Vocals and guitar:
Piano instrument:
Guitar instrument:
Nausea, now that I’m pretty
Nausea, now that I’m pretty, half
way to the other side of me,
a man that lives as a golden calf,
in the recesses of a mentally
ill state—temporary, I hope,
as I hoped before, when we first
met, under His alcoholic scope,
taking what’s good, leaving me cursed
with stupidity rising to the surface.
Cut back, today, on the caffeine,
embrace His noble Jesus,
man of the hour, a wanton scene,
women that will do anything
to get a rise out of me. What other
way is there, to his noble ring,
commitment to do this, obscure
desire that, without him, would
make me sick, and, with him, leaves
me to my happy state, what I should
be, when the curtain conceives
apples and oranges, together,
now, in this future land, piecewise
once, and, for now, the life I prefer.
Try this woman on for size,
make her beauty belong to me,
rich as Nantucket, as far as the eye
can see, chewing the fat, what is free,
now, when He stops asking why?
Going to heaven, wondering how—
nightshade taking me by the hand,
feeding salt to a hungry cow,
this is the life that I understand.
Risk taking woman, a solution to
be found, giving birth to his son,
the loving that I, for good, accrue,
grandstanding, then, under the gun,
until I’m heard. Taking him in,
tongue in place, going the distance,
no time to erase—folly and sin,
forgotten through Him, going, once
to ground—bubbling up, now, boiling
it down, loving for free, until He
calls, hang up the phone, now I sing
of starfish and love, meant to be
Remembering her, strung out like
me, begging for sleep, make a sound
as I breathe—taking a dastardly hike
to Mars, blue sun all around
Going into labor, power through
it—distill His moonshine, what’s it
matter to me? I’m going to do
what He does with me, taking respite
from pie in the sky, and ideas that I,
every fault exists, pushed things
too far, and, for shame, mind’s eye
seeing what’s at stake, King of kings,
I shook hands with the devil, for
a piece of cake. Follow my family
tree, William the Conqueror,
going down, for now, in history,
as I make my way to my true love,
a land of answers already found,
sex with those I’m dreaming of,
taken to extremes, going underground,
pulling his strings, I see the light,
mascara at the mall, playing the fool,
don’t take me for granted when i fight,
plowing the earth, like a mule
Morning sickness, coming for me,
taking the breath that i depose,
sleepy-time tea, my conspiracy—
to be like Him, look how he grows
Going to heaven, wondering how—
nightshade taking me by the hand,
feeding salt to a hungry cow,
this is the life that I understand.
Risk taking woman, a solution to
be found, giving birth to his son,
the loving that I, for good, accrue,
grandstanding, then, under the gun,
until I’m heard. Taking him in,
tongue in place, going the distance,
no time to erase—folly and sin,
forgotten through Him, going, once
to ground—bubbling up, now, boiling
it down, loving for free, until He
calls, hang up the phone, now I sing
of starfish and love, meant to be