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Now (lyrics: Hall / music: Dogbowl)

Once there was nothing but nothingness then something happened and now there is somethingness now there is allness and smallness and tallness now there is roundness, profoundness and soundness and silence and now there are trees and cds and disease and now there is now

I'm Open (lyrics: Hall / music: Dogbowl)

I'm open you can enter me you can exit me you never have to ask I'm open open my head cut into my head take the lid off my head empty out my head plunge your hands into my open head take huge handfuls of head stuff make mudpies make a sculpture make a collage of blood and brains make sweetbread and invite me to dinner enter me and exit me I'm open

Mr. Johnson (lyrics and music: Mr. Dave Keener)

Mr. Johnson lives on the corner of our street and he laughs at our bell-bottom trousers and our bare feet and he calls us long haired faggots as we walk by but we don't get mad because we know he's uptight Hey Mr. Johnson Won't you wear this flower in your hair Then you'll start seeing Love is all around you everywhere Love is all around you everywhere

I've known Mr. Johnson since before I was born But he still gets mad when we smoke pot on his lawn But we never get mad we simply walk away He don't mean to be a drag he's just brought up that way

She Had Nothing (lyrics: Hall / music: Dogbowl)

She had nothing to say. Well, that's a start she thought to herself And she picked up the pen and the small note pad And lay down on her bed. Paralysed, she held the pen, oh, maybe eight millimeters from the page For at least a half an hour and then thought to herself, Oh, who am I kidding, I know I have nothing to say; She wanted to throw the pen away. No, she wanted to take a hammer, Pound the pen into her skull Blood gushes out like Old Faithful World engulfed in a red sea, the final flood. No, screw the pen, Keep the hammer, Get a chisel, Sculpt away at the skull Reveal the ivory woman in agony hidden within No, screw those ideas, She said, I'm just gonna write She said, I don't care if I got nothing to say, I'm just gonna scribble away until I find something. But she's crossing out every other word And she knows she's not fooling anybody She knows she has nothing to say Just like me.

He Needed (lyrics: Hall / music: Dogbowl)

He needed more time He needed more space He needed more money He needed more friends He needed more music He needed more food He needed more drugs He needed more color He needed more sex He needed more mass He needed more height He needed more pull He needed more slack He needed to stop jerking around and get his stuff together He needed a job He needed a new direction He needed religion He needed a television set He needed some good advise He needed discipline He needed discipline He needed discipline He needed a ticket on the next train out of town He needed to try harder He needed less pressure on him He needed a tissue He needed to go to the bathroom He needed to chatter incessantly He needed to ponder universal themes He needed to wax poetic He needed an audience He needed a dancing partner He needed new clothing He needed a place to run to He needed to feel that he was getting in the way of progress He needed a dog He needed to get his apartment cleaned He needed to write a grocery list He needed to paint He needed a way out

The Love Song (lyrics: Hall / music: Dogbowl)

Faces on the walls Invisible faces on the wall Faces of criminals Faces of animals Faces on the walls Telling me to cut up your corpse Telling me to paint in your blood Telling me to slice up your face Faces all over the wall Telling me to paint in your blood But I don't listen to them No I don't listen to them No I don't listen to them Because I love you

Margaret's Eyes (lyrics and music: Dogbowl)

Grayer than the whitest overcast skies These are Margaret's eyes Grayer than the cigarette falling off the sofa These are Margaret's eyes Margaret has the grayest eyes I've ever seen Grayer than the cigarette she puts out on Grayer than the wall on the fallout shelter These are Margaret's eyes Grayer than the face on the statue of liberty these are Margaret's eyes Margaret has the grayest eyes I've ever seen Grayer than the cigarette she puts out on me She sits on the sofa I, I'm lying on the carpet On the carpet She smiles on the sofa I, I'm rolling on the carpet, On the carpet There is a collar around my neck There is a collar around my neck There is a leash in her hand Grayer than the blood that flows from a snowman Grayer than the cigarette falling off the sofa These are Margaret's eyes

Margaret has the grayest eyes I've ever seen Grayer than the cigarette she puts out on me

The Bunny Song (lyrics: Hall / music: Dogbowl)

Sometimes on the subway He felt like a little bunny rabbit With a cute bunny nose and long bunny ears And a brand new submachine gun And a big bushy tail Because the little bunny wanted to kill everybody. The little bunny wanted to kill everybody in the barn.

