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Nine Final Acts Of Submission

by Jonathan Wood Vincent

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1.
Please don't ignore me I can't ignore me I see you turning Turn back to me Don't criticize me I criticize me I treat you better than anyone else You will not touch me I will touch me You do not speak now Do what I say You will not hurt me I will hurt me You will drive me Now get in the car I gave you everything but you just want more Shut up and start the car. Don't make me bored don't make me bored baby, come on let's go Cause when you look happy I feel so left out Don't leave me out, drive me back home And we won't ignore me, we can't ignore me I see you turning. Turn back to me I see you turning. Turn back turn back turn back....... To me
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In Majorca or San Tropez where the finest people go to play Or better yet a dictatorship in Central America with a revolution in it Two cities on an island one a port the other a resort The kind of people there: everybody who's anybody anybody who is everybody's anybody are there A small black boy in orange shorts Carries water down with coconut clumps The presidential candidate suns on the fold back chair On the white beach front His naked mistress breasts pressed face down on the phone Another boy spreads lotion on her butt's bronzed glow tone Some synthesized salsa speaks through the cabana columns Through the palm trees and deep inside is Dan the hotel pianist Down for the winter to get a tan and improve his Spanish And upstairs the honeymood Marxists cocoon in their room all day long At night they go to the other town to see the movies They're the only white people around When they return, we, and the others, note what they had done And the lovely lady who's just come down is Lola, my dear wife Tomorrow she's scheduled her first polo lesson at 4:45 "I miss the occupation. The classy gangster is a Hollywood creation and the Eiffel Tower is the last great work of the Age of Iron" To see the world in grains of sand and heaven in the wildest flowers With party girls at your command all lying down for golden showers Last week they burned down the most remote resort town The militia has started swaggering My daughter was caught daggering with the locals So we locked her in her room as she requested And we talked with the guests around the card table about scuba, France, Hungarians, and the presidential candidate's stances and the Irish girls answered: "If you walk on stilts you still walk on your feet. If you sit on the highest throne you still sit on your own ass" So fast the ship has come to take the tall people out You know there's never been a tall dictator before The tall melancholic freaks speak slowly and endure The short ones' delusions of grandeur And I console my poor wife Lola Who will miss her polo lesson as we run for our lives, "Close ups, cowboys, and classy gangsters are Hollywood creations. Aristocrats have no nation" as I always say, (yeah yeah huh): "Close ups, cowboys, and classy gangsters are Hollywood creations. Aristocrats have no nation. I miss the occupation. I miss the occupation!" To see the world in grains of sand and heaven in the wildest flowers With party girls at your command all lying down for golden showers The sun descends, the fires and gunshots reach the shore But we've pushed away we've pushed away we've pushed it all away... And the Irish girls spit and say: "A star is something you fall in love with. A star is something you fall in love with. A star is something you fall in love with. A star is something you fall in love with...."
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AMAAGRRMAMAMMMAGRMAMARGGEMRRR Was it a girl? I'm not a boy Was he your child and was I not a mother father fucker? And do I crave pleasure like any man, long soapy baths, the touch of skin, imagine everything illumined...but am I a girl, I'm not a boy I'm not a child I'm thin I could be long like a banana. My skin is tanned in sweet spot splattering-ring-ring and then I might rot I might fail I give my self a sail a pram a mouth and a tail I'm thin I could be long like a banana AMAAGRRMAMAMMMAGRMAMARGGEMRRR If you pulled out my tongue in front of everyone Then I might have new skin, marble, manganese, or tin I'd just die on the lawn, a bath for all the birds that sing a song Gongs would go bong my paint gone gone If you pulled out my tongue in front of everyone Oh you are a flower, with your sword and the optical words That this hour woven within the baby bin slips bloody into it who so decides and what colour it were on that river bed it's dying Was it a girl? I'm not a boy Was he your child and was I not a mother father fucker? And do I crave pleasure like any man, long soapy baths, the touch of skin, imagine everything illumined...but am I a girl, I'm not a boy I'm not a child But am I a girl? I'm not a boy I'm not a child
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She is so lovely, everybody round her gets so ugly I need to know the words need to know the words need to know the words.....ohhh I'll never look again never look again never look again this is the last time I rubbed you around my arms like a baby and it was because I did not look at you with the head I have I did not find you much to look at inside the head I have I did not look at you inside the head I have She is so lovely, everybody round you gets so ugly She is so lovely, everybody round you gets so ugly I need to know the words need to know the words need to know the words every now and then To tantalize.................... Nothing is inside my head Nothing is inside my head She! I can never understand why I could never find a friend in you You have nothing to talk about nothing to talk about when I stare at you I just make you nervous You do not think that it's a curious thing to do You do think that it makes you something similar to you You just don't understand you've got 15 thousand rating s and so many other men Men do say: "you are so lovely everyone around you is so ugly" You are so lovely everyone around you is so ugly I need to know the words need to know the words The need to know the need know the words I know why I know that cause they tell me that You are so lovely everyone around you gets so ugly You are so lovely everyone around you gets so ugly You are so lovely everyone around you gets so ugly...
