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Madame Impossible
03:36
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"Madame Impossible"
[vonHummer]
She’s got a shaky grasp on reality,
Two eyes that refuse to see harmony, synergy, that life can be lovely,
She got a jones for self righteous indignity, Two fists to beat her chest silly:
Emnity, tragedy, the “show-me state”, misery...
Put your hands on your head, and come along docile, cos she’s got you surrounded, this Madame Impossible, put your head in your hands and consider the fossil you once called a life with Madame Impossible, fifty years to life with Madame Impossible...
She got a license to kill joy immediately, Two lips that pout instantly, “Free to be you and me”: kiss goodbye eternally,
She’s sad as a rain cloud in mourning, she’s a ring around the moon: sailor take warning,
She’ll put your manhood in chinese handcuffs and march you away to the wedding march, and we’ll all stand and say
Put your hands on your head, and come along docile, cos she’s got you surrounded, this Madame Impossible, put your head in your hands and consider the fossil you once called a life with Madame Impossible, fifty years to life with Madame Impossible...
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Private Jokes
03:42
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"Private Jokes" [vonHummer]
Sitting on a garbage heap, talking trash, Shouting while you’re counting sheep: mix and mash, what remains but for the stuttering swine to stick his head through the screen and stammer, “That’s All, folks?”
You can’t keep it to yourself now, can you man? You can’t keep it to yourself now, can you man? You can’t keep from going public with your private jokes!
Bite the hand that gropes the tit, tit for tat, Talk above the tried- and-true through your hat, what remains but for the Frito Bandito to blow the Pepcid Generation for a smile and a coax?
You can’t keep it to yourself now, can you man? You can’t keep it to yourself now, can you man? You can’t keep from going public with your private jokes!
The First Amendment wasn’t written in invisible ink, the Berlin Wall wasn’t merely mirrors and smoke, Aromatherapy wasn’t built in a day, and I stink of the common folk, you can’t think of the common folk who interrupt their scavenger hunt for meaning, scratching their collective skulls numb at your private jokes??
Can you man? You can’t keep it to yourself now, can you man? You can’t keep from going public with your private...
You can’t keep from going public with your private... You can’t keep from going public with your private jokes!
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Different Blues
04:14
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"Different Blues" [vonHummer]
Your Daddy’s face shaves in a different mirror now, Your Daddy’s face shaves in a different mirror now, his whiskers wash down a different drain to a different river in a different town...
Your Daddy’s hands turn a different doorknob now, Your Daddy’s hands turn a different doorknob now, his key ring jingles with different keys, move a different door latch in and out...
Your Daddy’s laugh bounces off different friends, your Daddy’s lips mumble some different names, your Daddy’s means justify by different ends, but his heart breaks just the same...
Your Daddy’s eyes stare down a different ceiling now, Your Daddy’s eyes stare down a different ceiling now, where he’s hoping the light of a different dawn shows him something different somewhere somehow...
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High on my Own Agenda
03:14
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"High on my Own Agenda" [vonHummer]
I cruise from place to place, tryin’ to score, each day it seems to take a little bit more til I can roar like a lion, high on my own agenda, I'm so high on, high on my own agenda
Started crackin’ wise, sneaking sarcasm, having the final word was like an orgasm, soon verbal spasms were just flyin', high on my own agenda, I'm so high on, high on my own agenda
So superb, no matter the verb, the subject is always me, as I center myself self-centered, high on my own agenda
First rate, can I stand up straight, such colors and shapes I see, walls melt and reality bends, high on my own agenda
I’m so high on, high on my own agenda, I'm so high on, high on my own agenda...
So superb, no matter the verb, the subject is always me, as I center myself self-centered, high on my own agenda
First rate, can I stand up straight, such colors and shapes I see, rules melt and reality bends, high on my own agenda
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New English Blues
03:57
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"New English Blues" [vonHummer]
I've been/ abandoned again/ Tall woman, short fuse/ but all/ in all/ I've just learned to crawl/ cos I've got these new english blues…
Tick tock/ Ring around the clock/ Time wins,/ I lose/ But all/ in all/ I've just learned to stall/ cos I've got these new english blues…
Ah, these new english blues,/ keep me warm when I'm/ low on options/ and possibilities/ Which I can't affirm and I can't refuse/ cos I got these new english blues…
Skin deep/ Beauty's dirt cheap/ Take what you can use/ But all/ in all/ I dump what I can't haul/ cos I got these new english blues…
Har! Har!/ Feathers and tar!/ just paid off my dues/ But all/ in all/ the payments were small/ cos I've got these new english blues…
Ah, these new english blues/ give me one more unchosen/ option's impossibilitiy/ with no means to win and no mind to lose/ cos I got these new english blues...
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Impatience
03:02
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"Impatience"
[vonHummer]
I could hang around this town another week or two cos I know so totally you were meant for me and I was meant for you
and it’s just a matter of time til we can go on our final first date,
but impatience won’t let me wait, impatience won’t let me wait, impatience won’t let me wait, better never than late…
I could lay the foundations fascination builds skyscrapers onto,
well before I do, I’ll have to call in a wrecking crew
To raze the eyes and cross the tease, left by the last erection spate,
but impatience won’t let me wait, impatience won’t let me wait, impatience won’t let me wait, better never than late…
You can see that I’m eager to go, that I’m ready to step and fetch, those three words jump out of my throat (where we both know there’s a catch…)
Momma said you can’t hurry love, that’s the thing about love I hate,
but impatience won’t let me wait, impatience won’t let me wait, impatience won’t let me wait, better never than late…
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"Before the Traffic Backs Up"
[vonHummer]
Honeychild, let’s run wild, let’s go out and drive our cars before the traffic backs up, Honeychild, let’s run wild, let’s go out and drive our cars before the traffic backs up,
We gotta leave this world behind, We gotta leave this world behind, We gotta leave this world behind before the traffic backs up…
Honeychild, flash that smile, we’ll pass each other on the right before the traffic backs up, Honeychild, flash that smile, we’ll pass each other on the right before the traffic backs up,
We gotta leave this world behind, We gotta leave this world behind, We gotta leave this world behind before the traffic backs up…
There’s something bittersweet warm in the belly of my spill-proof travel cup…Oh say can you see in the rearview mirror, it’s the Joneses, they can’t keep up…
Honeychild, we’ve got style and gas and cash and time to burn before the traffic backs up, Honeychild, we’ve got style and gas and cash and time to burn before the traffic backs up,
We gotta leave this world behind, We gotta leave this world behind, We gotta leave this world behind before the traffic backs up…
Honeychild, I’m filled with disgust: everybody had the same idea as us! And now the traffic’s backed up...
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vonHummer Portland, Oregon
vonHummer is a Portland music/cable access legend whose career spanned from Fall of 2001 to Fall of 2011, during which he recorded a hundred or so songs for use in his absurdist show (and feature film) and played only a handful of concerts. Currently retired, his work shines on for the ages. Or will he someday return...? ... more
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