilt feelings,
what about your new life do you crave?
he's your ticket to fame but your his new york slave.

and the swarm of winged octopi fly out
under the lid eye of the star studded sky...singing...
"do you want to live forever baby?
do you want to live forever baby?
suck the youth stuck forever baby?
throb the camera flash forever baby?"
the flock of grinning octopi drop like tears
from a varicose thigh singing...
"do you want to live forever?
nail your crotch to the hive of pleasure!"
their hearts strung up like a moustache angel,
they pull the screen down and she steps inside.
she coo's her mouth for the face re-arranger...
their tentacles puckered... ready to fire!
tug tug tug-the beard of the octopus...
lick lick lick the kiss of the octopus...
she wants more she wants more sweet serum to devour the hours,
sweat serum to sweeten the sour,
sweet serum to devour the hours.
"do you want to live forever baby?
boil you birth skin in the tv baby?
mrs. electric bride forever baby?"
the cloud of humming octopi spin the mucus crown of eternal life!

we watch alone from the waterfront
her newly immortalized face splattered across the sky
like hot human cocaine.
she closes her eyes in ecstasy
but mr. electric ocean has tattooed his face inside her eyelids.

separate the sparkle from the stars and put them both on trial.
"order in the court!", the judge pukes up a putrid smile.
tear the tingle from the touch
and lock them both in a windowless cell.
the D.A. fingers the jury like the snail fucks the shell.
click click bang bang
kiss the siamese gun
click click bang bang bang.

exhibit A: the trail of the womb tears the blinking genitalia.

exhibit B: a death leather towel to mop the blood and saliva.
every smile is evidence,
and lifting a proud tentacle his honor howls your sentence
"death to the accused the scum the human menace."

exhibit C: your journal sewn with pony hair and claws.

exhibit D: your cancerous smiles our equations can't solve,
those teeth can't be tamed they can't be proven,
load the siamese gun shoot shoot shoot it!

sterilize the black widow of it's web silk,
drain piano island of it's pineapple milk.
pave the sea, divorce the fish from the fin.
the gavel pounds, the audience hisses for skin.
order yeah! order yeah! order in the court!
let the extermination begin...
the executioner's thighs widen like a grin let the execution begin.
and in a flash every face twists electric octopus,
hungry, anxious for pain.
click click bang bang kiss
the siamese gun...

exhibit E: you're on your knees.
choking on the barrel of the siamese gun!

mr. electric we are dying to dine in your house of mirrors...
mr. electric, open your beak we want in, the city under
your skin's dull glistening. when your skyscraper's husk
peel off like coconut crust
(we drink deep from the barbiturate brew)
when your rape trumpet's tune softens like the womb
(we drink deep from the barbiturate brew).
when your smiles broken shards scrape the film from our hearts...
you stuffed our mouths with blasphemy!
you wrapped our bones in circuitry!

wandering your streets like damp
newspaper tumbling turning in the wind.
and the concrete in your sky parts like pink lid eye,
watch the fun squeal through it's death leather veil.

we are dying to dine
when your garden of mirror vomits from the ground.
to see our wombs impregnated with fun powder and lead,
shot from your siamese love.
we know you're watching
we know you're watching
we know you're watching mr. electric ocean.

"roll film!" screams scissors lips,
prepping the flesh with his paper cut hiss.
she couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak
as faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks.

scene one, enter junkyard j:
the man with the used smile spits on his fingertips.
swinging the sledgehammer he pounds his thunder kiss.
and the crowd sing sings along to his victory song.
pinned on the anvil her crown starts to flake.
but that's what it takes to make the big make the big break!

cut camera! screams scissor lips.
the screen god shuts.
the audience gnaws their finger tips.
stage hands hammer stakes to her hands and knees.
the modern crucifixion legs parted in the shape of a V.

scene two: enter skin army girls:
camaro's disguised as tanks.
pom pom's blazing rapid fire blanks.
high fives, ruined lives, high fives LA hives,
high fives high fives the theatre wails like diseased violins,
high fives heeled castanet clicks rape harmony.
youth decays in 4/4 time.

scene three: this is the making of a hollywood queen.
the christening of a legendary dream.
this is your birth breath, this is your death sigh
and nothing hurts quite like the first time

stumbling from the alleyway walking a vulture,
or is the vulture walking you?
mumbling for a driver for your toothless limousine,
holding that diamond leash like the sabertooth queen.
gurgling for a chariot to the twilight ball,
to get back you'll have to crawl.
smile big now through that kaleidoscope cut,
blush blush blush to earn that crush.

you're married to the vultures.

back at home you just want to be alone
but pick up the phone cause i'm listening to every word you say!
i'm in your vultures beak as he turns his head to speak, he says
"now oh teen ruby queen, give us a scream!
do you know the difference between a memory and fog?
and do you know the difference between a laugh and a sob?
cause for all your charms
and graces you're not hollywood starlet
you're just a fuck film harlot.
when you said eternal life what you meant was eternal head
and now all your suitors wish you were dead.
you know there's nothing like a breath of fresh air,
or tentacles in your hair,
or the dead stare of a sagging skull!

you're married married married to the vultures baby.

so polish that poison snatch,
you know it ain't gonna last much longer.