Oh, you do mutilate
We're going to celebrate
Our emotional poverty
Giving answers all away

I painted my suitcase red for the reading
Which only ended in conversation break
All I want, genetic telephonic pills
Until the Spanish kids got so ill
I was home schooled with a knife in my shoe

Never seen corpses act so cruel
The self brutality was oh-so-angular
I made him a potion in a newspaper column
Smile, give me a shrug, said I was a fuck up
Now I see your face selling Chinese urine

She came over the fence
With an argument in her head, no empathy
Escape strategy, I understood her
We were trying to share a genuine human moment
Just like the way they do in movies

I'm in a war with this suicidal depression
It's not the star I'm trying to call
I've been standing on this strand far too long, y'all
(Far too long)
Go ahead, go ahead

What you want? Somebody that will slap away your blindness?
What you want? Somebody that will corrupt your heart with too much kindness?
Salute your Busta Rhyme-ness

I got a black fang in Chicago
my superwoman licked
I don’t need a refill of this shit,
I need something that works motherfucker!

I wonder were you flattered
I tried to get you drunk
I know you're collecting disciples
I know you want to be the godmother of soul punk
Some day, some day

There are skyscrapers for you, Jane
Never use your given name
I want to snatch you up for a sequel
Make you feel like godless people

Always knew you were special
Your best friend told me he saw you crying
Everybody wants to crescendo
Take home a memento

We tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY
I still was their family secret
Or a symptom of some wilderness hate
Ceremony custodian
Or experimental post-human relationships

In fact, we tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY
Ineffectually, now I know I'm not allowed to show the pain
Not allowed to expose the pain

I still was their family secret
Or a symptom of some wilderness hate
Ceremony custodian
Or experimental post-human relationships

In fact, we tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY
Ineffectually, now I know I'm not allowed to show the pain
Not allowed to expose the pain

All the white people from my neighborhood are dead
All the black people have turned pink for the winter
Everybody's searching for a cause
A reason to blow themselves up
Could be anything

When will certain people realize
An afterlife is nothing to live for
Nothing to die for, nothing to fight for
If those in this life are not sacred
Then nothing that's a part of it is sacred either

If you think God is more important than your neighbor
You're capable of terrible evil
If you think some prophet's words are more important
Than your brother and your sister
You're ill and you're wrong
You're wrong


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  • +3
    General CommentI think that it's more "which ended in conversation rape'' than conversation break... is it just me?!!

    This song is another Of Montreal masterpiece... been listening to this in a loop for a few days now. The metaphores that Kevin Barnes delivers are OH SO powerful!!! His inspiration feeds mine...
    Justinpeaceon November 13, 2010   Link
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    General CommentThanks for the lyrics! I think the line is "Now I know I'm not allow to show the pain" and you're missing a "to" in "We tried to isolate xx infinite pleasure xy". Don't know what's missing from the "family secret" line, though.
    Warren Judkinson August 25, 2010   Link
  • +1
    General CommentI love the last 3 stanzas from this song. So amazing.
    chibigirl77on August 30, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General Comment'She met a Black man in chicago....'

    sb:

    'I got a black fang in Chicago
    my superwoman licked
    I don’t need a refill of this shit,
    I need something that works motherfucker!'
    carriedhomeon September 14, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General CommentStylistically, this song is very reminiscent of Skeletal Lamping in its disjointedness. It's a very intense ending to a record that's overall much more accessible than KB's other recent endeavors. It is just as dark content-wise as anything on Hissing Fauna, but regarding the darkness of humanity, rather than just Kevin's personal life, and in that respect is maybe even more powerful than The Past is a Grotesque Animal.

    Also..is this a reference to Janelle Monae? (who was born Janelle Robinson)

    "I know you want to be the godmother of soul punk
    Someday

    There are skyscrapers for you, Jane
    Never use your given name"
    heimdalsgateon September 18, 2010   Link
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    General CommentOK to me the part of the song, "we tried to isolate xx infinite pleasure xy," is like committing in a relationship... the xx and cxy being the sex decision gene in childbirth... infinite pelasure of course being love, sex... isolating it by being exclusive or settling down with someone.
    MC1986on February 02, 2011   Link
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    General CommentAt least in portions of this song, I can verify KB is definitely talking directly to and about Janelle Monae: they are both Georgia natives, have toured together, and performed on each others' albums at the time of False Priest. There are other places in the album that seem to be to/about her, and other soul godesses he infatuates himself with (Girl Named Hello, Enemy Gene, Hydra Fancies). Monae is certainly worth the praise.

    Overall, it's a continuation of Barnes' wonderfully personal monologues, that goes from humility to pious diatribe — finally, at the end of the album, we hear the false priest give his sermon.

    To me, it also reveals more of the quality of his personal relationships, which seem to be all-devouring and implosive (if that's a word); in other words, to scour the depths until the guts turn inside out, all done without apology.
    dance76on October 29, 2011   Link
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    General CommentThis really foreshadows 'Paralytic Stalks'; the lyric about being at war with suicidal depression is almost a lead into that album.
    darkshipon November 21, 2012   Link

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