The Blood Song (lyrics: Hall / music: Dogbowl)

I remember the last time I donated blood. The nurse put a bandage on my arm and told me not to remove it for six hours. The time was five o'clock, and At about ten to six, I was having an early dinner with some friends In a pretty nice restaurant. I was embarrassed enough that I had short sleeves on; The bandage made me look downright silly. So I removed it slowly, Surreptitiously, So no one would see. Suddenly, A thin but powerful stream of blood started gushing out of my arm. It hit a man sitting directly opposite from me, Splashing off of his head and onto the floor. A waiter, Delivering a bowl of chicken noodle soup to a nearby table, Slipped. The bowl went flying and landed on my head. I was completely covered with noodles and I disappeared. Well, I learned my lesson that day. And the next time I give blood, I'll wear long sleeves And I'll leave the bandage on.

Stonehenge (lyrics: Hall / music: Dogbowl)

I want to go to a place where nobody knows who I am And come back to a place where everyone forgot who I was I want to bury myself and Rise from the grave and Shower and shave And start over again I want to be somebody else again I built Stonehenge I built Stonehenge They did it for the sun yes She built Stonehenge I built Stonehenge He did it for the sun yes We built Stonehenge I built Stonehenge She did it for the sun yes I built Stonehenge

So I want to go away and come back And start all over again I want to be somebody else again I want to be somebody else again

They (lyrics: Hall / music: Dogbowl)

They can put a man on the moon They can make soap out of people and food out of wood They can build machines that do the jobs of millions of human beings They can feed the entire world They can go zero to fifty in 3.9 seconds They can grow oranges in the desert and tomatoes underwater They can predict or effect the weather sometimes They can create a disease and then claim it's the cure They can build superconductors that will permanently Alter the way they live forever They can make a coffee I like without caffeine They can blow themselves up or wait for the sun to explode

When She Closed Her Eyes (lyrics: Hall / music: Dogbowl)

When she closed her eyes she saw her planet explode When she closed her eyes she saw her head explode Then she saw that her planet and her head were one She saw everything when she closed her eyes

Hemophiliac Of Love (lyrics and music: Dogbowl)

When I drive through the great Northwest The snowcaps on the mountaintops The pack of wolves surrounds my truck And my fingertips are so cold All this beauty and all those wolves They surround me with their eyes so blue The mountains hide the wolves I love And all I see is you All I see is you When I see you I bleed like a hemophiliac of love When I see you I bleed like a hemophiliac of love I remember the blood I bled And those wolf like eyes upon your head Lover oh lover you tear my flesh When the wolves are at my throat And vapor is my breath in the cold Mack truck Surrounded by the wolves they're the ones I love I'll bleed for them like I will bleed for you The never ending stream of love The never ending stream of love

When I see you I bleed like a hemophiliac of love When I see you I bleed like as hemophiliac of love

The Box (lyrics: Hall / music: Dogbowl)

They put him in the box And they gave him toys to play with They gave him a bust of beethoven and a bowling ball. And they told him to invent games. They told him to play music. They told him to write stories. They told him if he did these things They would let him out of the box. And he did these things, And he did them incredibly well. But they did not let him out of the box. They lie. This is what he learned when they put him in the box.

Fish (lyrics: Hall / music: Dogbowl)

And now I would like to speak about fish. I have never spoken about fish before, At least, not that I can remember. So now would most certainly be a good time for me to do so. After all, there's plenty of fish in the ocean, And a fish in time saves nine. This leads me to my next point.

The Leather Clown (lyrics: Hall / music:Dogbowl)

Back in elementary school, Fourth grade I think it was, I had this friend, Ethan. During lunch hour, we used to go to Eighth Street For pizza and jelly doughnuts. Sometimes we got an Orange Julius instead of the doughnuts. Sometimes we would get the doughnuts, But instead of eating them, We'd put them out on the street And wait for cars to drive over them. But the most fun we ever had was, After eating, Sitting on a stoop, Discussing sexual fantasies. Sometimes they involved one of our classmates, Sometimes it was a movie star, And sometimes it was our teacher, Who we both suspected was sexually repressed. Sometimes I claimed my stories were true. Like the story about the Leather Clown. She had short, spiky black hair; Small, but perfectly formed breasts; And was always fitted out in the same outfit: A leather skirt, Fishnet stockings, Floppy shoes, A big red nose, A riding crop, A silly hat, A pair of leather wrist bracelets with spikes, A big red smile painted on, And a big shiny horn, Which she would honk and honk during sex, Until she had an orgasm. Whenever the circus would come to town, I would tell Ethan All kinds of kinky clown domination stories Involving the Leather clown, Like the time she forced me to have sex with her In the little car, Or the time she kept spraying me with the seltzer bottle Until I obeyed her every command. Ethan and I Would laugh and laugh at these tall tales, But I could tell that deep down, He was wondering Whether the Leather clown was really real or not. And I would let him wonder. I don't know what Ethan's doing now. He probably works with computers And spends a lot of time at the circus. I know I do.

