tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71713994329880942202011-04-21T21:59:22.434-07:00NOTHING A PAIR OF SCISSORS CAN'T FIX!!!!!!!!Darrennoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171399432988094220.post-23878021208129821932009-01-01T15:36:00.000-08:002009-01-01T15:43:27.250-08:00By NICK CAVE<br /><br />What we once thought we had we didn't, and what we have now will never be that way again<br />So we call upon the author to explain<br /><br />(Doop doop doop doop dooop)<br /><br />Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets, we've shunned them from the greasy-grind<br />The poor little things, they look so sad and old as they mount us from behind<br />I ask them to desist and to refrain<br />And then we call upon the author to explain<br /><br />(Doop doop doop doop dooop)<br /><br />Rosary clutched in his hand, he died with tubes up his nose<br />And a cabal of angels with finger cymbals chanted his name in code<br />We shook our fists at the punishing rain<br />And we call upon the author to explain<br /><br />(Doop doop doop doop dooop)<br /><br />He said everything is messed up around here, everything is banal and jejune<br />There is a planetary conspiracy against the likes of you and me in this idiot constituency of the moon<br />Well, he knew exactly who to blame<br />And we call upon the author to explain<br /><br />(Doop doop doop doop dooop)<br /><br />Prolix! Prolix! Nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!<br />Prolix! Prolix! Nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!<br /><br />(Doop doop doop doop dooop)<br /><br />Well, I go guruing down the street, young people gather round my feet<br />Ask me things, but I don'r know where to start<br />They ignite the power-trail ssstraight to my father's heart<br />And once again I call upon the author to explain<br /><br />(Doop doop doop doop dooop ...)<br /><br />We call upon the author to explain<br /><br />Who is this great burdensome slavering dog-thing that mediocres my every thought?<br />I feel like a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker, it's fucked up and he is a fucker<br />But what an enormous and encyclopaedic brain<br />I call upon the author to explain<br /><br />(Doop doop doop doop dooop ...)<br /><br />Oh rampant discrimination, mass poverty, third world debt, infectious diseease<br />Global inequality and deepening socio-economic divisions<br />Well, it does in your brain<br />And we call upon the author to explain<br /><br />(Doop doop doop doop dooop ...)<br /><br />Now hang on, my friend Doug is tapping on the window (Hey Doug, how you been?)<br />Brings me back a book on holocaust poetry complete with pictures<br />Then tells me to get ready for the rain<br />And we call upon the author to explain<br /><br />(Doop doop doop doop dooop ...)<br /><br />I say prolix! Prolix! Something a pair of scissors can fix<br /><br />Bukowski was a jerk! Berryman was best!<br />He wrote like wet papier mache, went the Heming-way weirdly on wings and with maximum pain<br />We call upon the author to explain<br /><br />(Doop doop doop doop dooop ...)<br /><br />Down in my bolthole I see they've published another volume of unreconstructed rubbish<br />"The waves, the waves were soldiers moving". Well, thank you, thank you, thank you<br />And again I call upon the author to explain<br />Yeah, we call upon the author to explain<br /><br />Prolix! Prolix! There's nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171399432988094220-2387802120812982193?l=prolix-prolix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darrennoreply@blogger.com0