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i do wrong, strictly speaking, just for myself
because it makes me feel like a real man to hold hegemony over my biznezzz
and i refuse to be abused by the milieu of wistful decay
besides i’m used to all of my scruples deserting me like they’ve done today
the lady from the block hunched over on the stoop with her withered old titty out
saying “i’ve been rolled so many times, it’s just feeding the pigeons”
now her grandson swings a living rabbit by the leg while his mother’s playing two wooden flutes
i went to repo some fugitive air to escape the street’s vagary aesthetic
has anybody here seen my old friend Blob? oh has anybody seen where he’s gone?
what he thinks i owe him is his former life, but how can i unmake somebody else’s mistakes?
i guess i was his anti-hero, the bitter word on his lips, i hope i never feel a terror like when you discovered your autonomy had flipped
i feel like i possess only the bad aspects of invisibility but none of the good ones
are we walking mausoleums of scented rotting flesh?
mother always liked you best, liked your teeth upon her breasts
they removed the oils from the eyes of street cats, through some shitty witchcraft, and apply it to their brows and genitalia
i had no idea how deeply i wounded you, but i don’t need no forgiveness, and no level of contrition will ever do
because it makes me feel like a real man to hold hegemony over my biznezzz
and i refuse to be abused by the milieu of wistful decay
besides i’m used to all of my scruples deserting me like they’ve done today
saying “i’ve been rolled so many times, it’s just feeding the pigeons”
now her grandson swings a living rabbit by the leg while his mother’s playing two wooden flutes
i went to repo some fugitive air to escape the street’s vagary aesthetic
what he thinks i owe him is his former life, but how can i unmake somebody else’s mistakes?
i guess i was his anti-hero, the bitter word on his lips, i hope i never feel a terror like when you discovered your autonomy had flipped
are we walking mausoleums of scented rotting flesh?
mother always liked you best, liked your teeth upon her breasts
they removed the oils from the eyes of street cats, through some shitty witchcraft, and apply it to their brows and genitalia
i had no idea how deeply i wounded you, but i don’t need no forgiveness, and no level of contrition will ever do
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first part of the fourth 'stanza' should read "i feel like i possess all of the bad aspects of invisibility none of the good ones".
Since songmeanings won't update the lyrics page, here are the lyrics from of Montreal's website. http://www.ofmontreal.net/lousy-with-sylvianbriar/
i do wrong, strictly speaking, just for myself because it makes me feel like a real man to hold hegemony over my biznezzz and i refuse to be abused by the milieu of wistful decay besides i’m used to all of my scruples deserting me like they’ve done today
the lady from the block hunched over on the stoop with her withered old titty out saying “i’ve been rolled so many times, it’s just feeding the pigeons” now her grandson swings a living rabbit by the leg while his mother’s playing two wooden flutes i went to repo some fugitive air to escape the street’s vagary aesthetic
has anybody here seen my old friend Blob? oh has anybody seen where he’s gone? what he thinks i owe him is his former life, but how can i unmake somebody else’s mistakes? i guess i was his anti-hero, the bitter word on his lips, i hope i never feel a terror like when you discovered your autonomy had flipped
i feel like i possess only the bad aspects of invisibility but none of the good ones are we walking mausoleums of scented rotting flesh? mother always liked you best, liked your teeth upon her breasts they removed the oils from the eyes of street cats, through some shitty witchcraft, and apply it to their brows and genitalia i had no idea how deeply i wounded you, but i don’t need no forgiveness, and no level of contrition will ever do