World War III Is A Giant Ice Cream Cone (lyrics and music: Dogbowl

Cherry on the top like a nuclear warhead Nuclear bomb gonna lick the trigger I had a dog fly religion neutron On a chocolate sundae Look mom, fallout is stuck between my teeth Atomic toothpick picks the tartar Clean it out like a yum yum yum Then blow out my brains with a shot gun gun I had a smile like old Jim Dandy Radio radioactive candy Yum yum yum cherry on the top Bob and beep and boop and bop Gonna eat tons of snot Then blow out my brains with a shot gun gun Fun fun fun in the sun sun sun Potato dog, dogs and flies Real dull spoon will pluck out my eyes Pluck out my eyes on Sunday Blow out my brains on Tuesday World War III is a giant ice cream cone

Farm (lyrics: Hall / music: Dogbowl)

"Oh how delicious!" The pig boy squealed As another rush of pure pain came over him. Then Pig Boy declared, "This is what Pig Boy truly lives for. "Pig Boy shall wallow in the mud and the blood. "If only Pig Boy's eyes could be eaten by ants. "If only Pig Boy could postpone joy permanently. "If only Pig Boy could become Bacon Boy. "Pig Boy is tired of the struggle." Just then Farm Boy came in and chopped off Pig Boy's head. As Farm Boy ate the bacon, he began to feel queasy. "Say Ma," said Farm Boy, "Are you sure this pork was prepared properly?" "Why of course I'm sure, Junior," Ma quickly replied, "Why would I want to poison my only child?" Just then Farm Man came in the room, Followed by the baby Jesus. "I think you're evading the issue, Martha," The big burly man shouted accusingly, "And I think it's about time somebody taught you a lesson" "You tell him, Dad!" said Farm Boy, Who by this time was rolling on the floor in agony. Farm Man stomped the boy into the ground and went into the kitchen. He went over to the stove and turned on the gas. He would have lit a cigarette, but he didn't have any. He had never smoked in his life and this was no time to start. He stared coldly into Martha's understanding eyes. Farm Man began to weep And he decided to take Martha to a movie. They went to see Salo. They loved it so much, They sat through it twice, Completely forgetting the baby Jesus, Who was accidentally locked in the broom closet And slowly suffocated.

As I Walked Through Queens (lyrics and music: Hall)

The brick house                     The brick houses
The green trees                     The green trees
The parked car                      The parked cars 
The rainy street                    The rainy streets
              As I walked through Queens
              I saw these things
              I saw these things
              As I walked through Queens
The brick house                       I saw the brick house
Next to the green trees           I saw the green trees
Growing over the parked car   I saw the parked car
On the rainy street                  I saw the rainy street

As I walked through Queens
I saw these things
And I thought of you
And I don't know why
The brick house 
The green trees
The parked Car
The rainy rainy street

Hey Jesus (lyrics: jsh / music: Dogbowl)

Hey Jesus, Where ya going?

If Only (lyrics: Hall music: Dogbowl)

If only we could turn our heads Into melons Then we could squeeze them And they would produce Delicious juice If only we could turn our heads Into breads Then we could slice ourselves up And make sandwiches If only we could turn our heads Into cheeses We could jump into a mushroom omelette And make it taste Oh so much better If only we could turn our heads Into leaves of lettuce Hanging out in the salad bowl With tomatoes and carrots Some blue cheese dressing on top That would be quite fine, I think, If only we could do that

But we can not We can not turn our heads Into any kind of food at all It simply cannot be done We must look elsewhere for answers

DFB2BS (lyrics: Hall / music: Dogbowl)

I was in Sophie's bar on Fifth Street off A. This woman was trying to impress me or something. She said she had done it all sexually. She had seen it all, she had heard it all, she had done it all sexually. She said she was jaded. So I asked her if she had ever been dfb2bs, And she wouldn't tell me; She just got up and left. So I figured she probably hadn't.