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You buy yourself some guns and full body bullet proof suit, A van filled with explosives hidden under cardboard boxes of fruit And with a remote controlled device to command as you sit in a safe location You direct the van through the doors of the lobby of the central police station A few thousand feet away in a blue sedan you try to work the detonator The cops are swarming they use the stairs cause you've broken their elevator The ripe fruit drips onto the wires, the bomb ticks but doesn't explode And the cops eat the bananas as you drive away listening to the radio Where they talk about the dying dollar and the coming planetary ruin And the killing of everyone by the people who don't know what they're doing They say: All talk, no action All talk, no action Got a problem do something about it too many people taking not enough leaving not enough shaking Oh what have I done? Where am I now? I'm standing alone in a bathroom stall My pants are down and my hands are small What have I done? Where will I go? Why don't I know? Why didn't I just stay home and watch myself on video? You walk into a beauty salon, gather all the women there in threes You sort them by their hair colour and buzz and dance like a honey bee You take off your mask and drink some water, show them mercy and leave The women all call you a fool but you don't hear cause you're out on the street Then realizing you'd shown them your face you come back to kill them all But your gun fails and your rifle recoils and the shot thuds through a wall And then you stagger into a bingo game in a tired retirement home The caller drones out the letter numbers through a moldy microphone You demand a sandwich from a sad young worker who makes no notice or fuss And you upset the game but no one responds so you eat and leave in disgust And you go to the local bank and you ask them, "anyone want to play funny?" You threaten you're gonna slit some throats and so the tellers give you all of the money But you exchange the money for a fake cache you had stashed in the back of your car And in front of the workers in the garbage can you light the fake bag on fire "Your money means nothing!" you say, and you drive away with a fortune On the radio they talk about you but the station cracks with distortion And you nod your heard and you nod your head and you nod your head..... and you say: All talk, no action All talk, no action Got a problem do something about it too many people taking not enough leaving not enough shaking Oh what have I done? Where am I now? I'm standing alone in a bathroom stall My pants are down and my hands are small What have I done? Where will I go? Why don't I know? Why didn't I just stay home and watch myself on video?
7.
On Friday will I go to your show? Unlike you I've never been a local hero Never played a hand at poker Or gotten drunk with anyone who might abuse it I barely leave my room, no wonder Maybe I'm a fool And on Saturday I might go to your show I guess I seem pretty selfish I spent this whole weekend in bed with Michelle I felt so ugly but she said I was kind and it made her cry And her tears tasted nice, so I told her Years ago on Ludlow I played at Pianos Years ago on Ludlow I played at Pianos I wore pink panties and I tried to play piano I didn't document it then but there are those that know And on Sunday, will I go to your show? After Michelle went home, Matthew walked out to piss He said, "no one will remember any of this, it doesn't matter what you miss!" Then he shut the door Now it's Monday I'm listening to an interview with Jarvis Cocker He's playing a recording of "War is Over" by Scott Walker Who says to "tell your deepest dark goodbye" Tell your deepest dark goodbye And then I smile and try to cry, then I tell them: Years ago on Ludlow I played at Pianos Years ago on Ludlow I played at Pianos I wore pink panties and I tried to play piano I didn't document it then but there are those that know There are those that know There are those that know There are those that know..... And there are those who don't So tell your deepest dark goodbye Tell your deepest dark goodbye Tell your deepest dark goodbye And find out where they sleep at night Take away the things they hide Stick a needle in their eyes Burn them in a room alive Tell your deepest dark goodbye
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Sometimes I feel like I reside in some ancient tomb I know all about you all from inside my catacomb What a strange one's got to do just to find someone to love Fishing cows planting ducks and eating dirty bugs Yeah honey I am living with the grandmother Sometimes I feel like I am an alien Or a faucet hair process or an Iranian You know you drag me around like a little baby Telling me crazy lies But when I grow up you're gonna be my baby Cause I am living with the grandmother Living with the grandmother She isn't just another girl She don't like diamonds or pearls She isn't just another girl Oh, I'm living...living with the grandmother Or an anteater Saint Peter hairy salad or something or other You know I sit around all day just looking through your catalogues But when I go to sleep at night I dream of little snakes and pretty frogs Yeah I am Living with living with the living with the living with the.... grandmother
9.
Love in the morning and love at night Tell me the stories that make me laugh Oh please don't go, please don't go Just lie down with me Hanging on wires that lead to you The breathe of a liar the morning's truth Oh please don't go, please don't go Strong arms set me free

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released August 3, 2021

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